Prodigal son of another world

There was nothing to say all night, and early the next morning, Xu Ming left the compound alone, bought some food and fresh water.

I looked in the pharmacy and found some herbs that I needed, so Xu Ming bought them directly.

After a day of shopping, Xu Ming found sadly that he had no money!

As the third young master of the General's Mansion and the spokesperson of the prodigal son, how could he have no money?

But the fact is that there are only a dozen gold coins lying in the interspatial ring, which is bad news for Xu Sanshao, who spends a lot of money.

"Abandoned Dragon, you have to eat less." Xu Ming said to the Abandoned Dragon on his shoulder with a serious face.

"Why? If you don't eat enough, your growth will be affected." With a puzzled expression on his face, Fei Long looked at Xu Ming resentfully.

"No money." Xu Ming smiled wryly.

"Oh, I thought it was something." The waste dragon rolled his eyes and said in a low voice, "Aren't you a killer? Let's take a look. Let's steal some tonight."

"..."

Xu Ming really wanted to strangle Feilong to death, which killer stole the money?If that's the case, what's the point of being a thief and a killer?

"Then, what should I do then? I don't have any money." Seeing Xu Ming's unsightly expression, Fei Long said aggrievedly.

"Hey, Abandoned Dragon, you stole so many things from the Dragon Clan, why didn't you bring some here?" Xu Ming looked at Abandoned Dragon in disbelief. According to Abandoned Dragon's temperament, he would never give up his treasures.

"It was all confiscated by my father, how can I have it." The disabled dragon looked bitter, but his little paw was clutching a piece of dragon scale on his chest, refusing to let go.

"..." Even if this useless dragon is acting, don't be so obvious!

Xu Ming murmured in his heart, and took the waste dragon back to the house.

Feng Liyan was still studying swordsmanship, his figure was erratic, and it was difficult for Xu Ming to catch his figure.

Xu Ming ignored it, went directly into the room, closed the door, carried the scrap dragon, and said viciously: "Hand over the things!"

The waste dragon trembled in fright, quickly shook his head, and said blankly: "Hand over what?"

"Wild Dragon, you are dishonest." Xu Ming snorted, and righteously said: "Thanks to me, I wanted to help you with all my heart, and I even helped you find the forbidden fruit, and I left you the herbs, yet you actually hid things behind my back."

Xu Ming didn't say a word, it was because those herbs didn't have much effect on him, so he gave them to Feilong.

"Uh..." the waste dragon froze, looked at Xu Ming rather ashamedly, and said weakly: "I, I don't want to, it's just, it's just that I like this thing very much."

"Oh? What? Let me see." Xu Ming's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly urged the waste dragon to take it out.

Feilong shook his head again and again, until Xu Ming repeatedly promised not to take this thing away, then Feilong was willing to take it out for Xu Ming to take a look at.

Xu Ming put the waste dragon on the bed, looked expectantly at the waste dragon which had returned to normal size, and urged: "Take it out quickly."

He really wanted to know what kind of treasure could keep the waste dragon for so long. Could it be that it was brought from the dragon clan?

The scrap dragon's little paws scratched at the scales on its chest, a faint light flashed, and a pile of shiny things flew out, along with some herbs and ores.

Xu Ming looked at the pile of things in astonishment, how could the waste dragon hide so much?

Xiaolong looked at Xu Ming triumphantly, pointed at the pair of shiny things, his eyes were full of fiery enthusiasm, and drooled, "Look, this is my treasure."

"Just tell me the treasure you like." Xu Ming rolled his eyes. Although these things are shiny and look good, they are useless and worthless.

Waste Dragon rummaged through the pile of things for a while, took out a bead the size of a fist, and said excitedly, "This is it."

Xu Ming frowned, looking at the fist-sized bead, which was turquoise and full of vitality, but its appearance was very old, and it looked like it was covered with a layer of dust.

He didn't go to pick up the bead, and said with a smile: "Put it away, and don't let people see it in the future."

He didn't know what this bead was, and it wasn't recorded in Xu Jue's book, but this didn't prevent Xu Ming from guessing.

The breath of life, at least has the ability to heal, and it is a source of blessing for the waste dragon to have this bead.

It's just that he doesn't know how much life force this bead contains, he can only sense the external state, but not the internal state.

The waste dragon nodded half-understanding, put the beads away, and looked at the pile of shiny things with bright eyes: "Look, I hid these in haste, but many dragons love them."

As he spoke, he winked triumphantly at Xu Ming, showing his abilities.

Xu Ming shook his head and chuckled, picked up a shell that was shining red, and said speechlessly: "This kind of thing is placed in the human world, thrown on the street, and no one picks it up."

The waste dragon's tone was stagnant, and there was a rare trace of shame in his eyes: "I don't know how to appreciate it, so many dragons are rushing to get it."

"By the way, can you give me these herbs and ores?" Xu Ming asked looking at the herbs and the stones shining with various lights.

"Take whatever you want, it's useless to let me go." The waste dragon waved generously.

As long as Xu Ming doesn't want its bead, these shiny things, Xu Ming can take it if he wants it, and it will never stop it.Of course, the main reason is that it can't stop it, so it simply behaves more generously.

The waste dragon agreed, Xu Ming naturally didn't dawdle, and put all the herbs and ores into the interspatial ring, leaving only a pile of shiny garbage for the waste dragon.

"I don't want it anymore?" The waste dragon asked cautiously while the things he liked were still there.

"I don't want it anymore." Xu Ming chuckled, although those things were worthless, they were shiny, and the waste dragon still had no resistance.

As soon as Xu Ming finished speaking, the waste dragon quickly put away these things, and at the same time carefully touched the scales on his chest, and then let out a sigh of relief.

"You still have storage space?" Xu Ming looked at the waste dragon with some amusement, and then asked curiously.

If it is said to be powerful and able to open up space, Thaksin, what ability does a ten-year-old cub have to open up space?

"Don't you understand?" The waste dragon raised his head proudly, and glanced at Xu Ming triumphantly: "A high-level beast like this dragon has a storage space when it makes a sound, and it grows with its strength."

"Uh, since that's the case, those dragons can just put the collection in the space, and then let it out for you to steal?" Xu Ming didn't understand, did the dragons get their brains kicked by donkeys?

Hearing this, the disabled dragon turned his head and looked at Xu Ming with disdain: "I knew you were someone who wouldn't enjoy it."

Xu Ming was stunned and looked at the waste dragon in surprise.

"Do you think that if a proud and powerful existence wants to show itself, should it hide the treasures or display the treasures to better show its identity?" Abandoned Dragon said proudly, looking down on Xu Ming.

After a pause, seeing Xu Ming listening, Feilong said again: "Besides, this existence is still very powerful, so who dares to make a decision? Besides, sleeping on the treasure is more comfortable than sleeping on this soft quilt too much."

"Then, why didn't I see you, sleeping on that pile of shiny things?" Xu Ming was puzzled.

"Nonsense, there is a prodigal son who is coveting treasures and has a good reputation, do you dare to take out the treasures?" Fei Long rolled his eyes and said contemptuously. After he finished speaking, he realized that he had said the wrong thing. Step aside.

"..." Xu Ming looked at Fei Long speechlessly, and felt that Fei Long was so eloquent for the first time.

Too lazy to pay attention to the waste dragon, Xu Ming practiced cross-legged directly, rehearsing those unique skills in his mind.

He has too many martial arts to learn, and he must hurry up to practice, but the premise is to improve his cultivation.

The cultivation base has just broken through, and it is impossible to break through again. It is necessary to practice the moves.

Although he really wanted to practice in the courtyard, Xu Ming still held back his plan.

If he went to practice in the courtyard, after Feng Liyan saw it, he would go crazy in shock and pester himself for another high-level martial skill.

Now, he would have less trouble if he could.

It is impossible for Chen Xian and the others to give up. They are probably still recovering from their wounds, waiting for the Chen family to send someone again.

Xu Ming was also not sure whether the Chen family would send someone again. After all, there are not many peak fighters, and one person out of a hundred is not bad.

The pinnacle martial artist, who is also called a sub-martial master, can be said to be a backup candidate for a martial master, and he may break through someday.