Chapter 147 Fanwai (1)

   For monks, time is the most worthless.

  The mortals waste a hundred years, and their lives pass like this.

   For monks, this hundred years is just a stage for the promotion of cultivation.

   It's normal.

   In this ordinary hundred years, Shiyou ushered in an extraordinary day.

   She retched out of nowhere one morning.

   In addition, her menstrual period has not come for two months, so she checked her pulse.

   found out she was pregnant.

   It is said that the higher the cultivation level, the less likely it is to become pregnant, and she and Rong Yuan have taken measures when they both cultivate.

   Something must have gone wrong.

   Could it be that Rong Yuan is gifted in this respect?

   She fell into self-doubt.

  Subai's fingers clenched slightly into fists, but after a while they slowly loosened and placed them on his lower abdomen.

   Thinking that a little life has been bred inside, the emotions in her heart were very subtle for a while.

   She looked into her abdomen with her divine sense and saw a bright and gentle golden light.

   That golden light melted, like a handful of golden water, very gentle.

   She tried to put her hand on the golden light.

   In an instant, the golden light lit up a bit softly, and she could vaguely hear the child's laughter through the golden light.

  Yes, he is a very good child...

   Can she have a baby in this virtual world?

   Shiyou tried to call the system, but no matter how much he called, the system did not appear.

The    system lost contact for some reason, and Shiyou suspected that she might stay in this plane forever.

  In that case, why not give birth to the child? -

   At night, Shiyou sat on the bed, looking absent-minded.

  Rong Yuan stretched out his hand and wrapped her in his arms.

  He lowered his head slightly, and his chin just touched the soft hair on top of her head: "What's the matter, is there any discomfort?"

   Shiyou shook her head: "No." She told him, "I'm in good health."

  It's fine.

   Shiyou leaned into Rong Yuan's ear and asked him, "Brother Yuan, do you like children?"

  Rong Yuan remembered that Shi You had said that giving birth was more painful than menstruation, and he felt distressed.

"do not like."

   "Children need to pee every day, cry when they are hungry, cry when they wake up, don't want to sleep if they don't sleep, they like to run around, they are not cute at all..."

   Is that so?

   It seems that Rong Yuan doesn't like babies.

   But the baby in her belly is very good, it shouldn't be like what he said.

   Her fingers scratched unconsciously on his chest.

   The thin and soft hands, when gently scratched, seemed to be kissed by the petals.

  Rong Yuan lowered his eyes slowly, touching those eyes full of waves, and the possessiveness in his heart was like a wildfire, flooding into disaster.

   His breathing became heavier, and he scorched her deeply with his eyes.

   After all, they have been married for a hundred years, and when Shiyou saw those dark and heavy eyes, he immediately knew what bad things he was thinking.

   "No," she put her hand on his chest and pouted, "I want to tell you something very important."

   Shiyou didn't plan to hide it from him at this time, "I have a baby in my belly."

   When Rong Yuan heard this, the last moment he was leaning on the bed lazily, looking like a lazy uncle, but the next second it was as if he had been hit with blood in an instant, and suddenly got up, "What did you say?"

   Every minute and every second of time seems to be stretched.

   Shiyou repeated: "I'm pregnant, yours."

  Rong Yuan hugged her and coaxed softly: "If we have it, we will give birth, okay?"

   "This is our baby, we will raise it together when it is born."

  Shiyou's voice was soft and a little aggrieved, "You said just now that you don't like children..."

   "It's not that I don't like it."

   Shiyou felt that he just didn't like it, and he frowned.

   "Youyou, I have seven emotions and six desires, and I will be jealous and greedy."

   "I want to have all your love. I think you only like me. I feel bad when I think that the baby in my womb will occupy a large part of your energy and time in the future, and even share your favor."

   "I'm still afraid of your pain. You said that having a baby is more painful than menstruation, do you remember?"

   (end of this chapter)