1181: Hatching (1)

Hatching (1)

"The leopard cubs have always been very good. They won't do anything overboard. Don't worry," Winston said.0

Muir threw him a glance but continued to keep silent.

Bai Qingqing took a look at Muir, took away the soup that had turned cold, and brought a bowl of hot soup to him.

"Have a little bit more." Bai Qingqing persuaded him. Seeing how Muir was, she didn't feel too hopeful.

As expected, he shook his head. This time around, he was determined to not take in any more water.

He must stay firm until the eggs hatched.

Bai Qingqing lowered her head helplessly and ended up drinking the soup herself. She lay down on the nest next to Muir and had her afternoon nap. Covered by the blanket, her hand gently stroked one of Muir's feathers.

Muir looked toward his mate and his gaze finally softened. He lowered his body so that they could be closer together.

After Parker left the bedroom, he went everywhere to look for the snake den. He first went a few rounds around the stone castle, then went to some more concealed places nearby. However, he didn't find a single trace of snake scent.

"Damn it! He doesn't give others peace even when he's hibernating." Parker scratched a piece of bark, leaving behind a white claw mark on the brown tree trunk.

Parker eventually decided to not believe in the cubs' words.

In the many days that followed, Muir continued to refuse to eat. His body became increasingly skinny, and even though he had a layer of feathers on him, it couldn't hide how dry and shriveled his body was. He was like a bone rack wearing a feather coat.

Muir instinctively knew that eagle eggs wouldn't take so long to hatch. The nest of eggs under his stomach was probably… likely gone.

However, he still persisted in watching over them. On the 45th day of incubating the eggs, he felt movements coming from under his stomach.

"Coo-coo~" Muir's weak voice rang out from his slightly opened beak and he stood up slowly. His eyes, which had been listless for half a month, instantly lit up to an astonishing degree.

Bai Qingqing guessed something after listening to his voice and looked up in pleasant surprise. She threw her charcoal aside and dashed over to his side.

Females couldn't compare against males' speed. But this time around, Muir had only moved out from the nest when Bai Qingqing had come running from over ten meters away. This showed how weak he was.

"Are they going to hatch soon?" Bai Qingqing grabbed Muir's wing and stared at the neatly laid-out eggs in the grass nest. She suddenly saw one of them shaking ever so slightly.

Bai Qingqing instantly let out a pleasantly surprised "ahh". She wasn't able to see the snake eggs hatch with her own eyes the other time. Turned out that in the instant she saw her own children hatch, how moved she felt was not weaker than when she was giving birth.

Muir was also feeling very happy. He was delighted to see that his efforts had paid off.

He used his dried, shriveled, but still broad wings to hug his mate. He turned and looked at her adoringly, then waited quietly together with her for the eagle chicks to break out from their shells.

Both of them subconsciously held their breathing and stopped moving. Only one of the eggs in the nest was trembling slightly in the entire room.

"Crack."

The eggshell was suddenly shattered at one point, and a round of crack appeared. There even seemed to be a slight sound made at that instant.

Suddenly, both of their breathing stopped. Bai Qingqing's hand subconsciously grabbed onto Muir's tightly, thinking in her heart, "Break the shell, break the shell. Little eagle, quickly break the shell."

At the next second, the center of the crack received another blow. At the same time, a smooth and round little head charged out.

Muir instantly felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Bai Qingqing's body also trembled fiercely, her expression cracking.

F*ck, why did a snake come out? Where was the eagle?

Inside the shell was a small black and red snake. He looked at Muir and Bai Qingqing, then moved his body, slithering out.

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