62. The beautiful man with no clothes on in the ice coffin (2)
Xiaobao responded vaguely and continued to sleep soundly.
The most shameful thing is that the spirit beast egg doesn't bother Xiaobao, but insists on pestering her.
Instead of dusting her belly, I dusted her little face from time to time. In the end, I simply rolled them together and refused to leave.
"Tell me, how are you going to let me go?" Murong Wan stood up helplessly and looked at the spirit beast egg.
The spirit beast egg flew in the air, spun twice, and then suddenly accelerated its rotation. There was a loud "bang" sound, and the spirit beast egg flew out of the room.[
"Xiaobao, wake up, something big happened. Your spirit beast egg ran away from home..." Murong Wan hurriedly picked up Xiaobao and chased the spirit beast egg out of the room.
They saw a broken eggshell in front of the farewell house. When Murong Wan and her son saw this, the remaining sleepiness disappeared without a trace.
They looked at each other and walked forward cautiously, only to see a small thing hiding behind the most dazzling and gorgeous colored flowers that Murong Wan had dug home.
The two mother and son had just gotten closer, but before they were mentally prepared, a little head suddenly appeared in front of them, frightening the two little guys to the ground at the same time.
Murong Wan gently caressed her violently beating chest. Xiao Bao was also frightened and glared at the little thing.
But it was a little strange-looking animal. It had a small head, a big body, a long tail, and smart eyes. He came closer to Murong Wan, sniffed her little face, and then gave her a look of disdain. After that
, and jumped directly into Xiaobao's arms.
"What the hell is this?" Murong Wan came closer and found that there were actually eight small heads growing around the little spirit beast's head, and she was dumbfounded.
Of course, Xiaobao saw it clearly. He was so frightened that he threw the little spirit beast far away. He looked at Murong Wan with accusing eyes: "My mother said this is a good spirit beast, and she also said it is a mythical beast!"
Murong Wan was a little short of breath. She seemed to have said this, but she didn't expect that the spirit beast egg would hatch into such a weird little guy.
This time, the possibility of a divine beast is almost zero.
"It's purely a mistake. It doesn't matter. He just looks a little weird. That's what you kid said. You can't judge things by their appearance, and you can't judge people by their appearance. Of course, you can't judge an animal by its appearance, right?" Murong Wan replied with a dry smile,
Take what Xiaobao taught her and apply it now.
Murong Xiaobao was speechless for a moment and couldn't find the words to refute. At that moment, he became angry: "This is not my mother's spirit beast. Of course my mother said so!"
"Look, the child who used to be such a well-behaved child started to disobey your mother as soon as he was a little older. My life is so miserable." Murong Wan grimaced, and her small facial features became tangled.
When Xiaobao saw this, he felt very distressed. He forgot that he was angry at the moment and hurriedly stepped forward to comfort his mother and said: "I didn't repent to my mother, I just reasoned with her. Okay, okay, I don't dislike him anymore."
Come on. Mom, please be responsible for choosing a name for him. It shouldn’t be too unpleasant.”
Xiaobao looked at the nine-headed monster with resentful eyes, wishing that he could turn back time and not listen to his mother and choose this strange spiritual beast.
Murong Wan didn't dare to look at the spiritual beast. After thinking about it, she smiled and said, "Let's call it crawling."
"Mother..." Murong Xiaobao struggled again and looked at Murong Wan with angry eyes.
When a certain spirit beast sitting far away and picking its nostrils heard this name, its reaction was even greater than that of Murong Xiaobao. He instantly arrived in front of Murong Wan, straightened the little girl's face, and said word by word: "My name is not crawling.
