Seeing the indifference in her eyes, the old man Sumeru heard that Yuan Ling's power was not greedy and happy, but was vigilant and calm, and couldn't help but feel more and more relieved: "I'm about to dissipate, Xiaoyou of Suxi, you must remember." Until you have enough strength, you can't let anyone know about the existence of the Yuan Spirit. Otherwise, it will not only be a disaster for you, but also a monstrous disaster for the greedy Terrans. Don't forget! ”

As soon as the words fell, the already faint figure slowly dissipated, turned into a little silver light, and disappeared into the empty room.

"Wait a minute! What secrets does the Yuan Spirit contain? ”

Why can't anyone know about the existence of the Yuan Spirit? The old man of Sumeru didn't even say that he must keep it secret when he mentioned the power of the space, which shows the special and powerful spirit of the Yuan Spirit.

"What the hell are you trying to make me do with this?"

However, all that responded to her was the echo of emptiness, and the cries of the giant egg.

"Old man Sumeru is gone, woo...... Mother, the baby can feel that the old man Sumeru will never come back......"

Su Xi was about to ask, when he suddenly felt a slight tingling pain in his brain.

Immediately, she felt that her connection to the space had suddenly increased, and even standing in this room, she could clearly feel what was happening in every inch of the space and beyond.

Suxi was shocked for a while before she came to her senses, she touched the sad giant egg that was crying, sighed and said, "Okay, don't cry, people will always have life and death." You are an egg, why are you still so sentimental? ”

The giant egg stopped crying when she touched it, but protested loudly, "The baby is not called the giant egg, the giant egg is not good at all." ”

Suxi black line, you still know whether the name is good or not, "Then what do you want to call?" ”

The voice of the giant egg was full of ignorance and expectation: "That...... I don't know what to call it. But shouldn't my mother help me choose a name? ”

The soft and glutinous voice was both well-behaved and shy, and Su Xi seemed to see a round child with a twisted demeanor who was grinding the corners of her clothes, looking at her with an earnest face.

Su Xi was amused by his imagination, and couldn't help but joke: "Well, since you don't like the name Dome, why don't you call it Dandan, round, rolling?" ”

"The mother is bad, the baby is not round at all, the baby doesn't have such an ugly name, woo woo woo ......"

The giant egg cried even more sadly, and Suxi couldn't cry or laugh, so he could only compromise in the end: "Okay, then I'll think about it again, before I think about it, call your nickname Dandan, so it's always okay, right?" ”

Dandan had no choice, so he could only agree aggrievedly, and at the end of the day, he had to remind Suxi: "Mother must hurry up and name the baby!" ”

Suxi held his forehead: "Can you not call me mother?" "God knows that she is only sixteen years old in this life, and she is still a young and beautiful girl, how can she be someone else's mother for some reason? What's more, it's still the mother of an egg.

"But you're obviously a mother?" Dandan's voice was shocked and sad, and he cried a hundred times more tragically than just now, "Mother, don't you want me anymore, woo woo...... Where the baby is not doing well, it can be changed! ”

The corners of Suxi's forehead were bruised, and his head hurt from crying, and finally he had to break the jar: "Okay, okay, don't cry." When I said I don't want you anymore, you can call if you like! ”