The baby I picked up after crossing the road became the male protagonist

Chapter 77 077: A Strange Creature Hatched
She asked Yun Qihua nervously: "I smashed it to pieces?"

Yun Qihua said indifferently: "It should be about to be born."

This change scared You Xue almost to drop the egg, her palms were sweating, and she watched the egg's movement with breathless concentration.

Yun Qihua was speechless at her fuss, but he was also a little curious about what could come out of this egg.

The gap in the eggshell gradually opened halfway, and a bare and skinny little black claw came out.

You Xue: "..."

What's up with being a little ugly.

Still, she looked at the egg expectantly.

The black paws that seemed to have been baked poked upwards, and soon, a small head poked out.

It was the same black head as a chick, only the size of an adult's thumb, and its eyes were like small black rice grains, rolling around.

You Xue looked at this miniature creature silently.

How did an egg the size of half a palm hatch such a small chicken?
She can be crushed to death with a light pinch of her fingertips.

The house fell into a mysterious silence...

Until Yun Qihua commented: "It's ugly."

You Xue nodded solemnly, expressing her agreement.

Fortunately, the chick broke its shell with her, if it broke its shell with Xiao Cangqing Beast, it wouldn't be enough for it to stick between its teeth.

The chick cub knew that he was rejected, so he curled his invisible mouth and flapped his wings to fly down——

Then You Xue saw it falling to the ground in a daze.

She grabbed her foot and picked it up in a funny way, "I still want to escape from prison."

The chicken cub stood upside down in the air, not believing in evil, and wanted to spit fire out.

A cool breeze blows...

Chicken cubs are stupid.

Oh my God, how it became one!Only!chicken!

Lying in Youxue's palm with nothing to love, he pretended to be dead.

You Xue thought it was fun, so she handed it to Yun Qihua to see, "We should give it a name."

Yun Qihua looked away coldly, "Call me a clown."

"..." You Xue glanced at the chick who was shaking her head in embarrassment.

Chicken cubs can understand human speech, and everything in this world is really perfect.

"It's called Xiaomei? Uh...it doesn't seem to be willing."

You Xue fiddled with the chicken cub's little head that was shaking like a wave drum.

Yun Qihua was even more ruthless: "Why does a chicken talk about whether it is willing or not? It's called Xiao Hei."

"..."

The chicken cub is about to cry, when can a little kid break ground on its head?
What happened to the chicken?Don't chickens have chicken rights?

Waiting for it to turn around and return to its real body scared him to death, hum.

In order to take care of the chicken cub's mood and give it a good environment for growth, Youxue said seriously: "Call it Xiaobai, it has a better meaning."

Xiaobai+Yun Qihua: "..."

Yun Qihua didn't finish sucking the cultivation shells, and the overflowing spiritual power was very tempting to Xiaobai, he looked at Yun Qihua eagerly, but this cruel person didn't even give him a look.

"Do you want it?" Youxue knew that top-quality shells were very important to Yun Qihua, so she took out a few small shells from the little Cang Qing beast from the storage ring and gave them to Xiao Bai to play with.

The shell was too big for Xiao Bai, and once it got in, the chicken shadow disappeared. Youxue was afraid that he would drown, so when he opened the shell, Xiao Bai was sleeping happily in the sea of ​​spiritual power.

You Xue: "..."

After Yun Qihua absorbed all the spiritual power in the shell, he left the dimmed shell to You Xue as a souvenir.

After all, tens of millions of gold coins.

You Xue obviously felt that Yun Qihua's breath was different.

The moment he opened his eyes just now, she seemed to see a mark of blue ocean pattern appearing on his forehead.

"Well, this is for you."

A book that was thrown at her head and face brought You Xue back to her senses.

The book is already dusty, but the binding is exquisite, with a few words written on it: Dance with Thousand Faces.

(End of this chapter)