The sound of shattering was particularly prominent in the silent night, although it was not very loud, but Ge Dazhuang still heard it.

"What's the sound?" Ge Dazhuang, who couldn't fall asleep on the bed, muttered to himself.

He rolled out of bed and searched the room.

Ge Dazhuang felt that the voice was very close to him, and it seemed to come from under the bed. He fell prostrate on the ground and lifted the sheets that were about to fall to the ground—they were so dark under the bed that he couldn't see anything clearly.

Ge Dazhuang was a little disappointed, and he climbed back into the bed, wondering if he had heard it wrong. But in a few seconds, the voice appeared again—under Ge Dazhuang's bed, this time it couldn't be clearer.

Ge Dazhuang was a little scared in his heart, he lay on the bed and didn't dare to move, hesitating whether he should call his mother. However, he suddenly remembered his good friends, who were always so brave that they dared to try anything.

Ge Dazhuang clenched his fists, and while cheering himself up, he got up lightly and slowly.

He opened the bedside table, took out a flashlight from it, pressed it twice, and a beam of yellow light rushed to his face.

"Okay, come on, let me see what the hell you are!" Ge Dazhuang took a deep breath, quickly lay down, pulled open the sheet with one hand, and threw the yellow beam of light into it with the other.

At the end of the light, there was a small thing standing—it didn't move at first, and it looked like a resin ornament no bigger than a palm.

However, it didn't take long for Ge Dazhuang to know that he had misjudged. Because that "thing" actually opened its eyes! The little "thing" actually had a pair of moon-like eyes—big and round, as if it wanted to see through Ge Dazhuang.

What's even more terrifying is that it actually moves!

In Ge Dazhuang's astonishment, the thing ran out quickly, facing the light of the flashlight, and ran until it stopped in front of Ge Dazhuang.

Ge Dazhuang panicked, dropped the flashlight, and the light shifted its position and floated to the other side.

At this time, Ge Dazhuang fixed his eyes and saw that there was still a lump of things on the ground. He climbed in with the courage to touch the translucent mass of crystal clay and crawled out again.

Ge Dazhuang's hand was sticky from what he touched, and he shook it off very uncomfortably.

"What's that?" Ge Dazhuang muttered with a sad face: "It's the same as snot, it's disgusting to death." ”

But when he threw away the soft and sticky thing, Ge Dazhuang made a new discovery - that thing was painted with a long tasseled spear, which was red, and a few words were written on it - it didn't matter what was written, the important thing was that those words were written by Ge Dazhuang himself, and the red tassel gun was also drawn by Ge Dazhuang.

It dawned on him and he shouted, "Oh! It's you! You're the Great Orb! ”

The "thing" was still standing in place, not aggressive, very ignorant.

"So you're an egg!" Ge Dazhuang was stunned, he stared at it for a long, long time, and he thought that he could finally describe it:

Its body is only five centimeters tall, with a yellow belly and a blue back. It has hands, feet, and a tail. Ge Dazhuang tilted his head to observe it, its head was the largest, so that it could not stand steadily, as if it would fall headlong at any moment.

As he thought so, it fell, its tail and legs fluttering in the air.

Pity overcame fear, and Ge Dazhuang approached it, carefully picking it up and placing it on the white, soft wool carpet.

"Oops!" Ge Dazhuang looked at the two small meat buns on top of its head, and said distressedly, "I'm sorry for letting you fall." ”