Chapter 687

Under the hands of the sealed ones beside Huo Ling'er, the great cocoon was patiently unwound like spun thread, drawn out strand by strand until it became a ball of silk flowing with seven-colored rosy light.

Yet when people saw the creature that emerged from the cocoon, they all went a little blank. What the hell was this thing?

The first thing to appear from the great cocoon was a bald head, with a pair of big eyes rolling about.

It was a bird's head, bare and hairless, truly hard to call good-looking, but it had a bright red beak, crystalline and flashing.

Then it stuck out its body. It was over two meters long, still slick and bare, without a single feather growing anywhere on it, hairless from head to toe, indescribably strange.

"You, why are you a bird too?" Big Red Bird was dumbfounded. Wasn't that a cocoon? How had a bald bird come out of it?

Were birds born from cocoons? Then why had he been born from an egg?

Had his parents cheated? Or had this fellow's parents cheated?

For a moment, Big Red Bird's head felt a little dizzy.

"This old man has seen through the supreme profundities. My form changes as I please. Whether I am bug or bird is merely a matter of thought, is it not?" it said slowly. However, matched with its dignified appearance and that voice thick with childishness, it was indescribably bizarre.

Clang!

Little Fellow swung the black pot and smashed it into the back of the bald bird's head, scolding, "No respect for your elders or betters. You're barely a little speck, and you dare act so old and seasoned?!"

Big Red Bird, who had just pulled out his own black pot, looked at Little Fellow, then at