#222Chapter 220 Black Dragon Divine Core
Putting away the divine core, Qin Xuan continued to extract. There are three remaining chances to triple draw.
This time, he drew something good that he had not seen for a long time.
Two hundred-thousand-year-old left and right arm adaptive soul bones. and a diamond treasure chest.
"I hope I can find something good." Qin Xuan took a deep breath and slowly opened it, and a platinum card came into view.
White Dragon——
Age: over 100,000 years old
Introduction: One of the four ancient dragons of the ancient gods, the wife of the black dragon. One hundred thousand years ago, he was killed by the Red Dragon under the command of Pangu, the lord of the ancient gods.
He has a gentle and gentle personality and does not like fighting. Even if he is assassinated by A Lan, he is still willing to resolve his inner confusion. He is still willing to mediate the war between the gods and the underworld even when his heart is damaged and he is about to die.
Mission: Save Bailong.
Task time: no limit.
Mission difficulty: SSS+ (Due to mission difficulty, there is no time limit for travel.)
Mission reward: Divine Core - Black Dragon Sky (no level, can be upgraded)
"It turns out to be a growth-producing divine core, and it's also a Black Dragon Sky. Tsk, but it's a pity that it's not on the same level. Let alone saving it, even getting close to the White Dragon is extremely difficult."
Qin Xuan couldn't help but tsk, Hei Longtian was indeed very strong, so strong that he could almost easily kill all the so-called gods in the Douluo God Realm.
But if you want to get close to Bailong, even if you don't bring him back to Douluo Continent but just save him, it will be even more difficult.
Putting aside the sky, the Holy King of Angels is probably far beyond what I can handle now.
If you appear in the Tomb of Heaven, I'm afraid the other party will kill you without saying a word.
"Try it with the clone." Qin Xuan exerted force with his left leg and activated the clone of the Hundred Thousand Years Right Leg Bone Skill. Qin Xuan uses [White Dragon Card]. A clone was sent to the Wugengji world.
Wu Gengji world, Crystal Mountain, inside the Tomb of Heaven.
Messy and broken, the air is filled with the smell of corruption. This is the first sense Qin Xuan's clone feels after arriving in the Wugengji world.
"It seems that Bai Long has not been assassinated at this time. I just don't know what time it is now." The clone murmured and prepared to go inside.
Then, there was no more, his clone was killed by a golden stream of light. That is the divine power of the Shura realm of the Angel Saint King - light.
The clone gradually lost its vitality and slowly turned into a golden-red flame. Vaguely, it saw a mature and domineering golden figure, carrying a pair of golden wings on its back and holding a golden scepter, walking slowly.
Before dying, the clone sent the golden-red flame back to Douluo Continent.
A faint golden-red flame floated out from the card and merged into Qin Xuan's body. He held his forehead slightly in distress, "The person who attacked me should be the Holy King of Angels. He really didn't give anyone a chance to speak at all. Fortunately, I used a clone to kill him. Otherwise, if the main body passed by, he would have been killed if he was not careful."
Two and a half years later.
The rising sun rises in the east, and the sunlight penetrates the layers of clouds and mist and shines down. This piece of land is coated with a layer of golden yellow.
Wuhun City, in a huge manor near the Elder Hall.
A little lolita with black hair, a pair of black pupils, charming and delicate facial features, wearing a white princess dress, is lying on a large and soft bed, holding a baby with a three-dimensional portrait of Qin Xuan in her arms. Huge pillow, sleep soundly.
It was Ayan who was already six years old.
"Boom!" A crisp knock on the door sounded. Ayan was awakened from a deep sleep.
"Ah!" Ayan sat up from the bed, took a nap, raised his hand to scratch his black hair, pouted, and muttered: "I'm so sleepy. Who is it so early in the morning?"
If he delayed her sweet dream, she would be just a little bit closer to kissing her father.
"Little lazy boy, if you don't get up, the sun will expose your butt. Today is the day for you to awaken your martial spirit."
Outside the room, a voice as gentle as water came, and then, with a creak, the door to the room was pushed open.
"Not good." Speaking of the time, Ayan quickly got out of bed and stuffed the pillow into the closet at lightning speed. Then pretend to look for clothes.
A young woman wearing a blue and gold dress walked in. She had a pair of blue eyes and looked at Ayan with a gentle expression.
"Is it time for the martial soul to awaken so soon?" Ayan picked out a cute little dress, pretended to be sleepy and rubbed his eyes, and said with a puzzled look on his face: "I thought there were still a few days. "
"Hurry up and get ready, Ayan. Your father is waiting for you downstairs, and it is said that your mother is about to be released from prison." The woman in the blue skirt did not notice anything unusual about Ayan, and said softly with a doting look on her face. .
"Then sister A Yin asked dad to wait for A Yan for a while."
Knowing that Qin Xuan was waiting for him below, Ayan immediately became energetic and hurriedly took the skirt to the bathroom to wash up. Ah Yin, on the other hand, looked at the pink and jade-shaped little Loli quietly, with a look of doting on her face.
Since Jing Salamander went into seclusion early, Ayan had hardly seen her mother since she was three years old. Qin Xuan only occasionally took her to the Elder's Hall to have a look without disturbing Jing Salad's retreat.
It can be said that Ayan was almost brought up by Ayin.
Originally, according to seniority, Ayan was supposed to call Ayin mother, or aunt at worst, but Ayan felt that this would call Ayin old, so except for Jing Sala, almost everyone at home addressed her as sister.
Qin Xuan's wives are also happy. After all, who wants others to call them old?
Maybe it was because he wanted to go out with Qin Xuan. Although he had to wait for a while, Ayan lingered for nearly half an hour before going out.
At this time in the lobby on the first floor.
Four-year-old Qin Yingying is lying on Qin Xuan's back. Three-and-a-half-year-old Qin Yuan is holding Qin Xuan's left hand. Three-year-old Qin Liangyu (the child of Qin Xuan and Nongyu) is holding Qin Xuan's right hand. The youngest Qin Dongdong is two and a half years old. Sitting on Qin Xuan's lap.
Because they are all well developed, each of them looks one or two years older than their actual age. They are all very lively and cute.
Qin Xuan himself was sitting on the long sofa, wanting to cry but without tears.
They say that daughters are like little cotton-padded jackets and little lovers in previous lives.
But having too many cotton-padded jackets and lovers is not necessarily a good thing. It's just too clingy.
But they were all his own daughters. Qin Xuan couldn't treat one favorably, so he had no choice but to let them hold her.
Until Ayan arrives
"Cough" Ayan coughed lightly, and the pretty little lolita sat back on the sofa one by one. In addition, they also specially reserved the nearest seat next to Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan sighed in his heart, as expected, everything comes down.
"Good boy." Ayan nodded with satisfaction, caressing the little heads of Qin Yingying, Qin Yuan, Qin Liangyu, and Qin Dongdong in turn, and then sat next to Qin Xuan, "Dad, I kept you waiting for a long time."