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001 handed the horn to Mengyun, Mengyun smiled viciously, stepped on the black dragon's tail, and said, "Now it belongs to the young master."

Then he waved his hand and said, "You don't have to be too sad, after all, you were sentenced to death. Think about it, anyway, you are going to die soon, and after you die, it will be mine. Before you die, you will know who your horn is. Snatch it away, isn't it good!"

Mengyun nodded, feeling that what he said made sense.

"So, rubbish, be grateful." Meng Yun finally said.

Immediately afterwards, 001 unbuttoned his chest, opened a small hole in his throat, and took out a boning knife from inside.

Work started.

After a while, the black dragon could no longer speak, because he had been disassembled, including dragon tendons, dragon bones, dragon meat, dragon scales and so on.

"New materials." Mengyun commanded, and other robots helped him put all the materials back into the toolbox.

After all the dust settled, Meng Yun asked: "Three days are up, how is your law making?"

Sun Mengyang felt that he took off the earplugs and said, "It's almost there."

"What about these?" Meng Yun pointed to the paper on the ground and asked.

"It's okay, we have an electronic archive, do you want to go and have a look now?" Sun Mengyang's tone was very humble.

"Lead the way."

Then he asked, "What's your name?"

Sun Mengyang replied obediently: "Sun Mengyang."

"Well then, this place will be my domain from now on. I'll be a little king, and you'll be the chief steward. When I'm not around, you can take care of this place."

A group of people just left.

In the basement, Wang Lin and the survivors of the guards were still waiting in fear, but fortunately, those arms had died with the death of the black dragon.

Sun Mengyang: "Did I forget something?"