Chapter 43: Emperor seeking wife

Yan Ge opened his eyes and realized that he was not next to the ontology tree, but in the space of the geeky system that the chickens nested during this time.
She was a bit uncomfortable with this new environment, and frowned at the thick layer of melon seed skin on the floor of the eye system space, and her eyes fell on the corner of the crying chicken. She eased her emotions and asked, "What's wrong? ? "
"That guy, that ’s so pitiful. He wants to take your body back and bury him a hundred years later, but everyone wo n’t let it. I want to bury you in the border, oh oh, this is the difference between life and death. Woo is so painful, he is so painful ... "
It fluttered in the arms of Yange with flapping wings, and Xiaoyan's chest hit Yange at once: "You are so bad, ohhhhh, I am so sad ..."
Yange grabbed one of its legs and slumped: "Can't you talk?"
The chicken cub's wistful eyes were sober to the expressionless speech on it, "Oh, I have watched a lot of palace dramas recently, and you forgive me."
Yange put it on the footstool and asked, "Why not in our chaotic space?"
Compared to the chaotic space where there is no fart, the chicken actually prefers the space of the geek system. It blinked with small eyes and said weakly, "You are bound to the geek system, and you have stepped on the million without completing all the tasks. At the peak of the fans, we can only nest in this small place. "
The corner of Yan Ge's eyes narrowed, and before the Yan Song spoke, the chicken immediately shrugged off: "I didn't know it would be like this before I was bound."
Yan Ge sensed by closing her eyes. Although she was not in the chaotic space, she could still feel that her own body had grown into a small bud-like branch.
This little tree bud was nourished by the soul source from the host this time.
Theoretically, this time the host is an ordinary woman. The soul source is extremely powerful. How can the tree buds nourished by the soul source be so weak?
What makes her most incredible is that she only has three branches left!
Gone ... is she basically bald now?
She turned into a bald head? ?
As a tree, Yange is no different at all. She has the aesthetics of a popular tree. The standard configuration is lush foliage.
However, since encountering the bird / beast that ate her, the very lush "hair" she had raised has been visible to the naked eye.
Now she's better, she has become a bald.
If it weren't for the fire, it would burn itself into ashes, at this moment the words must be in a state of anger.
Holding the chicken's wings in one hand, Yange gritted his teeth and asked, "Where have all my branches gone?"
"Don't you, don't you, I haven't told you good news yet."
What good news, no matter how good the news is, she is despairing about her baldness.
Yan Ge stared at the fiercely. If there were any who would not give a one-two-three reason, she would abandon the friendship of hundreds of years to stew this guy and eat it.
Where can the chick not know that Yange's love for her own hairs?
So without waiting for the song to ask, it immediately howled and said, "Your ancestor has a tendency to condense. That guy has eaten all your branches. You can feel it for yourself, it is really it. , You have kept it for so long, it can be a success, you should be happy. "
Yange couldn't be happy, and now she wanted to kill the Buddha and kill the ghost. When she killed the ghost, she turned her bird into a dreg.
The soldier can be killed, and the bald can't bear it!
The chick comforted her weakly: "In fact, you are not completely bald, you still have a small bud!"
This little bud was nourished by the soul of her host this time.
Yange Tieqing stood there with his face in his face, and it looked like it would explode in the next moment!
The chicken was weakly away from her and kept a good distance: "Actually, this is good news. You have worked hard for so many years and finally cultivated your destiny. This is equivalent to angels having wings. You should be happy. We also It should be celebrated. "
Yan Ge stared at it, smiling grimly: "Ha ha!"