Jiang Si, a powerful big shot from the apocalypse, perishes with the Zombie Emperor and transmigrates to Abel Interstellar.
The population of the Abel star system has been continuously declin...
"Junior sister, for the sake of us having the same teacher, if I die, you must collect my body." Yan Qi felt increasingly uneasy, sensing that he was not far from death.
Jiang Si focused her mental energy on the little egg, ignoring what Yan Qi was saying.
Suddenly, the little egg moved.
With quick eyes and hands, Jiang Si scooped up the little egg in her hand, did a somersault, and quickly retreated to the sofa in the living room, where she sat down.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Yan Qi jumped up and followed Jiang Si into the living room, staring at her hands: "Is Little Egg alright? Is he alright?"
Jiang Si held the little egg in her right hand and placed her left hand on top of it, her spiritual energy being absorbed by the little egg through her palm!
"Not good." Jiang Si felt a pang of regret for her mental energy while wondering what kind of little egg it was. Wasn't it supposed to be a fertilized egg?
There was no fertilization, but as soon as her spiritual power was released, the egg, just like its old thieving father, began to devour her spiritual power. It had no choice but to give it to her; it was the kind of thing that was forcibly taken away.
"Not good? Is the little egg broken?" Yan Qi swayed precariously, as if a gust of wind or a small toothpick could blow him over or poke him.
Jiang Si looked grave. "Hmm, it's not good. It's cracked. Senior brother, tell me honestly, what kind of person is Bo Jichen that he could create an egg like this?"
"Tell me your story first. If Bo Jichen blames you later, I'll try my best to make sure he leaves you with a whole corpse!"
The egg wasn't broken?
It cracked?
It's just a crack?
Yan Qi straightened his back, his pale face vanishing: "That's right, if I go to apologize now, he might at least leave me a whole corpse. Junior sister, thank you."
Ginger shreds: "..."
Why did the focus veer off to such an off-topic?
Shouldn't we just go along with her and tell her what kind of egg it is?
"Hey, senior brother, come back!"
"Bang!"
The only response Jiang Si received was the sound of a door closing.
It took Jiang Si a while to come to her senses.
Lift the left hand that was holding the little egg, and prepare to check if the little egg was alright.
Suddenly, the little egg I was holding in my right hand flew away as if it had grown wings.
Jiang Si's expression changed, and she quickly stood up.
With a bang.
The little egg that flew up crashed into the wall.
Jiang Si closed one eye, expecting to hear the sound of an egg breaking.
Instead of hearing the egg break, I heard another bang.
The egg fell to the ground and bounced back like a ping-pong ball, even hitting the ceiling.
The resistance of the ceiling caused it to fall.
It fell in mid-air, spun around, turned a corner, crashed through the window, and flew out with a whoosh.
"You come back here, you little rascal!" Jiang Si gasped and cursed at the little egg, then rushed to the window, pushed it open, and jumped out.
The little egg went out and, like a wild horse let loose, galloped away at the sight of the green grass.
Jiang Si followed closely behind him: "You little rascal, stop right there, or someone will stew you if they catch you."
Instead of stopping, the little egg fell from the air to the ground and rolled along the ground.
Jiang Si saw that the way it rolled around looked just like it was provoking her.
She was furious.
Little Egg's wicked father has been plotting against her all along, and now Little Egg is still tormenting her.
It's true that while Uncle Agareth can tolerate it, Aunt Ginger cannot.
Today, we must let it know the dangers of the world, the unpredictability of human nature, and the taste of stewed eggs.
Jiang Si rolled up her sleeves, tiptoed, and leaped at the little rascal.
As if sensing someone was pouncing on it, the little egg jumped up from the ground.
Jiang Si missed her target and didn't have a chance to catch the baby eggs a second time.
Then a cry of pain was heard, followed by a familiar, impatient, and arrogant middle-aged man's voice: "Demps, you won't help me with Jiang Si's withdrawal from school, and you even blatantly attacked me with an egg. Is your Fifth Military Academy trying to rebel?"