Chapter 783 Do You Call This Thing A Mythical Beast?
Chapter 783 Do you call this thing the eternal beast?
The little milk beast in front of Chu Yue was round and round, with extremely short claws, making it extremely difficult to walk.
Behind the little milk beast, nine furry tails stood erect.
A pair of pink cat ears twitched slightly.
The red-gold eyes, like blue sun, looked at Chu Yue with tears in their eyes.
The little milk beast staggered and fell down again. Its tail, which was larger than its body, trembled.
The corner of Chu Yue's mouth twitched slightly, and she looked at the little milk bag messily in the wind, quite speechless.
After a moment, she stretched out her hand, grabbed the back of the little milk beast's neck with two long fingers, and lifted it up easily.
Chu Yue shook it a few times, shaking the little milk beast until stars appeared in his eyes and he was dizzy.
Chu Yue lazily raised her eyes and looked at the confused Rag Bu with a half-smile, "You call this thing the Eternal Divine Beast?"
Xuanyuan Xiu was also amazed: "How can such a big egg hatch out such a pig, a pig, or a cat? It's not enough to fill the gap between your teeth, right?"
"If you sell it, how much would it be worth?" Chu Yueshi asked calmly.
rag:"......"
He now seriously doubted that if he hadn't looked so unrefined, he would have been sold out.
"Maybe it's still in its infancy. Just wait until it reaches adulthood." Ragbu explained forcefully.
Chu Yue grinned and said solemnly, "The infancy stage of the eternal beast, the first stage alone, takes three thousand years to incubate. Who do you think will die faster, me or it?"
rag:"......"
"I heard there's a lot to eat."
Xuanyuan Xiu made a quick stab, "I guess before I can get my money back, I'll be devoured and bankrupted."
Chu Yue thought about it carefully and decided that it would be better to sell it.
An idea flashed in Ragpo's mind, and he hurriedly said: "This beast is the transformation of the clan emblem, the Shennong clan emblem. It can devour evil things. It can also feed on the evil spirit."
Chu Yue looked at the little milk beast in her hand, her eyes flashing slightly, and she fell into deep thought.
Ragbu said again: "You sign a contract with it, but if you eat evil energy, the evil atmosphere may damage your martial body."
The corners of Chu Yue's lips slightly raised, she smiled lightly, flicked the little guy's head, and murmured in a low voice: "No one wants it anyway, so why not just keep it."
Xuanyuan Xiu looked at Chu Yue, then at Rag Bu, and said teasingly: "See, women are fickle."
"Brother Xuanyuan's words make sense." Ragbu agreed.
Chu Yue's face turned slightly dark, and she glanced over with a stern gaze. Xuanyuan Xiu and Rag Bu suddenly fell into silence and remained silent.
"Mother..."
The little milk beast seemed to have noticed that Chu Yue no longer rejected it, and danced happily, vigorously kicking its claws and climbing up Chu Yue's arm.
She got into Chu Yue's clothes, found a comfortable position, curled up together and fell asleep.
The corners of Chu Yue's mouth twitched again.
This guy really doesn't regard himself as an outsider.
At this moment, in the private seats of the Guiyue Palace auction house, in addition to Mu Fu and his son, Yan Nanji, Leng Qingshuang and others came back one after another.
Chu Yue carried the little milk beast in her arms and came to the red light group that was full of admiration for Qinghuang's ray of consciousness.
Threads of blood mist spread all around. Chu Yue looked at the looming figure in the light, but her heart trembled violently.
Through the fog and light, Chu Yue saw that figure with its eyes closed tightly, its grace and restraint restrained, a bit more energetic than the appearance of frost condensing in the ice coffin.
The rag fell beside Chu Yue, and they looked at the red light together.
"Looking at her state of consciousness, it doesn't look like she was separated on her own, but rather like her consciousness was incomplete due to being stripped away." Ragbu said.
"What do you mean by this?"
Chu Yue's eyebrows were stained with doubts.
"The consciousness that is independently separated is the consciousness and force that the warrior voluntarily stores."
Rag's voice was calm: "As for the latter, someone was forcibly smashed with a soul-quenching hammer, causing the complete consciousness to be fragmented and wander around. Now it seems that your mother does belong to the latter. She has suffered, even more
Horrible devastation!"
Chu Yue's eyes suddenly tightened, and her limbs seemed to have waves of coldness coming out of nowhere, rushing straight towards her Tianling Cap in an instant.
So much so that my mind is buzzing and going blank, making it difficult to think independently.
She would like to think that the pain of her flesh and bones and the broken bones and needles she knows are the catastrophe of Mu Qinghuang's life.
But she never thought that before that, Mu Qinghuang's consciousness was cruelly shattered.
She didn't understand how Mu Qinghuang persisted in this life of hardships and ups and downs, and never even gave up his desire to survive.
And Mu Qinghuang should have been a majestic genius!
Under Chu Yue's sleeves, her hands were clenched into fists, and there seemed to be slender blue-gray tendons on the back of her hands, which were gradually bulging with anger.
The overwhelming anger was boiling inside his chest.
The little milk beast sleeping in the lapel felt Chu Yue's change in mood and opened its golden eyes.
"Mom, be happy..."
It babbling, anxiously trying to calm Chu Yue's mood.