As soon as Yan Ge opened his eyes, he realized that he was not next to the main body tree, but in the heartthrob system space where Chicken Cub had been nesting for a while.
She was a little uncomfortable with the new environment. She frowned and glanced at the thick layer of melon seeds on the ground of the system space, and her eyes fell on the crying chicken in the corner. She calmed down and asked, "What's the matter?" ?”
"That guy, it's so pitiful, he wanted to take your body back to be buried with you a hundred years later, but everyone refused to let him, and wanted to bury you at the border, woo woo woo, this is life is different, death can't be in the same cave, woo Woooo so painful, he is so painful..."
It flapped its wings and flew into Yange's arms, and its little wings slapped Yange's chest: "You are so bad, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."
Yan Ge grabbed one of its legs and lifted it upside down: "Can you not speak human language?"
Facing the expressionless Yan Ge above with his dark eyes, Ji Zai immediately became sober: "Oh, I've watched too many Gongdou dramas recently, please forgive me."
Yan Ge put it on the footstool and asked, "Why isn't it in our chaotic space?"
Compared with the chaotic space that has no farts, the chicken cub actually prefers the space of the heartthrob system. It blinked its small eyes and said weakly: "You are bound to the heartthrob system. At the peak of fascination, we can only nest in this small place."
The corners of Yan Ge's eyes twitched, and before Yan Ge could speak, Ji Zai immediately shied away: "I didn't know it would happen before I was bound."
Yan Ge closed her eyes and felt for a moment. Although she was not in the chaotic space, she could still feel that a small branch like a bud had grown out of her body.
This little tree bud was nourished by the soul source obtained from the host this time.
Theoretically speaking, this time the host is not an ordinary woman, and the soul source is extremely powerful. How can the tree buds nourished by the soul source be so weak
What surprised her the most was that her only three branches were gone!
No... Does it mean that she is basically bald now
She turned out to be bald?
As a tree, Yange is not unusual at all. She has the aesthetics of a popular tree, and the standard feature is lush branches and leaves.
However, since she met the bird//beast that ate her, her originally very lush "hair" has decreased visibly with the naked eye.
Fortunately, she became bald now.
If it weren't for the fire that would burn him to ashes, Yange must be in a state of anger at this moment.
Grabbing the chicken cub's wings with one hand, Yan Ge asked like gnashing his teeth, "Where are all my branches?"
"No, no, I haven't told you the good news yet."
What kind of bullshit good news, no matter how good the news is, it's not as sad and hopeless as her baldness.
Yan Ge glared at Chicken Cub viciously, and if he didn't give a reason, she would abandon the friendship of thousands of years and stew this guy.
How could Chicken Cub know how Yan Ge loved her own few hairs.
So without waiting for Yan Ge to ask, it immediately yelled and said: "Your natal magic weapon has a tendency to condense, it is that guy who ate all your branches, you can feel it yourself, it really is it , you have cultivated it for so long, you should be happy that it can achieve great success."
Yan Ge can't be happy, now she thinks that the Buddha should be the one who kills the Buddha and the ghost, and crushes her natal spiritual weapon into scum.
A scholar can be killed but not humiliated, and a bald head is absolutely unbearable!
Chicken Cub comforted her weakly: "Actually, you are not completely bald, you still have a small bud!"
This little bud was nourished by the soul source of her host this time.
Yan Ge stood there with a livid face, as if he would explode on the spot the next moment!
Chicken Cub moved away from her weakly to keep a distance: "Actually, this is good news. After so many years of hard work, you have finally cultivated your natal spiritual weapon. This is equivalent to angels having wings. You should be happy, and we will too." It should be celebrated."
Yan Ge stared at it, and smiled sinisterly: "Hehe!"
Guess if this mighty man has cracked the tribulation of love and ascended to heaven
(end of this chapter)