Tomb robber: Tuantuan, I am a national treasure!

The egg in Jinnian's hand had an increasingly curved top and looked particularly excited, wanting to break out of the shell.

"Well!"

Yin Xinyue was behind him, her throat was scratched red, and she finally managed to make a sound with difficulty.

Jinnian was stunned, a familiar voice exploded in his mind. He turned around immediately, and when he saw the painful expression on Yin Xinyue's face, he let go.

The white and tender egg on top was ruthlessly thrown into the coffin. Fortunately, there were many eggs underneath, and its skin was thick enough, so the things inside had not been broken for such a long time.

In fact, for a normal egg, no matter what kind of egg it is, it is indeed difficult to break the shell from the inside, but it is very fragile from the outside. This directly goes against common sense and it is not easy to break from both sides.

There was no sign of bewitching in Jinnian's eyes. He looked anxiously at Yin Xinyue, who was slumped against the wall. He felt so distressed when he saw the red marks on her neck. These were all caused by her own scratching with her fingernails. She was in so much pain just now that she almost couldn't breathe.

The big eyeballs behind him flapped their wings silently and flew to Jinnian's shoulders since Yin Xinyue spoke, with innocence in their big eyes.

The bloodshot eyes were hidden early on, and even the swollen meridians around them were buried deeper to make herself look pretty, hoping to gain Jinnian's love.

Well, it just happened to fail with Yin Xinyue. Its beautiful owner obviously cared about her very much, which made it difficult for him to do it.

Well, I didn't control the strength well when I attacked just now, and I used too much force, which also caused Yin Xinyue to resist.

Big Eyes didn't feel guilty at all. While Jinnian was looking at Yin Xinyue, he stared at Yin Xinyue silently and threatened her. He then tried various ways to get close to Jinnian, such as rubbing her soft cheek or touching her sensitive neck with his wings. He also paid attention not to use his eyeballs to get close because Jinnian didn't like it.

It was because of its behavior, so open and aboveboard, that Jinnian didn't think it was it who did it at first.

Jinnian gently rubbed Yin Xinyue's wrist which was blue from being hit, but she didn't dare to touch her neck. However, Yin Xinyue was unusually tough and rubbed her neck herself.

Jinnian thought there was something else, but this was not an illusion, after all, Yin Xinyue was badly injured.

He helped the person to sit down, then stood up and stared outside for a while. Worried, he poked a hole in the window paper with his finger and stared outside for a while.

After confirming that there was nothing, Jinnian moved over, pursed his lips, and looked a little unhappy.

Jinnian suddenly remembered the eggs that he had just forgotten about, and his handsome eyebrows frowned. After seeing that Yin Xinyue was fine, he quickly walked to the coffin and remembered that something was wrong with him just now.

Although he knew that something was wrong with him just now, he was still a little worried. After all, the other party could be considered a cub, and he didn't know what was inside. If it was a pest, then it would be best if it died. If not, wouldn't he be killing the cub in disguise?

That is a serious sin.

Perhaps because his own birth was not easy and it took so long for the cubs to hatch, Jinnian has a genuine love and care for the cubs. Of course, he doesn't like all of them.

Jinnian leaned over and saw that the egg that had just fallen into the coffin was standing there intact, second only to the first person and above all other eggs.

After warning Yin Xinyue, the butterfly behind him quietly attached itself to Jinnian's shoulder. Jinnian was already used to this and didn't take it too seriously.

Then, those big eyes became bolder, kissing and touching each other non-stop, as if to make up for all the time that had been missed.

Jinnian was too lazy to pay attention to it and gently pinched its wings. The big-eyed creature then behaved itself and didn’t dare to touch him so blatantly.

The egg lay there quietly, and it was hard to tell what kind of egg it was. If you ignored the rotten wooden boards around it, it looked like a piece of art. Its appearance was pure white, delicate and smooth, like a jade that had just been polished, exuding a soft luster.

From a distance, it seems to be a perfect sphere without a single blemish. But when you get closer and take a closer look, you will find that its surface actually has extremely fine textures, like ice cracks on fine porcelain, with light flickering through it. Perhaps it sensed Jinnian's approach and flashed even more happily.

In comparison, the egg underneath it was not as vital. It looked half-dead and as white as cement. It was completely incomparable to the egg that Jinnian held up, which was emitting a pure white light.

The top of the egg was still white and tender. Jinnian looked at it for a few more times and felt that it was tempting her. She couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it to feel its silky smoothness.

After realizing his thoughts, Jinnian squinted his eyes and looked at the egg carefully, then came to his senses. Although he was full of curiosity, he still didn't dare to touch it.

The eggs always emit a faint fragrance.

Jinnian thought to himself: It smells good, but can it be as good as him?

But Jinnian didn't touch it, and it seemed a little unhappy. The egg began to shake its body, swaying gently back and forth, as if a spoiled child was expressing its dissatisfaction. If the egg could speak, it would probably have whined by now.

Jinnian watched it twisting non-stop. Although he felt a little touched, he still resisted the urge to touch it. As Jinnian remained indifferent, the egg jumped even more violently, as if it was eager to break through the membrane and hatch out of the shell.

Just when Jinnian was about to turn around, the eggs inside finally became anxious.

There was a slight "puff" sound, and the outer shell at the top, which looked more like a mucous membrane, was broken. In an instant, thick white liquid slowly seeped out from the broken hole, mixed with sticky red liquid.

That scene was more or less a bit disturbing. The white liquid was like thick yogurt, flowing slowly, while the red liquid was like bright blood. The two were intertwined together, forming a weird and alluring picture.

After the egg broke, Jinnian didn't feel seduced anymore. Just as she was about to turn her head, she saw a small thing coming out from the red and white liquid.

Jinnian was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the butterfly on his shoulder and said in a daze: "Your cub?"

The thing that came out of the shell cannot be said to be similar, but it looks exactly like the butterfly on Jinnian's shoulder.

From the ice-blue wings to the big blood-red eyes in front, they look exactly like they were carved from the same mold.

Before this, Jinnian always thought it would turn into something like a small snake, so how come it turned into this?

Wings are still wings. Although he likes them, Jinnian can't help but wonder if he will also grow wings in the future.

The hatched little creatures looked soft and squishy, ​​with milky white mucus and red liquid from their shells still stuck on their bodies, which had not yet been completely absorbed.

It's a mess stuck to my body, and it's indeed not as beautiful as the big eyes in Jinnian's hands.

At least the other party is clean and knows how to clean himself up.

After seeing it clearly, Jinnian didn't hesitate at all. He sneered, picked up the lid on the ground, and put it back on without mercy.

If it was the white egg just now, he might hesitate for a moment, but after it hatched, he would not even want to see it. Isn’t it enough to have one by his side?

Will you be satisfied only if he is surrounded by a bunch of wings and eyeballs?

.......................

How could he have the mood to look at the coffin behind him?

He originally thought that it was an illusion that wanted him to see something, maybe some kind of thing or force was giving him a hint. After all, when he was in Baoxing before, there were always things coming to him.

Although Da Tuantuan always disliked the other party and seemed a little resistant, Jinnian would gain something from every communication.

Let him know where he cannot go in the forest, where there are vicious bad guys, and where he can go, where there are sweet fruits. Over time, Jinnian accepted it well.

Ever since he came out, those things have never taken the initiative to look for him. After going down the mine, he felt that the surroundings were a little strange. He also felt a little strange. Jinnian was originally very happy, maybe they were looking for him.

Seeing these things in the coffin, Jinnian felt strange. He had never seen such larvae and eggs in Baoxing. Other butterfly wings were much more beautiful than big eyeballs. He had only seen this thing in the mine.

The only thing I brought out of the mine was the big-eyed boy next to me...

Jinnian's usually cute face full of smiles was rarely expressionless. Her slender fingers did not reach out for the wings, but instead accurately gripped both sides of Big Eyes, its lifeline.

"What are you hiding from me?"

"I do not like you anymore."

Its big red eyes were filled with human-like pleas for mercy. Rather than having its lifeline strangled, it was more afraid that Jinnian would ignore it and no longer like it.

Jinnian's handsome face was full of indifference, as if he was looking at something that had nothing to do with him.

The guest room and the coffin were fake, and they didn't match what he remembered. He suspected that the things inside were also the work of Big Eyes.

Jinnian could vaguely feel the subtle connection between himself and Big Eyes. Perhaps Big Eyes had read his memory?

He couldn't explain it clearly, otherwise, why would there be the wooden box in his memory?

"Hoohoo!"

The storm in the room suddenly roared, the sound was like the roar of an angry beast, and the wind was raging. If Jinnian hadn't known that it was a scare tactic, he would have been scared to find a place to hide.

In addition to the coffins, there were also some small, rotten and broken wooden boards that were caught in the mix. Those boards were spinning wildly above the two men's heads like a spinning top that had lost control.

Some of them have jagged edges, as if they were riddled with holes due to erosion by time, while others still have some mottled colors left on them, as if some of them came from the lid that Jinnian took off from the first coffin, and some of them came from the second coffin (the second coffin was so rotten that it was about to collapse), and the others were blown out from who knows where.

Jinnian had just touched those wooden boards, and at this moment, he couldn't tell whether they were real or fake.

The strong wind was howling past, and the window hinges were vibrating violently, making a creaking sound, as if they were about to fall down at any time. The window frames were swaying in the wind, and the window paper was also vibrating and buzzing, as if it would break into countless pieces in the next second.

Everything in the room became shaky and crumbling under the ravages of the storm, and it felt quite oppressive. If someone who didn't know the situation came here, they would have been lost long ago.

Fortunately, there was no furniture around, not even a table or chairs, otherwise, if the wind blew up together, it would be even more terrifying.

Yin Xinyue looked at this horrifying scene. Her face, which had been flushed with blood because she almost suffocated, was now completely pale. She looked a little depressed, her hair was already messy, and there was some dust on her face. She no longer looked like the young lady she was when she was eating.

The veins on Yin Xinyue's forehead bulged like a winding little snake, her eyes were wide open, and her originally clear pupils gradually became a little confused. Water vapor gradually floated up, making her eyes even more moist.

She subconsciously wanted to hold her breath, as if this could help her avoid the storm. However, when she thought of the pain in her throat just now, she unconsciously wanted to dig at her neck. Her eyes gradually became lost, her fingers trembled slightly, and slowly reached towards her throat, as if looking for relief.