I ran away with the villain as a cub

No matter how regretful Qin Feng felt, they finally went to the bandit's lair, ransacked it, and successfully exchanged the shotgun for the cannon.

Qin Feng is worried: I always feel that the boundary between justice and evil is becoming more and more blurred.

But when he got into the comfortable carriage, he didn't have to drive anymore, because...

Because they also snatched a few bandits and asked them to drive the car for them.

The horse that pulls the cart has also changed, becoming a half-breed horse with a trace of monster blood. It looks more handsome, faster, and has better physical strength!

Qin Feng suddenly felt that it is good to be a villain.

So Song Lingyi was surprised to find that the innocent protagonist seemed... to have turned black.

He was actually eager to ask himself, when will he make another vote!

Song Lingyu was at a loss: "What are you doing?"

Qin Feng is gearing up: "Sweep away the evil!"

This is the word he learned from Song Lingxuan recently.

Song Lingyi looked into his bright eyes and felt that he was more like an evil force that needed to be wiped out.

Qin Feng's eyes showed anticipation: "The speed of this kind of green blood horse is still too slow. Brother Song knows that there is also a famous horse near this place. It is called the dragon's blood horse that treads the wind. With such a horse, I don’t know how much time I can save.”

Song Lingyou said quietly: "Do you really want to eradicate evil?"

Qin Feng plausibly said: "Naturally. But brother Song, you seem to be in poor health, and..." He glanced at the eggs in Song Ling's arms, poured his mouth, and said, "It's not easy to bring a child. "

Please don't speak in such a tone of caring for divorced women with children!

Song Lingyu smiled and said, "Brother Qin, this is a spirit beast egg."

Qin Feng rubbed his nose: "I understand, but I don't know what species Brother Song's spirit beast egg is? I have never seen such a pattern before."

Song Lingyu said: "I don't know either, I got it from the treasury."

Qin Feng suddenly felt disrespected: "Then Brother Song must be from a wealthy family!"

The corners of Song Ling's mouth stiffened slightly.

Did he remember that the protagonist's family was mentioned in the original book, which was a family that really stood at the top of the food chain. In comparison, the original owner's family wealth was nothing.

As for why the protagonist is clearly born rich and rich, but has no money in the rivers and lakes, and still follows him to rob, no, he punishes evil and promotes good, and behaves very close to the people, Song Lingyi also understands very well.

Under normal circumstances, the author's imagination is limited by poverty, and he can't write about the life of a wealthy family, so he has to make the protagonist close to the people.

He was a little surprised and a little bit happy, could it be that the spirit beast egg he caught was really awesome?

How awesome can it be?

Could it be a divine beast!

But isn't this the treatment only the protagonist has?

Originally, Song Lingyou just wanted to have a spiritual pet to make do with, but under Qin Feng's endless praise, she couldn't help raising her expectations.

Here Qin Feng was still praising his Danpin for his extraordinary appearance, but at the Song family, which was left far behind by Song Lingyi, a group of unexpected guests came.

Those few people appeared above the Song family without any warning. They were all dressed in black, with black feathers, long and hooked noses, and black feathers on their cheeks. They looked very strange.

They landed quietly in the Song family's courtyard, and one of them held something like a compass in his hand and said, "The palace master's aura ends here."

He pointed to a ruined wall with traces of fire, and said firmly: "This is caused by the burning of the real fire of Samadhi. Except for the palace master, no one can do it."

So, where did the Palace Master go?

"The bloodline induction has lost its effect. For the current plan, we have to activate the secret method."

"The secret technique can only be used once a year, if you still can't find the Palace Master, what should you do?"

The leader interrupted abruptly: "It's absolutely impossible."

So the secret method was cast.

……

After half an hour.

Several people stood in place, looking at each other.

Actually!real!did not find!

A man in black asked, "Are you still looking for it?"

The leader looked ugly: "Look for it! How can you not look for it!"

As soon as he gave an order, the men in black dispersed to inquire about the news.

At the same time, Song Lingyi in the carriage was still hugging the egg and talking about the mountains with Qin Feng, when he suddenly felt something and was startled.

Qin Feng asked: "Brother Song, what's the matter?"

Song Linghe hesitated and said, "I think it moved just now."

Qin Feng didn't understand: "Who?"

Song Lingyi showed him the spirit beast egg with both hands: "Here, that's it, I feel like it... touched me."

Qin Feng: "Really? So the spirit beast inside the spirit beast egg can move by itself?"

He was still young at this time, and he hadn't hatched a spiritual pet yet, so his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he asked Song Lingyi, "Can I touch it?"

Song Lingyi was very generous: "Of course."

So Qin Feng touched it with his hand, and his eyes became brighter: "It can really move!"

...Wait, is there something wrong with this conversation?

What is the sense of sight that the sister is pregnant and has fetal movement, and the younger sister is curious and greets the little nephew who has not yet been born!

Qin Feng touched it twice, the corners of his mouth curled up, and said: "The shell is so soft, I really can't tell why it was so fierce just now. And I always feel that when it moves, it looks a bit like..."

Song Lingyi suddenly had an ominous premonition, and hurriedly said: "Okay, don't talk!"

Qin Feng obviously didn't listen. After thinking for a moment, he clapped his hands fiercely: "Yes! When my aunt was pregnant with my younger sister, she seemed to be like this too!"

Song Ling's face turned dark.

Damn, I told you to stop talking!

He repeatedly said to himself, "This is the protagonist who cannot be offended. He is still a child, so he must be tolerant." ?”

"I'm not very clear." Qin Feng frowned slightly, guessing, "Could it be that she is about to give birth?"

...Brother, why haven't you forgotten this one yet.

Song Lingyi was about to despair, but fortunately, his egg saved him in time.

It suddenly rolled restlessly, and the quiet and beautiful patterns began to glow one after another as if electrified.

Song Lingyi was nervous for a while: "What's the matter?"

"Brother Song, don't panic." Qin Feng said, "You are its master, why not feel its wishes with your heart."

Then he made a joke to ease Song Ling's nervousness: "Brother Song looks like someone who has never raised a spiritual pet. I heard that when my mother was pregnant with me, she was also so helpless."

Song Lingxuan: "..."

Is it funny?Brother Song didn't think so.

He felt that he could no longer look directly at this beautiful egg. When he saw it, he would think of words such as "fetal movement" and "five months of pregnancy", as if the egg was born by him.

He had no choice but to close his eyes without bothering to see and caress the eggshell with one hand.

The eggshell, which was originally hard enough to knock a burly man unconscious, has become very soft at some point, as soft as his belly after the disappearance of his abdominal muscles...

Gah, sounds more like he's pregnant, okay?

Song Lingyi took a deep breath, felt it, and really felt some emotion coming out of the eggshell.

It's ignorant attachment, instinctive intimacy, and... strong desire.

Song Lingyi's heart softened for a while, and then she felt it for a while, and was startled: "It, it, it wants to drink my blood!"

Qin Feng pondered for a while: "Ah, the hatching of spiritual pets requires a lot of energy, and for them, the best supplement is the blood of the master. Brother Song, don't panic, as far as I know, it usually doesn't need much energy. It will not hurt the master at all."

Song Lingyi was silent for a while.

The problem is that he's so dizzy.

Qin Feng asked strangely: "Brother Song?"

Song Lingyi sighed inwardly, fainting of blood is obviously very rare in this different world where the jungle preys on the jungle.

At this time, the vague consciousness in the eggshell was still urging him: "To...to..."

Song Ling's head went bald, "Why don't you do it yourself?"

The consciousness inside the eggshell was also silent for a while, as if it didn't expect that there would be such an unreliable master in the world.

Song Lingyi was about to ask Qin Feng to help, when she felt a pain in her index finger, followed by warm liquid gurgling out.

The restless spirit beast egg also quieted down.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Feng thought he did it himself: "Look, isn't this good?"

……

For a long time, Song Lingyou said weakly: "I don't think I'm all right."

Didn't Qin Feng say that the spirit beast egg doesn't have a great need for blood? Why is it still sucking after so long!

Song Lingyi supported his dizzy head with the other hand, he felt that he was going to be sucked dry.

Can the protagonist be more reliable?

Seeing his pale face and sweating, Qin Feng felt that the matter was serious.Seeing that the spirit beast egg had no intention of stopping, he had no choice but to give Song Ling a blood-enriching elixir first: "Brother Song, hold on!"

Song Lingyi's spirit has improved a bit, and her heart is full of worries: "When will it be better?"

An egg needs to drink so much blood?Is it a big eater?

At this time, he heard a soft belch coming from his immature consciousness.

But his blood was still flowing into the eggshell.

Song Lingyi was silent.

After a while, he said melancholy: "Brother Qin, I might have broken the egg just now."

Qin Feng didn't understand, so: "???"

Song Lingyu had a difficult sentence: "You said that an ordinary spiritual pet, would it be possible to hate its master?"