Letting out a roar, it bit down on Mousie's head!
"Ah, Cultivator, help, Mousie's going to be eaten by an egg!"
Mousie, with its head bitten, although unharmed due to its hard head, was scared by the sudden plight and scurried around in all directions. From a distance, it looked like it was wearing an oversized eggshell hat, looking rather ridiculous.
The dragon egg seemed to be relishing it, with no serious force, and its eyes narrowed happily, as if tasting a delicacy.
Gary Smith was taken aback too, hurriedly catching Mousie, hoping to help pull it out, but the dragon egg refused to open its mouth.
"Ahhhh…"
Mousie shook its head violently. Although it didn't hurt, the thought of having to wear a dragon egg as a hat in the future made it feel its image as the Mouse God would be utterly ruined.
After all, if it looked like this, let alone fighting, its opponent would laugh to death first.
This future was not the future Mousie wanted!
Mousie grieved and said: