Zheng is so amused and crying now. Anyone who sees Yang Zheng now is afraid of having a chin

There was a "little reptile" arching on his head. The little reptile kept grabbing Yang Zheng's ears and directing him: "Dad, go and have a look."

"Dad, go here."

"Dad, I'll take you to a good place."

"dad……"

Now Yang Zheng understood the pain of being a father. Mixue'er was simply a little fairy, not as quiet as she looked.

After only two hours of knowing each other, she had already used Yang Zheng's shoulders as a special mount.

Yang Zheng, who has always been cold, has no choice but to face Mixue'er's tears and coquettishness. Of course he can be fierce, but Yang Zheng has not yet reached this point of cold blood. Mixue'er's life experience makes him unable to bear to make her sad anymore. Similarly, there is a spiritual connection between Mixue'er and him. Perhaps it is the effect of those three drops of blood. He really feels Mixue'er is like his own daughter.

The tiger is poisonous and doesn't eat any more.

What's more, a living person like Yang Zheng, although he treats people indifferently on weekdays, he is afraid that any man who has just become a father will not have enough love for his children. Mixue'er seems to have really lost her past memory. From the moment she wakes up, she has no doubt about her past, but has decided that Yang Zheng is her father.

As for why she didn't suspect that she didn't have a mother, Yang Zheng felt that it should have been made by the Witch of Frost. She must have used some magic to make Mixueer think she didn't have a mother.

But none of these are the most important. What shocked Yang Zheng was that he began to understand why the Witch of Frost said that Mixueer was the true inheritor of magic.

In the book storage room of the ancient castle, Yang Zheng witnessed the glory of a kingdom ten thousand years ago.

The books there are even richer than the British Museum. Of course, Yang Zheng couldn't understand these books, but Michelle understood them all, and even added a "knowledge mark" magic to him.

Through this magic, Yang Zheng quickly completed the ancient text learning.

However, the books here are so rich, including astronomy, geography, mathematics, history... The books with the most extensive content are the magic system.

There are fifty bookcases. It records the origin and development of seven major magic systems. The vastness of magic has made Yang Zheng, a genius who claims to be more than 14, feel a headache. He simply read a book on the Origin of Magic and found that the content contained in it was beyond his imagination. The deep-seated magic research results, including mathematics, physics, astronomy, chemistry, and the three-dimensional object investigation, made Yang Zheng feel that he was simply ignorant.

So he gave up these books for the time being.

The history of the Kingdom of Penris made him more interested. Archaeology was his profession after all, and history was his favorite. Think about it. The kingdom ten thousand years ago was several times older than the Egyptian pyramids, and Yang Zheng couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"The Great Events of Sad Civilization" came into Yang Zheng's eyes.

He sat in the dim castle. A bright fireball was suspended in the air. This was Xiaomi Xueer's lighting technique. There were a few leftovers of food on the table. This was of course also the contribution of Xiaomi Xueer's "food manufacturing technique". Although the food made by magic is absolutely insulated from delicious food. But Yang Zheng doesn't care about these things now.

Yang Zheng held Mixue'er and looked through the book of the great events of Sad civilization.

He flipped books very quickly, and Mixuer's "speed reading" helped Yang Zheng turn the books at a glance and remember the contents in the books.

History is different from mathematics and chemistry...it is enough to remember it.

After two hours of transformation, Yang Zheng finally finished the half-foot-thick "The Great Events of Sad Civilization".

Mixue'er was still twisting her body in his arms at first and making a fuss with him, but later this little devil might be tired and fell asleep in Yang Zheng's arms.

After closing the book "The Great Events of Sad Civilization", Yang Zheng was in addition to being excited and also in a daze.

This is really precious historical data. The records in it are not only complete because of the magical effect, but also have some magical fragments. This is real video data.

It truly witnessed the rise, development, glory, and even the final destruction of a civilization.

Compared with the current civilization of the Blue Wind Continent, the Sade civilization is taking another route. The high development of magic civilization makes other technologies look so weak, and Dou Qi is nothing. In the Sade civilization, there is no such thing as Dou Qi. No, from a small corner, Yang Zheng has seen an introduction to the warrior school.

However, Sad's warrior is obviously different from the current warriors. The man in the illusion, Michelle's real father, is an extremely brave warrior. His power is obviously combined with magic. His sword technique like fire can't resist even those fishmen. If they weren't surrounded by sea water, that man wouldn't have died so easily.

Fighting Qi, a not-so-smart fighting method, was ignored in the Sad civilization.

It's just because of the high development of magic civilization,

In the Sad civilization, people's food, clothing, daily life and life are all related to magic, and the proportion of magicians accounts for almost 99% of the nobles and 60% of the civilians. What a terrifying number.

Compared with the current situation, even in the Angsas region of the Northern Continent, where magic civilization is relatively developed, there are almost only about 30% of the mages. Most of these mages are so bad that they even take half a day to use a spell to imagine how powerful the disappearing Sad magic civilization is.

The name Vicky is much more famous than Yang Zheng imagined.

The magic queen Vicky, Michelle's mother, was actually one of the eighteen magicians who appeared in the history of the Sad civilization for thousands of years. Moreover, she entered the field of the magician by only two years later than the greatest magic genius of the Sad civilization, Yulisan, who was respected as the magic emperor.

This shows the status of the Magic Queen Vicky.

Until now, it is almost comparable to a demigod.

And she became the witch of Frost, and after another ten thousand years, you can imagine how powerful Vicky is now, but she disappeared after waking up her daughter.

This puzzled Yang Zheng. In theory, it was Weiqi

A magician of the level of god.

How could it be that it could be so easy to die?

Could it be that she sacrificed herself to pass all the magic power to Mi Xueer? Yang Zheng really wanted to know what the magic power was, but unfortunately, a poor magic layman like him (compared to Vicky and others), even if he told him, he might not understand it.

He lowered his head and looked at the little girl sleeping in his arms. Her face was as pure as an angel, the magic hexagram on her forehead shone, and her little mouth was slightly raised, looking like she was having a sweet dream.

Looking at her, Yang Zheng felt soft in his heart. He now knew the feeling of uneasiness when he waited for Mi Xueer to wake up.

Maybe it was the feeling of a boy who was a father outside the delivery room waiting for his pregnant wife to give birth.

Maybe it’s just looking forward to the mood of the child calling himself “dad” in person.

Anyway, the mixed feelings made him look forward to it and worry a little.

He was even afraid that he would not be able to take good care of the little guy, so Yang Zheng stretched out his palm and gently rubbed the little guy's delicate face as delicate as milk.

No matter what, this little devil will not be hurt.

On the Miracle, Marceau controlled the Miracle to head towards the direction marked on the map while looking anxiously at the sea outside the porthole.

It has been a day and a night, and Yang Zheng has not come back yet.

The worst result is that he was killed by Medusa into a stone. Marceau was unwilling to believe such a result. The man was so strong and invincible that he could not die like this. Although Legolas and Marceau had woken up, the man was missing. The Miracle seemed to have lost its weather vane.

Under her control, the Miracle was not far away from Medusa's seas.

She can do it now, so she can only wait!

Inside the large library of the castle.

Yang Zheng woke up from his meditation.

He suddenly remembered the Miracle outside. Damn it. He knocked his head hard. How could he be so forgetful? Although Sad's civilization's brilliant and rich civilizational heritage is enough to intoxicate him. But now is not the time.

Looking at Mi Xueer who was sleeping in his arms, Yang Zheng shook his hand and woke Mi Xueer up.

"Dad, um...well..." Mi Xueer was confused when she woke up, wiped the saliva from the corner of her lips, and Du Si hurriedly burped her little head into Yang Zheng's arms, and was about to fall asleep again.

"Mi Xueer, Mi Xueer." Yang Zheng could not wait any longer. He could not get out of the fog and could only rely on Mi Xueer.

Mi Xueer was woken up and was a little angry and pouted.

Yang Zheng had no experience in coaxing children at all. Seeing Mixue'er angry, he scratched his head and said, "Good... Be good, Mixue'er, Oh... We are going to leave here, okay?"

Unnatural language and unnatural expression made Yang Zheng look like an inexperienced young man. Yang Zheng touched his rough chin and couldn't help but secretly despise him in his heart.

Mixue'er's golden eyes were rotating, and her eyes were very clear and childish.

Mi Xueer was not very satisfied with Yang Zheng's comfort.

Yang Zheng is usually so cool. If someone else was trying to trouble him like this, Yang Zheng would probably not even want to say something.

But Mixue'er is different.

Yang Zheng was tragically aware that he could not make up his mind at all, and his experience in this regard was completely zero. It has to be said that even on Earth, Yang Zheng was a lazy person who thought it was troublesome for children. He always said that raising children was so troublesome. For a while, he even wanted to be the DINK clan. Later, he was fussed by Xiaoyan, who loved children very much, and then let go of that idea.

Therefore, when Mi Xueer's angry look was helpless.

"Mi Xueer...I...Dad, okay?" Yang Zheng's face turned slightly red. He actually called himself Mi Xueer's "dad". The feeling was both embarrassing and novel. I was not married yet, and he thought sadly in his heart.

As soon as he heard about playing, the little girl finally showed an excited expression on her face.

She stretched out her chubby little hand and twisted Yang Zheng's ears a few times, rubbing her little head against Yang Zheng's chin. The stubble made Mixue'er itchy and comfortable.

"Okay, Dad, where are we going to play?"

Yang Zheng held her and stood up, walked towards the door of the library: "Go outside first."

As I walked along the way, in addition to the vault, there was also a book library and arsenal.

Yang Zheng decided to arm himself first.

He pushed open the thick iron door, and as the dust settled down, a room full of weapons appeared in front of Yang Zheng.

It can be imagined that the weapons stored by the royal family of the Penris Principality cannot be defective. Yang Zheng asked Mixueer to ride on his shoulders and shuttle between huge weapon racks. The number of weapons was amazing, and he could equip at least thousands of people. Yang Zheng took out an iron sword on the rack.

After he started to sink, he was slightly surprised. He estimated that the sword was at least fifty kilograms. After pulling out the sword, the black light made the iron sword appear thick and heavy. On both sides of the sword body, there were some fine patterns carved. Yang Zheng flipped through several magic books. Remember that these patterns were similar to some of the descriptions in the books.

Yang Zheng waved his backhand in the air, and the black light was sharp and the cold air was imminent in the whistling wind.

After thinking for a moment, he carried Mixue'er down and told her to stand aside.

Then he controlled the spiritual power in his mind, raised his sword and stabbed it violently, and a crackling sound appeared in the air, which was indeed a magic weapon.

And such weapons were thrown randomly on the subway stand, with only one pair of iron stands. There are more than ten same iron swords.

It is indeed the ruins of the Magic Kingdom. Anything is a priceless treasure.

Yang Zheng gently flicked the sword body. I don’t know what material this black metal is, but from the quality point of view, it is one level higher than the rare black iron in the Blue Wind Continent now. Coupled with the freezing effect attached to the sword body, such a weapon can easily cause a storm when you get it on the mainland.

After waving a few times, Yang Zheng put the sword back on the rack. There were many weapons here, and this was just an extremely ordinary one.
To be continued...