The sound that fell into Zhao Fan's ears was like an eggshell shattering, and his hand holding the knife suddenly froze, and he exclaimed, "Not good, my egg!" ”

Even though he turned around, he was directly dumbfounded......

The dense light patterns on the surface of the purple-veined big egg have dimmed and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and cracks have emerged above the big egg, spreading in all directions.

At this moment, a fleshy thing, like a chicken wing that had lost its hair, but it was light purple, was breaking through an eggshell and sticking out, and it was swinging hard, knocking the cracked eggshell next to it loose.

"Incubation...... Hatched?! "Zhao Fan was petrified in place.

As the eggshells fell off one by one, the small things inside gradually came into his sight.

The whole body is lilac, the back is covered with soft scale armor, chubby like a small ball, there are two small wings on the back, a pair of front claws on the side are extremely pink, the two hind claws are slightly thicker, and the four claws are very short compared to the fat demon body.

There is a small tail on the back of the buttocks, and there are scales on the top, and the pointed ends are covered with purple hairs, like a pom-pom.

Not only that, it has two small horns on the top of its head, and its big cute eyes are moist and clear.

At this time, the purple secret pattern on the eggshell disappeared completely!

"Chirp ......" little things seem to be fresh to everything, and make childish sounds while watching.

It twisted its body with difficulty and looked left and right, and after seeing Zhao Fan, its big eyes lit up, and it clumsily stepped on its hind paws, but it didn't cross the height of half of the eggshell, and then it overturned, and even the eggshell fell off the table.

Its head hit the ground first, but its fat body was quite elastic, and it bounced on the ground a few times like a leather ball, and after stabilizing it, it wanted to rub its head with its front paws, but because its forearms were too short, it was more than half of the way to it.

Because the little thing couldn't rub the sore spot on its head, it was in a hurry, and as soon as its mouth opened, it sprayed a purple-gold flame.

However, it lasted for a moment, and then it lost its stamina and died down.

After a while, it was attracted by Zhao Fan in front of it again, raised its head ignorantly and looked at it for a few seconds, and then moved closer with great difficulty. But if you take one step, you have to pour it twice, and finally you just roll to his feet.

Zhao Fan looked down at the little thing on the ground with purple scales, four claws, two horns, but fat and like a ball, and wondered, what kind of demon is this?

Just be born out of the shell and be able to breathe fire!

Not only that, although the purple-gold flame was extremely short-lived, he clearly felt that a heat wave had suddenly set off here.

The power is lower than the flame of the power of the dragon yang, but the level of the flame essence is much more than I don't know!

"Chirp ......" The little thing's front paws hugged his ankles, stood up, rubbed his head against his calves, and his big eyes were full of dependence and trust.

Zhao Fan froze in place, he remembered one thing, that is, the vast majority of demon clans in the world will regard the first living thing they see when they open their eyes as their parents.

This little thing, shouldn't it be......

Zhao Fan bent down, picked it up, frowned and examined it, still not recognizable what species it was.

The little thing, with its front paws stretched out, its eyes pitiful, and a posture of begging for a hug.

"The old man's girlish heart...... Zhao Fan looked at this vigorous and cute little thing, as if a ray of sunshine shone in his heart, diluting all negative emotions.

It feels as if even a person who is sad and sad will be cheerful when he sees it.

Zhao Fan couldn't stand the coquettishness of the little thing, so he held it in his arms.

The little thing greedily took the soft little horn on the top of his head and rubbed his face, "chirping ......"

The next moment, it didn't move.

Zhao Fan thought it was dead, so he was so frightened that he lifted it up to see that its eyelids were closed, and it was breathing evenly, and it was actually asleep!

At this time, the kitchen door was pushed open, and Seventeen walked in with a large frying pan in one hand, and when she saw the scattered eggshell fragments on the table, she glared at her, "Where are the eggs?" Okay, you pig's head, take the opportunity to swallow me alone! Well......? What is the purple ball of meat you are holding in your hand? ”