Chapter 2677: get well

One year is almost nothing to most people, but for Elder Sonoda Mai, who has to face the only blood relative who is unconscious every day, it is almost like being in hell.
"I would rather Beibei be as unruly as the little princess..."
Elder Sonoda Mai choked.
This is probably from her sincerity, but if Beibei is really like Princess Analetta or Princess Remi's rebellious words, maybe the elder Sonoda will swell Beibei's buttocks angrily. He swears that Beibei would rather be in a coma for a year than that.
I think my guess is right, human beings are such a collection of contradictions.
"The longest coma for a year can be exchanged for a powerful existence with activated bloodline power. The price is worth no matter how you look at it."
Taylor glanced at Elder Sonoda Mai, and said leisurely.
Elder Sonoda Mai showed embarrassment and turned his face awkwardly.
Sure enough, compared with the two, she was more eager for Beibei to have more powerful power.
Just looking at her eyes at the moment, it seems that she is still worried about the longest year of unconsciousness. This is to hope that Taylor can perform supernormally, create miracles, and immediately wake up Beibei who is sleeping!
People, don’t be too greedy, greedy is easy to get lost.
Take the strong-minded Elder Sonoda Mai, since the desire for Beibei's awakening appeared in her eyes, she looked at Taylor with a little gratefulness.
I don't even think that if there is no Taylor, Beibei will live at most two months, and after two months, Elder Sonoda Mai can only face Beibei's body, or it may be the little grave bag that shed old tears.
......
After a lot of effort, Taylor finally completed the last round of treatment for Bebe.
Seeing Beibei's pale face regained its rosy rosy, Elder Sonoda weeped again and again, but only a few tears were shed, and the thunder stopped raining.
It's really embarrassing for this old woman to shed about half a basin of tears in one day.
Taylor stood up, shook his old arms and legs, twisted his hard old waist, a click sounded from the bone cone of his waist, until then, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, his face was full of comfort Emoji.
After rubbing his neck, Taylor said to Elder Sonoda, "Everything that should be cured is cured, and you will take care of the rest."
Elder Sonoda Mai stood up, solemnly thanked him, and then clapped his hands. The waiter came into the house with a plate and offered it to the old man.
Lifting up the red brocade cloth above, there is actually a pile of yellow, orange and orange gold below.
My eyelids jumped immediately, and my heart said: "It turned out to be gold? This is too stingy! If it were replaced by fine gold, it would make sense."
I was full of slander, but Father Taylor had no dissatisfaction, smiled and nodded, picked up an ingot of gold, put it in his pocket, then bowed his hand and led me away from the mansion.
On the way, I was puzzled: "Why do you only take an ingot of gold?"
Tyler ticked the corner of his mouth and said lightly: "Am I short of money?"
"No shortage."
"That's not enough," Taylor said: "Since I am not short of money, why bother to take too much? Anyway, one pill is enough."
"Oh" I sighed and said, "Elder Sonoda Mai was a bit stingy and saved the life of her only granddaughter, but only offered a plate of gold. For me, at least it would be interesting to replace it with fine gold."
"Fine gold?" Taylor chuckled and said, "You kid thinks too much. You look at the Hefeng Continent, and those who dare to talk like this, and those who dare to do this, don't add up to more than a slap."
"Huh? Really? I read less, don't tease me!"
"Can I lie to you?" Taylor said: "Except for you, Master Dewey, Dwarf King, Goblin King, I really haven't heard of anyone who dares to use fine gold as currency."
"Why is this?" I wondered.
"Adamant gold is the rarest alchemical material in the Hefeng Continent, and it is the only metal ore that can greatly improve the quality of alchemical products. Many countries even regard fine gold as a national resource. Anyone who buys and sells fine gold at will will be sanctioned... .... Oh, forgot to say, this law is invalid for you."
Hearing this, I frowned: "Huh? Why doesn't it work for me?"
"Because you are the adopted son of Master Dewey, the son-in-law of the Dwarf King, the nephew of the Goblin King, and more than 90% of the fine gold mines in the Hefeng Continent are all yours. No one will buy and sell your own things. What about you, on the contrary, they will hold you and offer them, just to get more fine gold resources from you."
I grinned, a little smug.
When the old man saw this, he curled his lips, but didn't scold me.
When I got home, there was no one at home, only Flame Dragon's Breathseron was lying on the sofa reading the newspaper.
"Ask you something" I snatched the newspaper and asked, "Do you know insect language?"
"I don't understand" Seren denied without thinking, and then fluttered up and flew towards me, wanting to regain the paper.
"I didn't play a prank with you." I raised my hand and pulled him away. I solemnly said: "I have an urgent matter. I need to find someone who understands Zongyu! Do you know Zongyu?"
Seren got up from the ground, slumped back onto the sofa, sighed, exhaled a spark, and said, "Do you think I can understand insect language?"
"Uh..." After thinking for a while, I shook my head: "No."
"Wisdom!" He snapped his fingers: "I am a dragon. The dragon who lives in your house temporarily, as long as I understand the language of the dragon clan and humans, it's not my fault?"
Huh? He made a good point.
I handed the newspaper back to Salen, and at the same time sighed helplessly: "It seems I have to find Godot, the entire guild, to help him understand insect language."
As I was about to go to the dungeon, Seren’s voice suddenly sounded behind him: "What are you going to do? Why do you have to find someone who understands insect language?"
Stopped, I turned around and told him about the Golden Bee.
After a while, Salen put down the newspaper and said: "Let's go, I'll go with you."
"You don't understand insect language, where are you going?"
"I don't understand worm language," Seren said, "but the dragons do understand, and there are quite a few. Just looking for them to possess me, will all the problems be solved?"
Hey hello, why did I forget about this!
When I was happy, I couldn't help but drew closer and praised Seren in various ways.
Seren hummed twice and said, "Okay, don't mess with these empty heads. To thank me, just bring out something practical, such as golden honey."
"No problem, I can communicate with the Golden Bee and take away a little honey from the destroyed hive. There shouldn't be any problems."
After that, Tyler and I led the way, while Seren followed us with flapping wings.
The two of them set off once again in the Fairy Forest.
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