Monopolize the favor of paranoid gods

"His Royal Highness, thank you for your hard work." The knight flew Song Zhixun slowly in the sky. Song Zhixun looked up at the blue sky and couldn't help but stretched out his hand towards the soft clouds.

"En." Lying on the soft cloak, the knight's armor was not cold.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"Not much sleep."

"The shrine has prepared bedding for you, you can just rest." The knight's voice seemed to be much softer than before, and his movements were no longer irritable and rough, "Is there something uncomfortable in your body?"

Song Zhixun blinked and tilted his head: "Are you happy?"

"The subordinates don't understand what Her Highness the Queen of God means."

Song Zhixun looked at the redness and swelling on his wrist caused by forcibly destroying the ID bracelet of the upper class: "Because of this, I have basically been directly bound to the Raster Palace."

The knight was silent, and the warm breeze mixed with the sunset blew across Song Zhixun's cheeks. Song Zhixun narrowed his eyes and looked at Hongxia.

"No." The knight replied.

"But you are obviously very happy." Song Zhixun tilted his head and teased the dull knight, "I can't see your expression, but I can feel your mood. Don't lie to me, I trust my intuition."

"Subordinate..." The knight hesitated to speak, and finally only heard a weaker and gentler tone than usual, "I don't dare to think about occupying a position in the heart of the God Empress, but I called my subordinates when Her Highness the God Empress was in danger. This is... an honor bestowed by His Highness the Empress."

Song Zhixun opened his mouth, and finally smashed it, stopped answering, and closed his eyes.

When Song Zhixun woke up again, he was on the soft mattress, the birds chirping outside the window was crisp and clear, he got up and opened the window, and what he entered was the vast jungle and the oncoming air without the smell of gasoline, faintly mixed with sweetness.

It was only at this time that Song Zhixun realized that a vase had appeared beside him at some point, and the gorgeous unknown white flowers bloomed in it exuded a faint fragrance, which made him feel relaxed and happy.

Putting on clothes casually, Song Zhixun's goal was a group of... men in strange robes who were constantly cleaning the temple. All of them covered their faces with wide hats, and it was impossible to tell who was who.

"What kind of strange clothes are these?" Song Zhixun directly pulled off the clothes of one of them, looked up, it was really a strange design, and covered his face tightly.

"Queen of God..." The other party seemed not quite used to this title and almost bit his tongue, "Your Highness, this is the unified service of the saints in the temple."

"Don't call me that, it's disgusting." Like the knight's cloak, the saint's robe is made of uniform white, and the huge hat is buckled high on the head. I have to say that this peculiar design is quite funny .

It feels like a low-level game monster in some holo.

"It's been two or three days since I've been away, and you've even sewed the clothes?" Pulling the fabric of the man's clothes and observing carefully, it's a very old-fashioned way of making clothes, and you can even see the traces of sewing with thin threads. It's almost hard to see in the country of steel.

"This is what the temple has always had. We just found a number that suits us to wear. We can't just walk around in underwear all the time."

The other party's words made Song Zhixun vaguely remember that he didn't seem to have checked the inside of the temple at all, basically because he couldn't move his legs when he saw the knight mecha in the hall.

"You don't even need to wear a hat, do you? How can I tell who's who?" The big hat was buttoned so that the face could not be seen.

"I also think it's a bit in the way, but the maids here insist on asking us to dress like this."

"Maid?" Song Zhixun was stunned for a moment, "Aren't you a group of big men here? Where did the maid come from?"

Song Zhixun didn't know that there was a maid in this house, why had he never seen one before.

"His Royal Highness." Song Zhixun turned around. The white apron on the black knee-length dress and the white cloth strips sealed her eyes. From the lower part of her face, she could still see the maid's pretty face, but... the same Twelve identical maids basically occupied half of the large corridor. "The twelve maids of the temple have all recovered and are all in working condition. The twelve maids are grateful for the arrival of His Highness the Queen."

Twelve pretty girls knelt down together, their movements were uniform, with no deviation in angles, just like carefully programmed robots.

"After you left, these twelve maids suddenly appeared in front of us and gave us these clothes." The former soldier who was held back by Song Zhixun opened his hands aggrievedly, the difficult-to-move robe greatly restricted his activities, "Very inconvenient to work."

"The servants of Her Highness the Empress must behave elegantly and dignifiedly. The robe is to restrict the indecent behavior of the servants, which insults the sanctity of the temple and offends the noble Empress." The maid replied respectfully, and the leading maid raised her head slightly. A little bit of body, "After seeing God for the first time every day, you must bow down and bow. As servants, you still have a lot to learn."

"Does she mean to ask me to kneel down?" Obviously the man was also taken aback.

"It was only at this time that I realized how terrible the old social hierarchy was." Song Zhixun just wanted to complain about something but refuted himself, "Of course it's not bad now."

The maid stood up under Song Zhixun's signal. Song Zhixun found that these people basically looked exactly the same, even their chests were the same. Song Zhixun was full of curiosity about the bandages on the maid's eyes.

"Are you all blind?"

"Perceiving the shape, smell, taste, and movement of objects, you can naturally grasp everything around you."

"Why not just look with your eyes?"

"A maid is a prop. Apart from her work, she can only be a decoration. She cannot be gorgeous and eye-catching. She cannot selfishly love her master, and she cannot show signs of peeping. She should wholeheartedly perceive the master's needs and do her best to create a good living environment for the master. .”

When the maid was speaking, Song Zhixun raised his finger towards the bandages that tied the maid's eyes, and found that it was tied tightly. He tried to take off the bandages directly. With his movements, it seemed that he directly pulled the maid's face.

"This bandage is connected to the meat???" Song Zhixun couldn't help being surprised, the feelings are not decorations but directly become part of the maid, "I can't do this, why..."

The maid suddenly fell silent and didn't answer the question. Taking off the bandage now would probably tear off the other party's eyelids, and Song Zhixun didn't dare to take the risk.

"I don't have the habit of watching people kneel down. Since you are maids, clean up well and don't get in my way. You don't need to worry about whether they need etiquette." Song Zhixun pointed at the man in the holy robe beside him, " I didn't recruit them to make them servants."

The maids did not refute, but bent over together, and separated from each other out of Song Zhixun's field of vision.

"It is said to be a temple, but when we checked it, we felt that it was like a prison in the skin of a temple." Yuan Jun and Song Zhixun, who were wearing tall hats after seeing the maid left, said, "We found torture tools and a lot of things underneath. Similar to a room in a prison, there are also many remains of bones, which have basically decayed into slag."

"Fuck..." Song Zhixun was dumbfounded. He only knew that there were many believers who served the gods here, and he didn't expect such a thing when he first arrived. "Where's Iser?"

"Plowing the fields according to your orders."

"Is there any result?" However, there should be no results in just two or three days. There should be many failed experiments. Fortunately, Rust gave a lot of seeds at that time.

"Sprouted."

"I knew it must not be that easy...Easy...Eh??" Song Zhixun turned his head in confusion, full of disbelief sprouting?What sprouted?

Leading Song Zhixun to the outside of the temple, on a piece of grass in the distance, Song Zhixun saw Isel kneeling on a tree hanging on the tree beside him, shirtless and earnestly pulling weeds in the sun.

The one-handed and one-legged Iser has obviously adapted to life in the land, stepping on the soil with bare feet, the skin on his body is a little darker than the last time I saw him,

This reclaimed field is not very big. Although we can see a lot of weeds, we can already see the delicate and young leaves stubbornly sticking out a little head in the brown land.

"God... it really sprouted..." Song Zhixun couldn't believe his eyes. Originally, in his mind, it must be extremely difficult to see the sprouts, at least more than a year, but this is only the next day. A young life broke out of the ground like this?

"Song Zhixun?" Hearing the voice, Issel raised his head from the ground, showing an inexplicable sunny smile, "Are you back? See the results?"

Song Zhixun gave them a little seed before leaving, and told them to reclaim a piece of land and then put the seeds on the surface of the soil and then water some water. After all, they are not agricultural geniuses for the first time to try a simple method.

"It's incredible, is it so easy to grow seeds in the ground?

"I'm also surprised." Iser jumped out cautiously from the field, "The seeds that can only be regarded as collectibles in the country of steel did not expect to germinate so easily in the Raster Palace."

"When the colonel saw the seeds sprouting, he was sluggish for a long time. He couldn't believe that these were tomato seeds. He spent the whole morning checking whether it was a weed. After confirming that it was a tomato seed, I saw the colonel tearing up for the first time. Woolen cloth."

"Don't talk nonsense." A smear of black and red appeared on Iselle's rough face.

"Why am I talking nonsense? Then I spent the whole day in the sun the next day, and when I went back, my whole body was peeling off, and now I ran out to the fields early in the morning."

Song Zhixun also opened his big eyes, bent down and lowered his head, looking at the delicate and young leaves seriously. The small leaves swayed gently in the wind, as if greeting him.

"It's strange." Iser sat next to Song Zhixun, "The thing called a miracle that was extremely difficult in the country of steel can be succeeded so easily here. After seeing such a young life like a seed When it can really germinate so quickly, it would be a lie to say that I am not moved."

"I used to always think that it was extremely difficult for seeds to germinate. Could it be that in the world of the ancients, it was just a matter of one night?" Song Zhixun could also understand this kind of emotion, and gently touched it with his fingers Cut off the tomato leaves.

"But compared to the tomato seedlings, it's the weeds that really grow too much." Issel frowned and glanced at the weeds thrown out by himself, "Their growth rate is almost several times that of the tomatoes, and the continuous flow seems to be plucked. Not quite the same."

So Issel was busy pulling weeds in the field when he came.

"I asked my brothers to search in the forest, and we found a lot of things, but we are not sure whether they are edible." Song Zhixun also saw the small mountain-shaped fruits piled up not far away, large and small round ones The long ones are all available, "We don't have a communicator in our hands so we can't look up the information, so we've been waiting for you to come. These fruits basically have something similar to seeds."

Song Zhixun looked at Iser in surprise. Could it be that this guy is addicted to planting seeds?Looking at the small and immature seedlings, Song Zhixun couldn't help feeling a wonderful sense of accomplishment.

His communicator was thrown into the trash can, and now he is staring at these fruits, so it seems that he has to find Ruster.

"Iser." The boy's unique crisp voice dispelled a bit of arrogance, "Do you like planting?"

"I've only been given two days of planting life, so I can't answer your question." Iser was quite cautious about this.

"Since you have come to Rasteri Palace, it is impossible to go out again. I keep you for farming. If possible, I hope you will like the position I gave you."

"Are you giving me any choice?" Isel laughed at himself.

"Yes." Of course Song Zhixun would not force others, "You can still choose to die."

"Hahahahahaha." Iser laughed out loud, "Man is an animal that can do anything to live. You ask me to choose between dying and farming. Do I have a choice?"

Song Zhixun narrowed his eyes: "It's good that you know."

Song Zhixun originally wanted to declare his sovereignty over the Rasteri Palace. He and Issel are not equal, but a superior-subordinate relationship, which cannot be discarded.

"Since you choose to obey me, then you have to understand that from now on you have nothing to do with the country of steel, and from now on, you are no longer a colonel." Song Zhixun took out a farm tool from the side Throwing the sharp sickle directly to Iser, "I know that the IDs of all the soldiers have been buried in the flesh. I don't know where they are. Find a way to get them out yourself."

Iser looked down at the scythe in his hand, and sighed: "If such a thing is directly inserted into the body, it will cause a great burden, so try to use it after disinfection in a clean environment as much as possible."

"Do you disagree?" Song Zhixun narrowed his eyes.

"No." Issel raised his head with a smile, and looked at Song Zhixun who was standing under the backlight. The boy's ID bracelet had disappeared, and the unswollen wrist showed the pain of him forcibly taking off the bracelet.

He didn't know what Song Zhixun was carrying, but it was impossible to go back to the military headquarters now. The grass was also very cute, he could swim in the lake, and he could do something to keep his hands from being covered in gunpowder smoke.

"The fields still need to be taken care of now, so it will take some time." Isel's hand gently stroked his neck, his eyes drooping.

"If you don't want to..." Song Zhixun was about to say something, but was stopped by the people next to him.

"You may not know that because soldiers have access to weapons, the military has extremely strict control over soldiers. You only know that our ID is buried under the skin. In fact, the ID is directly connected to the brain. If it is forcibly taken out, it may cause serious damage. Naobu was attacked and died."

Song Zhixun's eyes widened. He had no idea about such a thing, and this was the first time he had heard of it.

"Will it affect the brain?" Song Zhixun asked, "Will it become mentally retarded?"

"This is the best way for soldiers to show their loyalty to the country, so we can't guarantee that if you remove the ID directly, you will die, so let us give us a little time."

Song Zhixun looked at the tall hat, pursed his lips, turned around and returned to Iser, and snatched the sickle from Iser's gaze: "If you don't make it clear, how can I know your reason? I will find a way to deal with you and don't need to think too much about it."

The boy was probably lazy. He only wore a simple coat and underpants all over his body. His slender and white legs were almost transparent under the direct sunlight. His arms were crossed around his chest, and the sickle was in his hand It looks much bigger.

Because the expression of being annoyed and ignorant of the situation is quite cute, the aggressiveness he saw for the first time may not be the truest side of this person, maybe he looks arrogant and strong, but in fact, he just quietly hides his soft side?

"Issel." Song Zhixun kicked the opponent away, "If you keep staring at my legs in a daze, I'll dig out your eyes."

Iser rubbed his nose and got up from the ground, he was distracted just now.

"sorry."

"Issel, I saw Liafel."

Iser heard the familiar name, and the thoughts buried in his heart were slightly touched: "How is she?"

"It looks quite energetic." Iser's relieved smile made Song Zhixun inexplicably uncomfortable, "Are you lovers?"

Iselle's face froze: "She even told you this?"

"I want to bring Liafell into the Rastorie Palace, what do you think of this proposal?"

Hearing Song Zhixun's words, Yisel, who was calm at first, suddenly became violent. Song Zhixun felt his eyes blur. His hand holding the sickle was forcibly removed and loosened. With the sound of the sickle falling into the ground, Song Zhixun's voice In front of him, a huge knight was holding a sharp epee on Iser's neck.

Song Zhixun raised his head in a daze, only then did he realize that Issel wanted to attack him just now.

"What do you mean?" Song Zhixun shook off his grasped wrist in disgust.

"You can ask me to do anything, but if you dare to attack Liafell, even if I try my best, I will definitely not let you succeed."

Iser obviously had a strong murderous intent. As he became more and more angry, the knight's epee had sunk into the flesh of Iser's neck, leaving a stream of bright red blood dripping down his chest.

He thought... he wanted to harm Liafell?

Song Zhixun suddenly felt angry, he picked up the scythe on the ground and chopped it at Iser's other intact leg.

The sharp sickle pierced Iser's skin and penetrated into the muscle, but Song Zhixun, who was not strong enough to begin with, could not injure Isere more accurately.

"It is said that human flesh and blood can also become a nutrient for plants. If I cut you down now, will you grow tomatoes on your corpse?"

"It doesn't matter if you kill me or use me as a nourishment, I'm giving you Liafell's message to thank you, not to let you use her to blackmail me!" Iser's face turned red with a ferocious expression , killing Song Zhixun with a murderous look, "If you want to use Liafeier, then I might as well kill myself now and let you have nothing!"

Song Zhixun was so angry that he couldn't breathe well, and when he turned around, he saw the formation of soldiers rushing forward with farm tools in their hands, and everyone looked at him with bad intentions.

He naturally knew that all the soldiers here could not match the fighting power of a knight, but seeing such a consistent formation, Song Zhixun realized that it was impossible for him to get along well with these people, just as he thought at the beginning, What he needs to be is a tyrant.

"What do you think I will do to Liafell?" Song Zhixun narrowed his eyes, and once again brought up a familiar arrogant smile at the corners of his mouth. He spread his hands and showed contempt towards the person in front of him, "Of course For her to be able to have children, isn't the greatest advantage of being a woman is being able to have children? I not only want her to have children, but also to have children consecutively, it doesn't matter whose child it is, after all, I am very short of people in the Rasteri Palace now!"

Hearing Song Zhixun's words, Iser's eyes widened. The deep anger in his eyes almost threatened to cut Song Zhixun into pieces. With such eyes, Song Zhixun was not afraid, and he stepped forward to provoke him. Touching Iser's chin, the knight forcefully pressed Isere to the ground and knelt down.

"You know, in the face of absolute strength, you can be easily crushed to death like defenseless cubs. Thank you for my decision to keep you. If I see you playing such petty temper again, There are some things I can say and do!"

Song Zhixun walked through the crowd with strides, his slender back showing no fear.

Watching Song Zhixun's departure, the huge knight disappeared into the sky, and Issel sat down to check his wound.

"Colonel." The person who brought Song Zhixun here reached out and took off his hat. He was the youngest soldier. He tore off the brim of the hat and bandaged Iser's wound. "You are too emotional, you It shouldn't piss him off."

Iser remained silent, and silently took the cloth to stop the bleeding from his wound.

"Although I don't know whether it is or not, I think that maybe Song Zhixun didn't intend to threaten you."

Iser didn't speak, and the whole scene was deadly silent. In the air, there was only a sigh of unknown origin.

"Damn those who don't repay their kindness, if it weren't for me, you bunch of brains, if it wasn't for me, you would have died without a place to bury you, and Lian is here to beep with me?!"

"I really want to bring you a daughter-in-law here with good intentions, and you still want to kill me? Suicide? Okay? Don't you have the face to say that you don't have the guts to commit suicide?!"

Song Zhixun was sitting on Leo with bare legs, cursing and venting his unhappiness, while looking down to find the direction of the Rust Forest.

"One by one, I don't even know who I offended! Now God doesn't care about you, so I care about you. I don't know how to flatter you. I am more humane than your group of soldiers who planted bombs in their bodies!"

"It's really going to piss me off!"

Song Zhixun parked Leo far away from the woods, and stepped on the delicate lawn into Rust's domain.

Song Zhixun has been to this place three times, but he has never noticed any changes here. It is said that the flowers will wither, but in the midst of the flowers, it seems that the God of Creation lying there is not the same at this time. A dead body.

Stepping on the flowers, the delicate feet almost smashed the flowers to pieces. The flowers were injured and flowed out colorful juices, staining the soles of Song Zhixun's feet, as if a colorful painting had been drawn on the soles of his feet.

"Rast, come out, I have something to ask you, come out!" With one hand propped by Ruster's head, the other hand subconsciously wanted to slap Ruster, but when he saw that beautiful face With such a face, Song Zhixun didn't go down this time.

Looking at Ruster's trousers with sly eyes, Song Zhixun made a smirk, and secretly reached for Ruster's belt.

In an instant, flowers flew in front of him, and the fragrance of flowers bloomed in the air. Song Zhixun raised his head, and what he saw was the warm sky. Not far away, Rast turned his back to him as always. Song Zhixun watched the other party meandering into his hands With long silver hair, he suddenly laughed out loud.

"So for a god who has given up on the world, it is very embarrassing to be taken off his pants in his sleep and then propped up to the sky, isn't he hahahahahaha!"

Song Zhixun stepped on the soft petals and knelt behind Rast, his delicate legs became more white and lovely under the background of the petals, hugged Rast from behind, Song Zhixun breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm back, God of Creation."

Lying on Ruster's shoulder, although he couldn't see his face, Song Zhixun felt an inexplicable sense of peace.

People's hearts are always fluctuating, and one moment they are best friends, and the next moment they may turn against each other. Although Rust is emotionally closed, he will not say that he is betrayed.

Or……

"God doesn't need to betray anyone, right?" Song Zhixun buried his head in Ruster's shoulder, "The marks from my bite last time are still there, won't they heal?"

Song Zhixun blinked his eyes, licked the bite mark repeatedly, and then aimed at the mark with his small fangs again and took another bite. This time it was not like the last time he bit the bleeding to declare his sovereignty, this time it was just lightly. Biting the soft meat with small fangs, playing with it like a game.

"Rast." Song Zhixun's indistinct voice came from his mouth, "Your taste is sweet after a long time, like nectar."

The long silver hair fluttered slightly, floating up in the air, wrapping Song Zhixun tightly and tightly, his hair was soft, it swept gently over his legs, gentle and comfortable, almost considerate the warmth.

"Last, do you think they will agree to my request?" Hanging on Rast's back, Song Zhixun's legs were caught, and he was carried directly on the back, and Song Zhixun peeled it off in front of his eyes With long silver hair, he muttered, "I think it should be, after all, this is a land of treasures! You haven't seen it, the tomatoes have sprouted, can you do this in the country of steel? As soon as the fireflies touch the steel The air in the Kingdom of Steel was almost dead on the spot! After all, there have been no poisoning crimes in the Kingdom of Steel for so many years, is it because everyone has already developed antibodies?"

As always, Ruster didn't make any sound. He stepped on the petals with Song Zhixun on his back, and there was no sound from his footsteps. A strange flower appeared in front of Song Zhixun's eyes.

The flower was as big as a palm, pure white in color, blooming slowly, and withered instantly when the flower was at its peak.

The flowers that hadn't completely decayed fell to the ground. Song Zhixun jumped off Rast's back and bent over Rast to pick up the petals. The powder was buried in the soil.

"Eh..." Song Zhixun was stunned, "Should I not touch him?"

When Song Zhixun was in a daze, he was picked up, suddenly feeling weightless, he subconsciously reached out to grab something, but he directly grabbed Rust's long hair, and the long silver hair curled up Song Zhixun's previously broken leg And the swollen wrist, a strange coolness shifted over.

The tingling pain disappeared, replaced by a feeling of coolness. Last held Song Zhixun's wrist, and kissed Song Zhixun's wrist one after another.

The redness and swelling dissipated, the marks on the legs disappeared, and even the pain in memory could not be recalled in any way. All the pain spots had disappeared, and even the electric current tingling feeling of wearing electronic handcuffs, Song Zhixun couldn't even remember it. In that large area of ​​memory, countless white flowers that quickly withered that he saw bloomed.

"Last..." More than pain.

Even the unhappiness and anger just now were filled with bursts of strange feelings, as if the white flower had been stuffed into his negative emotions, and the strange fragrance filled all the negativity, he seemed to be Lying in the warm water, his soul was purified by countless water spirits.

When Song Zhixun opened his eyes again, everything had disappeared, but both his body and his spirit had reached a peak that had never been reached before. Advanced communication equipment, and everything just now was just a dream.

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"What kind of flower is that?" Song Zhixun sat on a rock on the grassland, watching the dangerous animal hunting, facing the sleeping cat curled up in front of him.

The little white cat shook its ears, half-opened its eyes, thoughtful.

"do not you know?"

"That's probably not a flower." Rui squinted his eyes, and the cat's tail swayed from side to side regularly, which seemed to be a small movement of thinking, "Maybe it's the creative power of Rust."

"En?" Song Zhixun put one hand on his knee, expressing his curiosity.

"I can be in charge of life, and the palace can be in charge of destruction, but we also have something that we cannot touch, something that only the god of creation can do - the creation of thinking."

God is in charge of all things, and Rust is in charge of everything, thinking, memory, emotion, all of which can be easily manipulated by Rust.

"If you want to replace a memory, you only need to create a new memory. If you want to lose a relationship, then it is enough to create a new relationship. Last is a true god with such a powerful ability."

In Song Zhixun's memory, all the "pain" and "anger" have been filled with flowers, and the negative emotions are basically impossible to recall. All the difficulties of this trip have been completely wiped out by Rust .

"It's really unnecessary." Song Zhixun snorted coldly, "I thought he was obedient, but I didn't expect him to be troublesome."

The little white cat couldn't help but raise its head. Does his queen really know what she's talking about?

"Human instinct is to forget painful memories, isn't it?"

"Only when I remember the humiliation they gave me, can I be more in the mood to watch them vent their anger and cry at my feet. Happiness can't be called happiness without comparison, right?" Song Zhixun tugged a little annoyed. He tugged at his hair, "It's all the damn Rust's fault, I don't even feel good when I think of the green face of the interrogator!"

The little white cat was a little surprised: "Do you really enjoy the pain?"

"I don't enjoy pain." Song Zhixun gritted his teeth, but, "I enjoy the people who inflicted pain on me, and then I made it even more painful!"

The little white cat flicked its tail.

Rust has given up on this world and is waiting to die. Rust, who has never used the power of creation, actually reproduced the power of creation that he has never used again this time, just to erase the memory of being in the God Empress. pain and sorrow in.

Ruster's heart softened...

Maybe he tried to resist, but he still couldn't resist the charm of the God Empress.

So this is their queen?The little white cat raised its head and looked at Song Zhixun. Is he their god queen or...their god?

"Did you hear any crackling sound?" Song Zhixun raised his eyebrows, as if he heard a strange sound.

The little white cat flicked its tail, revealing the egg that had been hidden under its body.

When Song Zhixun saw the eggs, he remembered that he gave Rui the eggs to hatch before he left. He originally thought that he would find a way to find a hen or something to hatch...

"I didn't expect you to go to battle in person?!" Song Zhixun couldn't help but want to laugh. There is something wrong with this god's brain circuit, right?No matter how bad you are, you can turn into a chicken and hatch it, right?He really wanted to hatch eggs with cats? !

There was a knocking sound in the eggshell. Song Zhixun and the little white cat got together and looked at the round egg together.