Chapter 68: Codename: Yangyue

Ji Ming imagined what it would be like when he met Bu Long Fei Er De.

He might be angry, opening his eyes and roaring wildly, eager to go find those demon dragons and settle the score now.

Then I only need to express shared hatred, use "Years Added to One's Body" as an excuse, and keep him steady for the time being.

He could also be sentimental, having been gone for millennia yet able to revive in a single day.

Then I only need to offer comfort and sympathy, win hearts, and claim another combat power.

But Ji Ming never expected that Bu Long Fei Er De was too lazy even to converse, and simply fell asleep right there.

Dragon, I actually revived you.

Do you understand revival?

How could you, on a rest day early in the morning, hear the mower buzzing downstairs, rub the sleep from your eyes, look up once, and then feel justified enough to go back to sleep?

No way, I'm the project leader; this is unacceptable!

He was about to set his face in a scowl and harshly condemn such impolite behavior.

"You've got the wrong person."

Yet Bu Long Fei Er De slowly lifted his eyelids and said these words.

"Actually I have no real combat power and am not reliable; I'm just a reclusive, worthless silver dragon. You shouldn't have come looking for me."

Huh?

Ji Ming, half believing, half doubting, opened his panel to take a look.

Good fellow, this dragon's skill set compared to Xi Er Wei Ya actually has quite a few more.

And whether it's because the dragon's body is sturdier or its casting talent is unusually strong, I don't know.

Although his highest level is two tiers lower than Xi Er Wei Ya, his current level is much higher, a 46‑level senior mage.

You call that combat power insufficient?

In doubt, Ji Ming decided to summon the vigor of Zhou Gong's "spitting out food" and launch a wave of verbal therapy.

"Bu Long Fei Er De, I think you know my identity."

"I am a deity from the Infinite Upper Realm, responding to your world's invitation to bestow blessings."

"Now the Yangyue World is in peril; as a member of the lawful‑good side, don't you think you should step forward to assist me?"

Bu Long Fei Er De remained unmoved, merely extending a massive paw and pushing down.

"Sorry, I can't do that."

Hiss.

Could those demon dragons have beaten it into a shut‑in?

Ji Ming raised his tone, his words taking on a more serious edge.

"Bu Long Fei Er De, can a single small failure make you fall to this state?"

"Yes."

"Bu Long Fei Er De, how can you act… how can you be so self‑destructive? You have greatly disappointed me."

Yet the creature in front didn't even lift its head, only tapping the ground twice with its tail.

"Then you can kill the dragon."

His fist hardened.

Ji Ming very much wanted to call Xi Er Wei Ya in right now and beat this shameless silver dragon.

But considering this was a colleague he met on the first day, and he'd probably lose, he held back.

He still suppressed his anger and decided to solve the problem with his mind.

So, when a subordinate's subjective initiative fails, a leader should…

"Bu Long Fei Er De. I can tolerate your arrogance and rudeness."

"But you don't want to spend your whole life in this shabby storage room, keeping company with more and more skeletons, do you?"

Question: what does a great dragon need most?

It is the dazzling, glittering treasures of all kinds.

And more importantly, a nest large enough to hold those treasures.

Hearing Ji Ming's words, the previously indifferent Bu Long Fei Er De finally lifted its head.

Like waking from a dream, it glanced both ways and quietly tucked its claws under its body.

"So what do you want to do then?"

Heh, fool, as long as you make a concession, actions become either zero times or countless times.

Ji Ming chuckled inwardly, but his face was full of sincerity.

"If you help me with one task, I can provide you with a nest."

Bu Long Fei Er De lowered its head, nervously staring at Ji Ming.

"What do you want to do?"

Both actors were already in position, and Ji Ming began producing the video CG.

But before that, he first consulted the little boss.

After Yangyue heard his request, without a word he sent a huge batch of video files.

"This is the record I kept each time I observed; see if any of it is useful?"

Ji Ming nodded and began browsing.

Yet before he finished the third one, he was already gaping in astonishment.

If these videos were released into the real world, what kind of storm would they stir up!

However, many videos have poor angles or are overly explicit, making them unsuitable for promotion.

After putting some of the larger ones into the hard drive for gradual study, Ji Ming closed the window with lingering reluctance.

"Let's go, we should start working."

As the battleship's spirit, Yang Yue possesses inner sight, so Ji Ming first filmed some video footage of the interior of the Great Holy Seat‑class battleship.

Then he called in Xi Er Wei Ya and Bu Long Fei Er De, and they went to various parts of the dungeon to gather material, preparing to stage some outdoor shots.

As a loyal and solemn archangel, Ms. Xi Er Wei Ya was rather cooperative.

"So the weapon behind the Supreme Deity is called a shovel? I've never heard of such a thing."

"Is this the right motion? Sorry, I can't quite imagine."

"Sorry, sorry, it's my fault for not controlling the wing retraction properly; I guess I don't have to pay for crushing this place, right?"

Although at times she has a pure, college‑student‑like beauty that often gives Ji Ming a heart attack.

But compared with Bu Long Fei Er De, she is indeed a hundred‑percent little angel.

Because Ji Ming suddenly realized that this damned silver dragon might not be arrogant or rude.

He… is truly a lazy dog.

"I think this round of flying went well; we can move on, right?"

"Supreme Deity, when can we finish? I want to go home."

"We've been working for ten minutes; it should be break time now, shouldn't you all be tired?"

Even with loyalty‑level affection, they still whine while doing the work.

If we started with zero affection, wouldn't we have to give ourselves a bite of dragon breath right off the bat?

Angered, Ji Ming almost tore the Supreme Deity's face off, and Xi Er Wei Ya pinned him down before delivering a hard kick to his butt.

Nevertheless, she didn't even need to speak; Xi Er Wei Ya did exactly that.

"As fellow members of the Order, I don't wish to clash swords with you, but I will never tolerate such disrespect toward the Supreme Deity!"

Yet faced with the archangel's scorching great sword, Bu Long Fei Er De merely rolled onto his back.

"Then you go ahead and kill the dragon."

However, among the material Yang Yue supplied are some recordings of a giant dragon in flight; the effect may not be perfect, but it's fine to use them to fill the gaps.

Fine, let's endure this for now; there's plenty of time ahead, and later we'll give him a harsh military drill.

After half a day of picking and choosing, Ji Ming edited all the usable footage.

As the saying goes, knowledge comes in order, and each craft has its specialty.

As a non‑professional, Ji Ming isn't very skilled at video shooting and editing.

But with a system guiding and lightening the load, plus plenty of solid material to back it up, the final cut is so good it's delicious even when dipped in shoe soles.

After some splicing and special‑effect enhancements, the complete promotional video finally emerged.

As for the game title to display at the end of the video…

Ji Ming, after a long bout of indecision, finally settled on an answer.

Going with the local custom, it's "Code: Yang Yue."

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