Apocalypse: I Built the Infinite Train - Chapter 195: Preparation

A Certain President: Did you lay an egg? Have you lost your egg?

Ji XiaoYu: No, we lost our egg!

According to the legend of Jianghu, rooster eggs can have a great effect as a elixir. If eaten by ordinary humans, they can prolong their life, while if eaten by spiritual beasts, they can greatly increase their power.

One year after the pheasant spirit, Ji XiaoYu, entered the land of humans, he suddenly laid an egg, but he couldn’t remember who the other father of the egg was.

While working hard to earn money to save up for powdered milk and having to also protect the small egg from all sorts of bad characters, this pheasant’s life is really difficult.

Unfortunately, there is also a careless belly black husband entangled with him all day long, irritating this little master to depend on him, is he not afraid!

Joke title: “My Partner Laid an Egg and Then He Lost It; Asking Online: How Is This Possible, etc., It’s Urgent!”

Unhindered in the Demon Domain, the king is solitary!

In the world where immortals and demons strive, a good natured fellow sought the Demon Dao in search of justice.

At the end of his journey, he had eventually become this generation’s Heavenly Demon Emperor.

Although I am not fond of slaughter, I do not dislike it!

Desiring to see the Demon World, this is how I strive, this is how I become the Peerless Demonic Lord!

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