Unfortunately, Peter was not General Li Jing of Chentang, so he couldn't smile and ask Li Ang, "Has it been born? Great, did my lady give birth to a male ball or a female ball?"
Peter just stood there dumbly, speechless, with blank eyes, as if his brain held nothing but the image of that huge egg, bursting with countless pink fish eggs.
Uh... in his shock, there was none of the joy and excitement of a new father, only physiological and psychological disgust, and fear.
However, the Black Fish paid no notice to this. She placed the transparent egg on her waist and tenderly stroked it, removing the algae-scented mucus, like an ordinary mother lulling her child to sleep.
The scene was still silent, with only the barely discernible sounds of bug buzz and bird calls from outside the window, and the sound of flowing creek water.
"..."
