"Daddy!"
The voice sounded again. Lin Chen's eyes widened. "Who are you?"
"I'm your clever little baby, goo goo ga goo—"
It could sing, too?
What the hell was this thing?
Lin Chen tried to move his hand away.
Unfortunately, he couldn't.
Not only could he not pull it off, he felt his blood draining away, following the patterns on the giant egg and flowing into it.
Meanwhile, a middle-aged man was flying through the air, carrying Liu Ruyan in one hand and Huang Mingyuan in the other.
His face was full of worry. "As long as he doesn't touch the giant egg or let it drink his blood, even if it hatches, I can still get it back. What I'm afraid of is that it'll drink blood and call him Daddy. Then we're doomed!"
"Even if it drinks blood and calls him Daddy, there's still hope. The real disaster is if he talks to it. If it says, 'I'm your clever little baby,' then we're completely done for."
The middle-aged man looked as if he were about to cry.
Someone had paid a fortune for him to hatch that egg.
They'd even given him all sorts of bizarre instructions.
And now he'd lost the egg, both his disciples were unconscious, and he had no idea who had stolen it.
What rotten luck!
"If I can't get it back, I'll have to pay them back down to my last pair of underwear."
He looked down at his two disciples and quickly landed on a mountaintop.
He took out two pills and gave one to each of them.
"How could I be so stupid? Why didn't I wake them up first and ask what happened? What's the point of rushing around like a headless fly?"
The middle-aged man wanted to slap