Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 478 - 477: Is Mianmian the Reincarnation of a Monkey?

Chapter 478: Chapter 477: Is Mianmian the Reincarnation of a Monkey?

Thinking of the Fire Spirit, Mianmian’s expression became serious again.

"What’s the matter? Didn’t you say everything was set up? Why are you still frowning?" Situ Zha said irritably, "With that expression, you look ugly and make people worry."

"I’m not ugly at all." Mianmian retorted sulkingly to Situ Zha, "It’s just that a friend told Mianmian that there’s something Mianmian wants at the sea floor, but now it hasn’t appeared yet."

According to the records in the book, the Fire Spirit should be a kind of fire that can fly. It might have its own consciousness, or it might not.

They were about to leave, but they hadn’t seen the flying fire appear.

"What does Mianmian want?" the Little White Dragon asked with concern, "There should be an underground Treasure Repository in the Dragon Palace. My parents and sister told me that many important treasures are hidden inside, and it also requires the bloodline of a dragon to open it."

"Treasure Repository!" Mianmian’s eyes immediately became shining, and the unhappiness from before was swept away. She pulled on the sleeve of the Little White Dragon, "Let’s go and take a look at the Treasure Repository? If there’s something I want, I can trade you with my things."

The Little White Dragon didn’t need Mianmian to trade her things with him.

If she was Mianmian, he would not hesitate to give her all the treasures.

"No need to exchange, let’s go have a look at the Treasure Repository."

Standing at the entrance, the Little White Dragon took one last look at the egg incubation room, his drooping eyelashes hiding his longing for his family.

From now on, in this world, he only wanted to consider Mianmian as his family.

With that step out of the egg incubation room, the Little White Dragon took it very decisively.

The door to the incubation room closed again, and the corals on the ground returned to normal, as if nothing had ever been there.

The Little White Dragon walked in the opposite direction. This time, in a pile of shattered artificial rocks, he placed his hand on it, opening another mechanism. All the mechanisms required Dragon Qi as support; without a dragon, it was impossible to activate them.

"My daddy told me that this design was actually to prevent a certain monkey." For the first time, the Little White Dragon took the initiative to say such a long speech, his childish voice tinged with a longing for his family, "He said that a long, long time ago, a monkey sneaked into the Treasure Repository and took away the priceless Sea-Calming Divine Needle, using it as a weapon."

This story was well known to everyone.

Mianmian was too embarrassed to say that she was actually a fan of that monkey, and she really liked the scene where Sun Wukong pulled out the Sea-Calming Divine Needle. If she said it, the Little White Dragon would definitely be upset.

So Mianmian could only feign surprise, "Ah, so that’s the case, it’s a very good design."

Right after she spoke, the full view of the Treasure Repository appeared before everyone under the light of the Night Pearls.

Originally, she thought there would be many weapons and gold and silver treasures inside, as the stories told that the old Dragon King especially liked to collect these things. But now upon looking... Goodness, where were the weapons and gold and silver treasures? The place was completely empty!

There were indeed a few rusty weapons placed in the corner, but they looked like scrap iron.

The Little White Dragon also didn’t expect that the very important Treasure Repository his parents talked about would look like this.

He said to Mianmian somewhat embarrassedly, "Sorry, I didn’t expect this either."

Mianmian waved her hand, "It’s alright, when you were in the egg, it was like when Mianmian was in mom’s belly, always hearing dad say that he would make lots of delicious food for Mianmian when she came out, but he actually couldn’t cook at all... sometimes adults just say such things to children."

She said it adorably, and instantly, the Little White Dragon felt they had one more thing in common, bringing a smile to his face.

"These things, they look kind of familiar," Situ Zha suddenly said, staring straight at the Little White Dragon and asking, "Can I touch these rusty items?"

Lost in thought about the commonalities with Mianmian, the Little White Dragon casually replied, "Sure, go ahead and touch them, they’re just some rusty stuff anyway."

With permission granted, Situ Zha walked towards the weapon he felt most familiar with.

Mianmian was also curious to touch, and she walked towards one of the weapons.

The weapon Mianmian was interested in, covered in pitch-black rust, was quietly leaning against the wall, shaped like a staff.

As she touched it, the rust on the staff fell off, revealing a shiny golden interior.

"Weighing 13,500 kilograms?" said Yang Xian, who stood beside Mianmian.

In Yang Xian’s hand, the rusty weapon had also shed its rust, taking on the shape of a Three-pointed Two-edged Knife.

What they thought was scrap iron, could it actually be bona fide weapons?

Looking at the Three-pointed Two-edged Knife, Yang Xian frowned and then put the weapon back.

Over there, Situ Zha was the same, holding a pointed spear in his hands.

"Damn, my old buddy!!!" Situ Zha’s eyes lit up, and he went to touch the objects next to him.

Unsurprisingly, they were all the treasures that had been with him since his birth.

Although he was Nezha at the time, his birth was designed, and the things he did later might have also been designed, but these weapon treasures were innocent. It was with them that he was able to exhibit his strength, occasionally doing things he wanted to do.

The Little White Dragon found Situ Zha’s tone odd, "What old buddy? This is the Armory of the Dragon Palace."

Mianmian thought for a while and then blinked her eyes to ask the Little White Dragon, "Can you think about whether your parents said anything else besides the Armory being very important?"

The Little White Dragon pondered and after a long pause finally answered Mianmian, "It seems they did say... The items in the Armory might one day return to their original owners..."

Return to their original owners!

As related memories resurfaced, the Little White Dragon also recalled some weapons that were matched with the Fairies in the heavens.

Indeed, his parents would murmur about it at the side of his ears, saying they were the weapons of the immortals, besides those that required specific spells to use, some that were frequently used would have a special connection with the owner.

Others might not react when they touched them, but only the owner would reveal something different upon touching.

With this in mind, the Little White Dragon reached out to touch another weapon lying unnoticed against the wall.

He touched it, but not a bit of rust disappeared from the weapon, showing no change at all.

That meant the memories he remembered were real.

And if this claim was true, then the staff Mianmian was holding, could it not be the Sea-Calming Divine Needle that a certain monkey named Sun Wukong forcibly took?

The Sea-Calming Divine Needle reacted to Mianmian?

Mianmian couldn’t possibly be... the owner of the Sea-Calming Divine Needle, could she?

Not only did the Little White Dragon realize this, but Situ Zha on the side also noticed it.

Situ Zha glanced at Yang Xian, then at Mianmian, and a ridiculous thought popped into his head.

Su Mianmian couldn’t be the reincarnation of that monkey, could she? The monkey reincarnated as a little girl?!!!