What the hell am I pregnant with? [Interstellar]

The remaining little ginseng played alone for a while.

But he felt bored while playing, so he found a soil that smelled like his father, dug a hole, and buried himself in it.

Daddy said it was great being in the pit.

The little ginseng is half in the soil and half on top. He propped his chin with his hands, but he didn't feel comfortable in the soil.

After holding back for a while, he really couldn't hold back, and stretched out his hand to scratch a few times to see what was on him.

Pulling the soil away, the little ginseng pulled out a wriggling soft worm from the soil.

The soft worm was constantly writhing in its claws. He leaned forward and sniffed it, and immediately retracted his head and stuck out the tip of his tongue. It smelled earthy and didn't smell good at all.

With a flick of the paw, the soft bug was thrown away.

With his hands on the back of his head, he lay on his back and sang.

"Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff ~"

Not a word is in the tone, the '噗' is extremely unpleasant, the voice is sonorous and loud, but the little ginseng still thinks he is extraordinarily talented, and plans to sing it a few more times to get familiar with it, and then show it to dad.

The little ginseng sang happily.

Someone... no, it's not fun to have animals.

The soft worm that was thrown out twisted its body, its body twisted extremely, as if it was suffering some kind of torture, it quickly moved to the side of the little ginseng, opened its mouth impatiently and bit down.

The little ginseng jumped out of the soil in pain.

But the soft worm that ate ginseng meat unintentionally remained motionless, as if dead.

The little ginseng that was bouncing around in pain didn't notice, his attention was only on his arm, which had been bitten by a small cut, and was still retaining ginseng juice.

The little ginseng wanted to cry, but he couldn't bear the ginseng juice, so he lowered his head and sucked the ginseng juice that flowed out while crying a few times.

At the other two ends of the mountain, the young couple who were playing immediately changed their faces and ran towards their children when they heard the crying, and Mao Ci, who was still sleeping, opened his eyes instantly, and disappeared with a single movement of his heart.

Almost at the same time, they came to Little Ginseng together.

Just watching the little ginseng lower its head and suck the juice flowing out of its arm.

Tong Xiao's faces twitched at the same time.

To put it another way, the scene they are seeing now is equivalent to someone being injured and bleeding, and they simply drank it themselves in order not to waste blood.

Some horror.

Dewar stepped forward and squatted halfway. He was a little speechless about his son's character of not being wasted, but he still felt distressed.

This is the first time the little guy got hurt.

His medicine was applied to the wound of the little ginseng, and the ginseng juice did not remain on the wound, but the bitten place could still be clearly seen. Dewar's eyesight is good, and he always felt that he could see the little ginseng in the wound. teeth imprints.

He said, "What did you get bitten by?"

Don't blame him for being curious. Although the little guy is small, he may be quite resistant.

No matter where they are having fun, no one can hurt him.

This was the first time he was injured.

"Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff." Little Ginseng's teary eyes were blurred, while he was talking about his pain, he also yelled that the ginseng juice he was drinking was delicious, and he felt that there was a fourth kind added to his recipe.

Tong Xiao raised his eyebrows, ginseng juice is really so delicious?

Dewar: ...

Mats: ...

It's really worthy of being two fathers and sons, both of them have the same virtue.

A virtuous Tong Xiao squatted halfway, and he asked with doubts: "Who bit our little ginseng? You have to bite it back."

The little ginseng sniffed his nose, and his eye sockets were still moist, he nodded heavily: "Puff puff puff."

Hearing father is right, you have to bite back!

Mao Ci stuck a slender thing with a branch, with a smile on his face: "Are you sure you want to bite it back?"

The soft bug didn't know whether it was dead or alive, it hung limply on the branch, its black and slippery body was still covered with some mud, it was ugly and tight.

Tong Xiao, who was still baring his teeth, looked at it, and suddenly felt a little bit hesitant to speak.

He scratched his head, suddenly he was glad that he was not allowed to bite, as for whether to bite the little ginseng, it was up to his own plan.

Little Ginseng grimaced bitterly, but he couldn't help but say, "Puff."

It's smelly and ugly, not to mention biting it and just thinking about it will make you feel sick. Little Ginseng thinks that you shouldn't imagine that picture, so as to save him from spitting out the ginseng juice he sucked earlier.

"Little ginseng is still young, so I won't talk about it. Tong Xiao, you are so old, don't you see any tricks?" Mao Ci hated iron for nothing, and once again felt that Tong Xiao's 800 years of life were in vain. The small soft thing hanging on the branch was handed to him, and he said in a deep voice, "Look carefully."

Tong Xiao looked around, but couldn't find anything.

He quietly set his sights on the tall man, and winked for him to remind him.

Dewar couldn't hold back his eyes, at most he could hold back what species this thing was, but it was obvious that what Mauts wanted to ask was not just the name of the species.

The only thing he could do was to spread his hands, expressing his helplessness.

Tong Xiao felt that the tiger teeth were itching again.

Before he could make any movement, Mao Ci just slapped him, "Is it possible that you don't know about your own son?"

The back of his head was gritted with pain, Tong Xiao was full of grievances, and he muttered: "I just said that this soft bug, why is it now on the little ginseng again?"

With a 'tsk' sound from Maoci, he wanted to slap him again, and said helplessly, "Why is the little ginseng your son? Ordinary species can hurt him? And don't forget what kind of monster you are. It's all your blood, and ordinary species can only die if they eat his flesh and blood."

After finishing speaking, he swung the soft bugs on the branches, obviously still breathing.

Now Tong Xiao is interested. Not only can he bite the small ginseng, but he can survive after eating the flesh of the small ginseng. Does that mean that this soft bug actually has an extraordinary origin?

Not only Tong Xiao, but the other two father and son were also interested.

Dewar said: "If I remember correctly, this should be a species of earth dragon. Is there another way?"

"Earth dragon?" Tong Xiao's eyes widened in astonishment: "This is actually a dragon? The little ginseng was actually bitten by a dragon!!"

After saying this, besides Mauci and Dewar, even the little ginseng was not happy, why did daddy still speak proudly when he was bitten? !

Mao Ci couldn't hold back, he laughed out loud and said, "Do you really think your son was bitten by a dragon?"

Tong Xiaoxing has a bright eye: "Could it be?"

He looked eagerly at the soft worms on the branches, and felt like wanting to enshrine them.