What kind of production made Yuan Qinqin a little nervous, she couldn't communicate with the senior, she could only listen unilaterally, and couldn't help muttering. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

She is a yellow flower old girl, and a little poor x experience has been accumulated from small movies and various film and television works in the island country, what kind of production to talk to her!

And speaking of which, the bolo fruit is connected to her navel, and I have never heard of a woman who gives birth to a baby from her navel, which only exists in the lies of the parents, similar to the kind that the child picks up from the garbage can.

So whether you want to die or not, it's still two words.

The black-clothed people around him one after another, as the Boluo fruit landed, they all died, Yuan Qinqin quietly snooped, only to see that there were two Boluo fruits left within the range of what he could see on the tree, and the other one was the color of iron blue, and he didn't know what the little monster inside looked like.

Baili Bear has been making a fuss here, and has called out the names of many strange beasts one after another: Garuda Goldfinch Bird, Chaos Beast, Bai Zelu, Dream Mushroom Niang Worm...... There are all kinds of beauty, ugliness.

After these little monsters landed, they were ignorant, and many of them would go to see the person who had worked hard to hatch them, but they could only be disappointed.

Yuan Qinqin was nervous in her heart, the little monster in the Boluo fruit seemed to feel her nervousness, and there was a reassuring temperature in the lifeline of the Boluo, followed by a worried will.

Yuan Qinqin was stunned and replied, "I'm fine." She was so awkward, the little monster seemed to really think of her as a mother, and since she was conscious, she had been like a child who didn't know anything about the world, and her heart was full of admiration.

Not to mention anything else, let's just say that in the past two days, when Yuan Qinqin is hungry at mealtime, it will transport the sap of the Futu tree to her stomach, and the absorption that was originally morning and evening in the morning and dusk has also been cut off.

Yuan Qinqin even felt that perhaps it was because she felt that she was unwilling to send nutrients to it that she rejected such a connection.

Originally, it ripened earlier than other fruits, but because it did not absorb enough nutrients to break out of the cocoon, it did not fall to the ground.

Yuan Qinqin was very entangled in her heart: This is a little monster!

The young-toothed hairless chicken in the Boluo fruit felt her entanglement, dragged its head out of its small wings, and slowly opened its eyes through the thick fetal membranes.

The little monster's ugly eyelids slowly raised, and Yuan Qinqin looked at each other, and the ignorant and pure eyes opened widely, full of grievances, and seemed to be strongly saying: A-Niang, why don't you like me? Why don't you want me?

Yuan Qinqin was stared at by this look for a while: Who called you a little monster!

The little monster in the Boluo fruit lowered his eyes sadly, and Yuan Qinqin felt a soft will from the lifeline of Boluo: A-Niang doesn't like me to come out, so I won't come out.

It glanced at Yuan Qinqin reluctantly, as if it had made a decision, and closed its eyes, Yuan Qinqin only felt that the other heartbeat that had been beating with her heartbeat for many days suddenly stopped, and Bo Luoguo was quiet, as if there had never been any movement.

Knock, the heartbeat became extremely loud in Yuan Qinqin's ears, she knew what she knew, this little monster seemed to have chosen to kill herself, she didn't have to be immersed in the entanglement of giving birth to a freak.

But she suddenly became uncomfortable.

She could hardly resist the natural sense of loss, as if she had lost something important and just wanted to take a big breath.

Yuan Qinqin saw that the large intestine of the pig that he hated to death began to show a blue-gray color, the pipe that was originally active between the two was cold, the epidermis of Bo Luoguo began to dry and shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the little monster inside unconsciously opened its pink mouth and twitched twice uncomfortably.

"That one is no longer good, so take it off." Naturally, the guards noticed the situation here, and someone approached, as if they were holding something long in their hands, dragging them on the ground and sneering.

Someone said to the person who was dragging the pole from afar: "This stubble of Boluo fruit can also be regarded as a bumper harvest, there have been a hundred and ten harvests over there, and it doesn't matter how many are broken, just be proper, don't damage the fetal beast inside, this is a rare medicinal material after the tree." ”

Medicine.......

Yuan Qinqin's upper and lower teeth trembled: Such a spiritual little thing is about to be put into medicine, but if you want to save it, isn't it equivalent to giving birth to a monster child? She can't accept this as a human being!

The man with the pole had already stretched out his long pole, and he was very careful, and there was another man beside him, who stretched out a large net to go over.

The long pole is not a long pole, but a long pair of scissors that can be controlled at the handle, and by pressing the spring, the large silver scissors at the top can cut the bolo fruit from the fruit stalk and then fall into the net pocket of the man below, which can really preserve the bolo fruit intact.

Yuan Qinqin's nose was drenched in cold sweat, and the lifeline of Boluo, who had lost the support of her vitality, froze her lower abdomen, it seemed that at this moment she really felt that this guy was also really alive, she was wrong, she shouldn't have bothered about the question of whether a monster was a monster or not.

This little guy is kind by nature, how can there be so many entanglements in one life.

"Don't!" Yuan Qinqin stood up violently, and at the moment of figuring it out, the Boluo lifeline that had lost its temperature began to warm up instantly, the little monster's Boluo fruit was nourished, the wrinkled skin lines gradually smoothed out, and the things inside seemed to finally get air, and his expression was much soothed.

"Ahh The two guards who were standing beside her were startled, the slime on the ground was still not easy to dry after being cleaned, these two were frightened and slipped in three steps, both of them fell, and the big scissors that had pressed the machine spring lost their heads and fell to the ground, and the net pocket was miserable, and they fell into the gap and couldn't pick it up.

Yuan Qinqin said silently: I didn't forbid you to live, no matter what you are, don't let other people's will decide your life and death.

When the little monster heard this, he turned his little head softly, and his big eyes were innocent and soft: A-Niang, what is other people's will, what is life and death? I do not quite understand. A-Niang is unhappy, I don't want A-Niang to be unhappy.

The guards had already gathered around, wanting to come up and knock Yuan Qinqin down, but at this time, someone behind him shouted: "Stop it!" ”

Yuan Qinqin didn't seem to know the tense situation around her, but when she was told by this little monster, her heart suddenly warmed up, and she thought about it: This guy, shouldn't it be a girl? Oh my God, is she a child now?

"You're awake, sir." Yuan Qinqin turned her head to see that the other party was wearing a hideous mask on her face, she was startled, but she didn't expect that the other party's exposed eyes were also full of surprise and fright, and she took a step back.

Yuan Qinqin opened her mouth and asked, "What kind of place is this, and who are you?"

The sound of the exit frightened herself, which was like a human voice, ghostly and ghostly, and a voice like a broken flute that leaked the wind.

(To be continued.) )