What should I do if the insect king hatches from the egg I picked up?

The "First Cosmic Dragon Tribe Debate" ended with two steaming big bags on the head of the Insect King.

Jing Xia lay lovingly on Yi Rui's back and breathed him, but she couldn't control the dragon flames. When she exhaled, there would occasionally be sparks, which almost ignited the down on Yi Rui's head.

Yirels:…

This flaming whirring is not necessary.

After Emperor Xiu asked Yi Rui to eat two chestnuts, he turned his attention to Mo Bai and others.

After eating melon, we still have to get down to business.

Mo Bai put away his melon-eating expression with regret and handed the ice blue bead to Di Xiu: "Here, the consciousness of the world is inside, what are you going to do with it?"

As he spoke, Mo Bai glanced at the holy envoy who was tied up on the ground.

Emperor Xiu did not glance at the old holy envoy who was staring at him on the ground. He turned the blue ice beads in his hands calmly and listened to the painful wail of the consciousness of the small world inside being stabbed by the ice edges inside.

Yrels was lying in the yard in a reduced insect form, with an even smaller black dragon lying on his back. The two little ones tilted their heads, wanting to see how Emperor Xiu would deal with the two culprits who caused his death in the past. .

Jingxia lay on the back of Yirels' neck, grabbing the two soft tentacles on top of Yirels' head with her two small paws to prevent herself from falling.

Next to them, Mo Bai, Si Moyi, Bai Jue and Feng Zhuo stood side by side. Feng Zhuo looked at the two guys playing Jenga, feeling eager to move and his hands itching.

Mo Bai and the others looked at the Holy Envoy with smiles on their faces but inhuman indifference in their eyes.

That's right, they are not human in the first place.

After hearing enough of the wails of the consciousness of the small world, Emperor Xiu tossed the beads up and down with one hand, turned his wrist with the other hand, and a small gadget appeared in his big hand.

Jing Xia felt that the thing in Di Xiu's hand looked familiar. Isn't this the night light at home? I quite like it.

From the corner of his eye, Emperor Xiu saw Xiaolong's head peeking out from the side. He rubbed it before saying, "I'll make a better one for you another day."

Emperor Xiu then said to the world consciousness in the ice ball in his hand: "Do you know? The boss said before that if I meet you again, I will just execute you on the spot..."

Let him deal with this filthy world consciousness.

That voice without a trace of emotion made the world's consciousness begin to tremble regardless of the surrounding ice edges, and even the ice ball began to tremble.

Seeing Di Xiu open the lampshade of the night light, and the light blue liquid inside was revealed in front of everyone, the brown eyes of the poor man on the ground shook, and the ice ball in Di Xiu's hand began to scream.

"You are violating the rules!"

Jingxia and Yirels had inquiring expressions on their faces. They had studied this night light before and found that Emperor Xiu had placed many restrictions on the night light, so they stopped thinking about taking it apart. The shell plays with the liquid inside.

Emperor Xiu casually dropped the ice ball in his hand into the liquid, and dazzling white light burst out.

As the screams slowly disappeared, there was only a jar of gray-green turbid liquid left in the crystal night light, and the still clean and transparent ice-blue sphere suspended above it.

Seeing that the liquid could melt the consciousness of the small world, the scales and down on the two little ones exploded.

Jingxia, Yirui:! ! ! What's this!

Di Xiu reached out and carefully took out the ice ball. After putting the ice ball away, he handed the night light shell towards Mo Bai and glanced coldly at the people on the ground.

Mo Bai, who had been a colleague for many years, naturally understood what he meant, and he twisted the corner of his mouth with a wicked smile: "Come on."

The old holy envoy sobbed and shook his head, looking at Emperor Xiu with a look of despair: "No... please, Xingchen..."

Bai Jue held Feng Zhuo's waist and rested his chin on Feng Zhuo's head. Hearing this, his voice was lazy and he kindly reminded: "His name is Dixiu now."

He is no longer the Star Abyss Dragon that was locked in a cycle by fate, but the emperor cultivator of the gap.

Of course, it was not the dragon that was called a star by the holy envoy and was pushed to annihilation by him after teaching him to lead the creatures in the small world to prosperity.

The Holy Envoy naturally understood what Bai Jue said, and regret appeared on his face again: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

He did so much in the beginning just to want the dragon to stay by his side, to want the dragon to look at him with proud eyes. He integrated the dragon's bones and blood into his body, and he just wanted to stay with him forever in the same way he did when they first met. Dragon's side.

Unfortunately, after he followed the world consciousness and forcibly trapped the dragon in a container filled with light blue liquid, until the body completely dissipated, the dragon looked at him with no emotion in his eyes... not even hatred.

It was like looking at a grain of sand that had nothing to do with the tower, blowing under its dragon wings in the wind.

But now, Long was an imperial cultivator and didn't even want to look at him again. Instead, with the gentle smile he had always longed for, he stretched out his hand to rub the scales of the little black dragon.

It seems like... you even brushed the hair of the lower one against your will?

Yirels, who was being stroked backwards, resisted the idea of ​​scratching Di Xiu with his sharp claws.

The previous troubles were about to end completely. Emperor Xiu squatted in front of Jing Xia and the others in a good mood, reaching out to comfort the two fried animals.

Feng Zhuo looked on eagerly, and he wanted to rub it too. It's a pity that if he reached out by himself, the little black dragon snoring so comfortably would definitely bite his hand hard.

Feng Zhuo thought with tears in his heart. The back of his hand, which had been whipped by Jing Xia before, was still aching.

The atmosphere here is warm, and the other side is the scene of torture.

The vine controlled by Mo Bai opened the holy envoy's mouth, and another vine rolled up the container filled with gray-green liquid and moved towards the holy envoy.

The Holy Envoy was struggling and whimpering with tears streaming down his face, but none of the humanoid creatures around him had any sympathy on their faces. They watched calmly as the liquid was poured into the Holy Envoy's abdomen.

The old holy envoy felt that the area where the liquid had slid over was like fire, and he could also hear the sound of his bones being corroded.

Did He feel this much pain when he was in the liquid?

After filling the liquid, Mo Bai let the vine release the holy messenger and shook it in disgust. He made sure to ask Si Moyi to give him a good wash after touching dirty things.

The Holy Messenger was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to cry. After being released by the vines, he had no one to rely on. He could only curl up on the ground in pain, feeling that his body was being corroded bit by bit. He could even clearly feel which bones were corroded. Where, which internal organs have been dissolved.

Were you in such pain at first?

His cloudy brown eyes stared blankly at Di Xiu, who was leaning towards him with a smile on his lips.

He seemed to have never seen Long smile so easily.

Before being completely dissolved by the liquid, the holy envoy still hoped that Emperor Xiu would turn his eyes. Even if the smile was not for him, even if the gentleness was not for him, he still hoped that Emperor Xiu would look at him again.

It is a pity that the emperor cultivator did not turn around in the end, and the holy envoys could only disappear into the liquid they originally created in endless despair, just like the consciousness of the small world.

The energy decomposed by the liquid dispersed into the void, and only a hiccup was heard in the void.

A pleasant voice also appeared in Emperor Xiu's mind:

[100% of spilled energy successfully recovered]