Spirit Master

The eggshell cracked.

Then comes the second and third courses

No.20 Five Ways

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No.70 Five Ways

No.90 Nine Paths

1 cracks appeared, and the eggshell cracked.

From the cracked eggshell, a pink ball revealed a small head.

Hello, Baby Ding.

Baobao Ding is a tender pink ball with three pink spherical objects on its head. It looks like a pink bun at certain angles.

The three little balls on the baby's head are shaking, very cute.

If he wasn't familiar with Baobao Ding, You Mo would have started teasing him now.

Baoding staggered to the grass in front of the tree hole and stretched out in the sun.

"Bo Bo Ling" Baobao Ding rubbed his eyeballs and yawned. He seemed to have not seen You Mo and the others, and turned around in circles.

Her small body seemed to be very talented at turning in circles. After turning 1 times, Geranium was already bored enough to go back to the Poké Ball. You Mo had played nearly [-] rounds of rock, paper, scissors with Fang Jingyu without getting dizzy. sign.

"Little Ancestor, what are you going to do?" Fang Jingyu put away the hand that used the "cloth" and said with a grimace, half roaring and half complaining at the other party, regardless of whether Baoding could hear it or not.

"It seems like it's about to stop." You Mo replaced "scissors" with "paper" and stared at Baoding intently.

The pink sphere stopped its meaningless rotation and turned around to roll towards the tree hole.

“Bo Bo Ling”

The angry baby Ding puffed up his cheeks and used his irregular ellipsoid identity to deviate from the original path before hitting the tree, and successfully rolled onto the haystack in the tree hole.

It raised its little hand, and a powerful but meaningless roar came from its small body. It raised its other hand, clasped its hands together, picked up a handful of hay on the stone, and stuffed it into its mouth.

Ouch, you have to eat more to be strong.

The hay didn't taste good, and it swallowed with great reluctance. You Mo couldn't bear to see it, and sadly opened another bag of potato chips.

Although Fang Jingyu disagreed with You Mo's behavior, he had to say that the potato chips tasted really good.

Fragrant and crispy

Click click

Hey, hey, hey, baby Ding is choking on the hay.

Click click

Uh-huh, baby Ding is so sad that he is about to cry.

You Mo couldn't help but frown. Although he wanted to perform a ten-meter sprint to give the baby some water and then pat its back to comfort it, the premise was that they were in the same time and space.

From the moment Baby Ding came out of the elf egg, they could no longer interfere with this place.

He has tried this many times. The human and ghost forms are not available and are blocked within a certain range. Fang Jingyu also tried throwing stones inside, but the stones disappeared when they got close to the ground, as if there was a protective shield. Likewise, the stone disappeared without a trace or trace, as if it had never appeared before. The only trace that could prove its existence was probably the ripples left on the protective cover that disappeared in less than a second. No, because the ripples passed by in a flash and were not recorded, they cannot be evidence of the existence of the stone.

So it seems that all they can do now is eat melon

You Mo asked Fang Jingyu to release a certain Gengar, and Gengar took out a big watermelon from the space.

The geranium was released again, and the watermelon was split open with a flying knife. The bright red pulp was on the green skin, and the middle was the junction of the snow-white peel. The juice was full, the aroma was moving, and it looked particularly appetizing.

I don’t know what kind of watermelon Gengar is looking for. It smells very good. The sweet smell of melon and fruit quietly permeates the air, lingering in the wind.

The moon elf ate a piece of watermelon gracefully, and its familiarity with telekinesis prevented any of its fur from being stained with juice.

Geranium buried its head and gnawed, and the bright red juice spread in the corner of its mouth. You Mo thought that it might never learn to eat watermelon well in this life.

But we can't make things difficult for others, after all, it's really difficult for the elf to hold the watermelon with his hands.

Fatty Ni eats happily. She likes sweets, whether they are cakes that have been processed many times or pure natural fruits.

Gengar is probably the wildest eater. Half a piece of watermelon was played around with his tongue, just like doing acrobatics. Sometimes it was thrown high, and sometimes it passed through its body. It was innocent. Xigua was forced to experience a roller coaster ride.

Fang Jingyu also picked up a piece of melon and gnawed it, spitting out the seeds while eating. Before Bulbasaur could eat the melon, he started to plant melons. While he was working tirelessly to plant melons, he looked at the geranium with a resentful look.

We are both of the grass type, why can you eat melons happily and without any worries, but I have to grow melons for you here without even tasting the melons.

Geranium didn't even look at it, so who let it play the game and lose?

Marilou, who had just joined the team not long ago, looked puzzled at Geranium and Bulbasaur's conversation with their faces, and watered the melon seedlings with her conscience that had not yet been extinguished.

Looking at the happy scene, You Mo's heart, which was already stress-free, was affected, and he began to eat melon without any stress.

And the baby is still chewing grass

This scene is really immoral.