The silver metallic egg, still half-buried in the ground, flew up and zoomed toward Qin Feng like a missile!
"WHOA!" Qin Feng backed up and raised his hand instinctively.
But the egg stopped. Just 0.001 cm from his palm.
Everyone held their breath.
Then…
The egg shimmered, as if asking permission.
Cautiously, Qin Feng reached out and picked it up.
It was cold, heavy, but strangely warm inside.
He turned toward Su Jiyai, ready to say, "You take it. You deserve—"
"OUCH!" he yelped, jerking his hand back.
Blood dripped from his finger.
"What the heck?! It bit me?!"
Before anyone could react—
CRACK!
The egg began to break apart, the sound like screeching metal plates being torn apart.
Then—
POP!
A small, silver bird jumped out.
It had glowing blue eyes and soft feathers that shimmered like moonlight.
It blinked at Qin Feng and then…
It opened its tiny beak and said in a soft baby voice:
"Dad."
The atmosphere stilled as if someone had pressed a mute button.
