Chapter 3062

"Lord silver." The little tree called again quickly, holding up his body, ran to the tree and cried out with tears, "main silver, the ball may be dying."

"Nonsense."

"You see, the ball has changed! Look at the main silver! There is an eye on the ball. It's terrible. It's terrible

The little guy is like the devil's voice passing through his head. He says three terrible words with one effort, and the aftersound slowly curls around the ears of all the people.

The arbor was really annoyed by its call. He clapped his hands directly and hit him on the forehead, "shut up!"

"Master silver." The ball looked at her wrongly and stood up.

The height of Lord Qiao at this time, er Not even a small tree.

There is an eye growing on the tree trunk of the little tree man. It's black and white. It looks like it's a little hairy.

No wonder the ball is like the sky falling down, crying for help.

This thing looks terrible

"Master silver, master silver, what to do? Is the ball going to die? " As he spoke, the little tree man began to shed tears. His eyes were misty and he looked at his little master with a pitiful look.

"Not dead." The tree looked at it expressionless, then dragged it to his side, close to want to study that eye carefully.

"Joe Joe." Mo Lian quickly reached for a pull, pulled her to his side, look slightly and a little more concentrated way, "be careful."

I don't know what it is. It was born on the trunk of the ball.

As if it had been growing in the ball body at the beginning, it was now comfortably closing that eye, with some light glimmering at the bottom of the eye, and it was really looking at them in some terrible way.

"Ball, this thing, makes people feel scared." Little water drops move their small body, step by step back to the tree and ink lotus behind.

"Main silver, does the ball change?"

"No." The tree narrowed its eyes, stared at the eye for a long time, and couldn't help but reach out and beat its small head.

"What's the matter?" Mo Lian quickly reached out and grabbed her little hand.

"I think..." The tree tilted its small head, looked at the eye growing on the ball, and thought carefully, "I seem to recognize it."

"Ah?" The little tree was excited for a while, and asked the tree, "Lord silver, do you recognize it? What is it? You know. "

"Magic pupil, magic pupil." The tree murmured, and couldn't help beating its little head. "I should have seen it somewhere."

"Really, master?" The little tree looked at her expectantly and asked, "do you have any way to take this ugly thing out of me?"

"My intuition tells me that you did it yourself," the tree said, shaking its head with a small face

What?

The black pea like eyes of the little tree ball immediately sparkled the water vapor of flowers.

The main silver, the main silver actually catches the ball!

The main silver said the ball was made by himself!

What does this mean, this weird eye, is drawn in by the ball itself?

No way!

The ball doesn't remember that at all!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!" The ball suddenly fell to the ground, splashing and rolling, "the ball can't live, the main silver doesn't love the ball at all!"