Exactly! You went on and on, shameless as ever, but where was the book? Could they still get along? The Star Officer on Duty had no idea what was happening. He asked a couple of questions, but Qin Fen never replied.
Damn, did he run off with the goods? The Star Officer on Duty wanted to die. They were both mighty figures of the Heavenly Court, after all. Surely he couldn't do this? He ought to have at least a little decency!
Chef Qin had no time for him. Looking at the little sphere in his hand, he couldn't help feeling annoyed. So a divine beast's egg was about the size of a ping-pong ball? He had expected it to be at least as big as an ostrich egg. After all, Nian could eat tigers, leopards, and elephants. Surely he couldn't be only the size of a mouse? Seeing how tiny the egg was, Qin Fen's heart sank. Why were all his damn pets pocket-sized?
This was unscientific. Qin Fen looked down. His own dick was pretty big, so shouldn't his appearance reflect what was inside?
Only heaven knew whether that logic held up. Qin Fen didn't understand either. This damn thing counted as a divine beast of fortune? Nian, looking this pathetic? More importantly, how was he supposed to hatch this egg? There weren't even any instructions. Qin Fen felt miserable.
He stared blankly at the sphere while his phone kept vibrating, growing increasingly irritated. What a mess! He had picked up another thing that might well be useless.
"This probably isn't what WeChat wants." Qin Fen weighed it in his hand and found that the sphere carried a faint pulse. If WeChat wanted this law, something would have changed when he took the photo. Qin Fen was certain