C267 Little Bastard

"Whoa, whoa." It issued a warning cry.

One of its legs gestured in a circular shape.

"Eggs, do you still have eggs?" Hua Jiaojiao furrowed her brow.

The Poison Centipede moved its limbs together and then apart again.

"No more eggs?"

Hua Jiaojiao's mouth twisted slightly, finding it difficult to believe she understood its meaning