"The winning numbers of this issue are 03,06,18,23,25,27, the last number 08...Repeat 03,06..."

Looking at the lottery ticket in his hand, Shao Zifeng looked it again in disbelief.

He let out a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, the general direction of winning has not changed, but it has changed a number. This small number has turned the original 7-digit bonus into a 4-digit bonus.

Shao Zifeng rubbed his nose with some depression. Although he was unwilling to accept it, he had to accept this result.

No matter what, it is 3,000 yuan, which is enough for his two-month living expenses.

Strictly speaking, if you are bitten by a snake with kidney deficiency, it is already a profit to be able to live for a lifetime?

After abandoning the distracting thoughts, Shao Zifeng remembered that there were still several lizards in the snake cabinet that had not been identified.

:Green long iguana

......

:Iguanae

......

: Put it in the wild, it will definitely make a good food.

Shao Zifeng put the green iguana into the feeder box, shook his head helplessly, turned to look at the next one

:Leopard print guard

......

After reading all the remaining crawling pets, it turns out that the Falcon is the Falcon.

Among all the crawling pets, only the three-star qualification round spotted vipers are qualified to be called mutant creatures.

Thinking of this, Shao Zifeng glanced at the round spotted viper quietly, and then turned his head away with guilt.

Um?

Just as his eyes swept across the fish tank in the corner of the wall, several light spots rotated, slowly forming a translucent light curtain.

Shao Zifeng then remembered that there was also an armadillo lizard, which not only had not been identified, but even forgot to feed it.

A little ashamed.

The dark blue aperture slowly rotates in the middle of the light blue light curtain.

Words emerged one by one.

:South African Armadillo Lizard

:Junior

:Health, Hunger, Bloodline Ancestral Rebirth

:First order

:Chromatitis

:Creeping

:Scale

:Yalonaceae

:fire

:★☆☆☆☆

:Dry aura: The darling of fire elements, attracting the weak fire elements that are wandering around the body, can affect small areas, and this talent can grow with your own strength.

:Defense, flame breath

:The body contains a trace of dragon blood, but unfortunately, it is weak now and cannot be protected from wind when used as a lighter.

!!!

Shao Zifeng was stunned.

It turned out to be a mutated creature with five-star potential, and it is a rare ancestral evolution.

Although he still doesn't know if there is a higher qualification in this world than a five-star, through his identification in the past two days, he knows how low the chance of a high-income mutant creature is.

There were dozens of crawling pets in the snake cabinet, and only two highly qualified mutant creatures appeared.

Even the reason for the intervention of artificial cultivation.

In addition, through the memory of the original body, Shao Zifeng knew that the most rare thing was not the high qualifications of the armadillo lizard, but the evolution of the state of ancestral rebirth.

The iron-eating panda, one of the twelve pillar beasts in the Daxia Republic, is a rare ancestral rebirth evolution.

Shao Zifeng stood there, staring blankly at the South African armadillo lizard in the fish tank.

The expression on the face is cloudy and sunny.

The little guy seemed to be frightened Σ︴

I saw it bit its tail and formed a ball.

A pair of black eyes showed off, and carefully glanced at Shao Zifeng.

Seeing the South African armadillo lizard shaking into a ball, Shao Zifeng seemed to be touched and was about to come out.

He exhaled and squeezed out a smile that he thought was kind.

But the little guy seemed to be even more afraid, and this time he even had his eyes covered by his long tail.

Shao Zifeng smiled on his face and spat inwardly

"What an aesthetically unsightly lizard."

He admitted that he was moved when he saw the little guy's qualifications.

Ambition suddenly emerged in his heart that he had never been before, and he wanted to become a war trainer.

But when he thought of his mother who was alone at home, he was shaken again.

My mother devoted her whole life to him, because she was afraid that he would suffer grievances and her relatives and friends would advise her to start a family again, but she refused her coldly.

Facing the students who bullied him, the mother gave up her decent attitude as a teacher and quarreled with others like a madman.

Although this world war trainer has a high status, he also bears great risks.

He is afraid.

I was afraid that if he had an accident, he would leave his mother alone and alone.

He is afraid.

I was afraid that I would escape in the battle like the "father" who made him and his mother bear the bullying.

When a coward is ridiculed.

When I think of the "father" I have never met, my heart is even more touched.

Then a severe headache suddenly came to my mind.

It seemed like something was torn apart, and all kinds of strong emotions surged into my heart.

Hate, shame, anger, and irritability accompanied by memories flooded him like a tide.

......

"The coward's son is also a coward, get up."

A thin boy was pushed out of the corridor by someone. The boy fell to the ground. The heavy rain instantly drenched him into a chicken.

A flash of lightning streaked through the darkness and illuminated the surroundings.

The boy's face was also illuminated. His pale face was smiling, his wet hair was tightly attached to his forehead, and the rain flowed like a waterfall along the outline of his face.

The white shirt was stained with some mud and water, and was washed away by heavy rain in a blink of an eye.

The smile seemed to anger the black shadows in the corridor, and they twisted like devils.

"You dare to laugh, smash him to death."

Just finished speaking.

A stone swirled across the boy's forehead, and a touch of bright red fell along the raindrops on the white shirt, leaving a faint trace.

It's like a charge.

The group of black shadows became more and more swollen and twisted, making harsh laughter.

One by one, the miscellaneous items were smashed at the boy.

The boy hugged his head with his hands and shrank into a ball, enduring bursts of pain.

There was still a smile on his face.

Because my mother said that we should be a man who stands tall and upright.

A man, a real man, shed blood but not tears.
To be continued...