The little red bird snorted and expressed disdain for Xiao Jinlong and Xiao Zi’s Yaowu Yangwei.

How good are these guys doing, is it amazing? Is it great for it? Just being able to escape, isn’t it thanks to the speed of the world? Unfortunately, after all, it still failed to save the unknown.

I thought that the young boy who died in the wildland in the same year died like this. The little red bird’s mood was somewhat low. He threw a few wings and fell on the side of the soul-splitting wood. He grabbed the red spar and hugged it in his arms.

The little evil spirits are still a little bit dull, and when they see it, they kissed each other warmly.

The small head sniffed on the cockroach, and seemed to feel the familiar and favorite taste, and the cracked open mouth showed a silly smile.

Don't look at the appearance of a small evil spirit, a human being, harmless and cute, and use the magic gas to probe and know that this little guy has reached the peak of the devil king, equivalent to the human god. In the late stage of the demon, the advancement is more difficult than that of human beings, so the demon king’s peak is completely able to kill the early days of the human god.

The only silly thing that can't be seen at all is that there is nothing to change. It is only a small stag, it is still loyal to the egg, waiting for the moment to wake up.

Just then, the white elf slowly opened his eyes.

In the meantime, an invisible pressure is spreading in the space.

Xiao Jinlong, Zi Ling Luo, Little Red Bird, and the stupid little nerd and little evil spirit who have just been arguing for their work are all as if they have been inspired to stand up straight.

Xiao Jinlong’s face completely lacked the expression of a hippie smile, almost instinctively squatting, and issued a low whisper: “Congratulations to my king’s return!”

The personality of the little red bird so stinky, but also looked down at the head with a dignified look, and said the same words as Xiao Jinlong, "Give me the return of my king!"

The little nerd opened his mouth and only said one word: "Wang!"

The little evil spirit seemed to be a little jealous of the eggs, and the fear was surrendered, and then slowly smashed down.

The purple singer Luo did not surrender, but he also collected the spread of the branches.

There was a silent silence in the space, and I smiled and looked at the scene where the egg was worshipped by the beasts, and the face showed a proud expression.

Her little egg, her spirit, finally grew up at this moment.

However, the next moment, the pure white exquisite little man squeaked, and the cold angel of the time became a pink, rounded and squeaky look. He slammed twice and slammed into his arms: Mother!!"

The little guy’s rounded head is squatting in his arms, and the two little tentacles are dangling, and the soft and cute can’t be said. “Mother, I’m thinking of you! When you close, the eggs are boring. Dead, I always wanted to come out and play with my mother, but Yuan Ling said no, to practice well, to help the mother to run the bad guys."

Eggs and Yuan Ling can't be said to be one soul, but they definitely have a dual character.

One side is the temptation of the little guy.

On the one hand, it is the exquisite and beautiful, but cold angelic look of Yuanling.

When it is transformed into a Yuanling, the body will naturally emit a prestige that will make the beasts worship.

When it became an egg, there was no pressure, but the beasts unknowingly wanted to be close.

"Eggs, eggs, you look, I have become a four-pronged dragon, hahaha, you can't call me Xiaolong later, call me Jinlong Big Brother!"