By the time they finished eating, it was already night.
The bright moon hung high in the sky.
The silvery-white moonlight penetrated the thin spiritual mist on the top of the mountain, reflecting thousands of bright light paths, which looked beautiful.
Since they were not in a hurry to leave, Lin Xuan and donghuang Ziyou played with them on the grass at the top of the mountain.
After a while, a pure white object as thick as a thumb attracted the attention of the little girls.
The four babies immediately went up and carefully examined the item.
It looked like a cocoon, and there was a big hole at one end. Several silver-white worms of different sizes crawled into the grass.
"Father, mother, come and take a look. This is so interesting!"
The little girls beckoned to Lin Xuan and donghuang Ziyou.
When the two of them came closer, naizhu asked, " "Father, is this white thing a cocoon?"
