Picked up cute pets are too sweet

Chapter 1 The Birth of an Egg

The world is in chaos, the people are dying, the people are in dire straits, the whole continent is soaked in bright red blood, the battlefield is full of gunpowder smoke, and the most scattered corpses are lying everywhere.

There was not a living person to be seen on the vast and boundless battlefield.

Suddenly, a little boy jumped out from nowhere. The little boy bounced and shuttled among them, his footsteps were light and nimble, he stepped over the corpse lying on the ground, his eyes were gurgling, and he looked around, as if he was looking for something.

Suddenly the little boy's eyes lit up, revealing the two dimples on his face, he clapped his little hands, let out a cry of joy, and ran forward joyfully.

I saw an inconspicuous but blood-red grass growing independently, on the battlefield where there were no living people.

The little boy squatted to watch, and stretched out his chubby little hand to touch it, but he didn't dare. He just carefully scraped away the soil around the red grass. The disgusting smell of blood was strong, and he didn't even frown. , muttering in his mouth: "Master said that the grass watered with bright red is the most delicate, untouchable, untouchable."

The surrounding soil was carefully scraped away, and the boy took out a silk handkerchief from his arms to wrap the blood grass carefully.The task was completed, the little boy stood up happily, and was about to leave when he saw another strange thing in the corner of his eyes.

He leaned over curiously, and after looking at it for a while, it turned out to be a strange-looking egg, especially round.

"Huh!" The boy felt more and more strange, he had never seen such a small egg, and it was still red.

He walked over, driven by curiosity, he squatted down again, stretched out a finger to poke on the egg, the egg just shook twice, he wanted to poke again, suddenly, the egg bounced off the ground and hit the egg hard. on the boy's forehead.

The boy sat down on the ground, dazed by the blow.

The vast world is full of red and dark. A man in white stands on the top of the world of mortals. His clothes are not stained with dust and ashes. There is a lingering charm between his brows and his thin lips. He sees the desolation of the world. , such a turbid place cannot conceal his own elegance.

"Master, Master." The little boy ran towards the man chattering from a distance, barely touching the ground, flew down in front of the man in white, and shouted again impatiently.

"What made you so flustered?" The man sighed vaguely, "Could it be that you messed up what you were doing?"

Because the little boy was running too fast, he gasped heavily and his breath was unsteady, "It's not Master...it's that, that..." The boy stretched out his hand as if offering a treasure, and what he was holding in his hand was the "revengeful heart". "The red egg.

The man glanced at it, and a smile appeared in his eyes, "Blood really is the most nourishing, could it be that some kind of spiritual creature was raised."

The little boy's forehead was still red from being smashed, he pouted his mouth, his big eyes twinkled, "Master, do you know what's inside, I just couldn't get it open no matter what I did."

The man smiled and stretched out his hand to Dan, who shrank back as if psychically. This action made the little boy laugh out loud, and said mockingly, "It turns out that he is also a bullying master, and you just hit me back."

Before the voice disappeared, the egg bounced from the boy's hand again, hitting the left half of his face.

"You..." The little boy covered his face with tears, and reached out to grab the egg.

(End of this chapter)