Protect your sweetheart, protect your life

Chapter 8: New eggs? !

"Your wish, I will come true!!!"

In the corner, a girl spoke to a little boy.The boy's eyes became hollow, and the white soul egg gradually turned black, with a big dark red checkmark attached to it.

"Go. Go and fulfill your wish."

The strange egg hatches a bad sweetheart, which merges with the little boy.

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"Yameng, it's not good, there are eggs!!!" Xiaolan was the first to call out.

"No, this time it's not a bad guy, nor a mysterious guy..." Maggie analyzed. . . . . .

"Yameng, go away!!!" Xiaosi urged Yameng anxiously, "Innocent people will be hurt..."

"Okay." Yameng quickly ran to the accident site after notifying the other guardians.

"This is...????!!!" Yameng was shocked, this kind of energy, the villain and the mysterious egg can't do it, even the transformation, can't control it. . . . . .

"Let's transform first... Lan!!!" Transformation: amulet heart! ! ! !

"Damn... Those who want to stop me are not good people!" Pink Bubble rushed to Yameng, "Bubble's pedigree!!"

Ya Meng struggled to support the energy.hateful. . . . . .There are too many. . . . . .

The more and more bubbles gathered, Yameng was about to be unable to hold on.Wei Shijun, why haven't they come? . . . . . .I can't hold it anymore. . . . . .

"Happy birthday!!!" A flying carpet caught Yameng.

The bubbles changed direction and gathered in one place.

The big bubble wrapped the little boy inside, "Hmph, let's see what tricks you can use."

"Cut, coward." Xing Gui said disdainfully, "soon tell!!!"

A golden light appeared on the heads of Xinggui and Yameng, it was Weishi!But it's not over yet!Swarms of butterflies rushed to the little boy, the bubbles were popped, and the little boy was trapped.

"Why, why, what's wrong with me making everyone happy? Why do you stop me???!!!" The little boy cried in a hoarse voice.

"Do you think you are right? You are wrong. Look at the people around you, are they happy?... Is happiness just lip service? What is happiness, do you know? Happiness is, yes As long as there is a warm home..." Xing Gui's tears fell, "Even if the family is gone...don't you still have friends who can accompany you? If you have nothing , can't you still create opportunities for yourself? Why do you use this method?" Xing Gui said what was in her heart, she most hoped that she could get happiness.

"Do you think you are right? You are wrong. Look at the people around you, are they happy?... Is happiness just lip service? What is happiness, do you know? Happiness is, yes As long as there is a warm home..." Xing Gui's tears fell, "Even if the family is gone...don't you still have friends who can accompany you? If you have nothing , can't you still create opportunities for yourself? Why do you use this method?" Xing Gui said what was in her heart, she most hoped that she could get happiness.

"But..." the little boy asked suspiciously, "Then, how can I make them happy?"

"You...you can go to work in a flower shop, flowers are a happy thing." Xing Gui prepared to purify "Xiao Miao, next day!"

The little boy's soul egg was purified.

"Gu Gui, are you okay?" Xiao Miao said anxiously.

"It's okay...Xiao Miao...This is not the first time...I can do it..." Xing Gui staggered and fell down,

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"Ameng...Are you okay?" Weishi asked Yameng anxiously.

"Well...it's okay. Wei Shijun." Yameng woke up, "Hey... Xinggui?! Why is she here?"

"This guy, I don't know how many times it's been..."

Yameng clearly read concern from Limo's eyes.But she didn't understand why Limo was like that before.

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Things are unpredictable now

The same in the future

This chapter is still a bit short

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