The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

When Ling Qingxuan was nearly nine months pregnant, her belly looked only three months old. Xi stared at her belly, then looked at her flat belly, and said curiously:

"Sir, according to the level of your stomach, wouldn't it be possible for you to be pregnant for three years before your belly reaches a normal size?"

Ling Qingxuan glanced down and seemed to think seriously.

She didn't know how the Lord God gave birth to a child, so she disappeared directly from the stream and went to the plane where the child was.

The flow of time on this plane is relatively fast. After a while, the child has grown into a little boy.

When the little boy saw her, his expression seemed impatient, but he didn't show any disgust. "You two really won't let me stop for a moment. I just walked on the front foot, and here's another one."

"He knows this?" Ling Qingxuan remembered that he didn't seem to have told him the location of the little boy.

The little boy pointed to his wrist. The red thread he gave was in Feng Jue's hand. It was strange that the other party didn't know his position. If he had known that he would be regarded as an encyclopedia by the couple, he should not have intervened to help.

"Sir, is the little guy looking for you?"

He was growing up, but the black pigs were still the same as they used to be, resting lazily beside him like pet pigs that didn't grow up.

He tilted his head and said, "I am asking about your situation. As a god, will the child affect you, how to give birth, what should be paid attention to, etc. My head is big!"

When Ling Qingxuan first came to him to confirm her pregnancy, she didn't ask in such detail.

Hearing what the little boy said, Ling Qingxuan felt warm in her heart. Since Feng Jue woke up to the present, although he has treated her meticulously, she always felt that there was something between them.

Feng Jue should have asked him clearly about the child, so Ling Qingxuan asked other things.

"When is it better for us to share a room?"

To promote feelings, it is none other than rolling the sheets.

Besides, because of this child, Feng Jue restrained even kissing her. If they could take them out temporarily, it would be good to stuff them back after they were done.

The little boy didn't expect her to ask such a straightforward question, and he said, "As a master god, you should be pure-hearted and have few desires, and it is not advisable to have sex."

"Nonsense." Ling Qingxuan dismantled his deliberately vented words, and looked at the little girl who was resting on the tree fork, "When she is an adult, will you be married?"

The little boy paused, he looked at the sleeping little girl, his eyes hurt, for a moment, he shook his head and said, "No."

He turned to Lingqingxuan and said, "Don't gossip about our affairs, take care of your own family affairs, and don't bother us."

Seeing that he really disliked him this time, Ling Qingxuan looked at the black pigs and changed the subject, "Do you eat pigs during the Chinese New Year?"

Hearing that, those little black pigs actually hid behind the little boy in horror, trembling.

Ling Qingxuan: ...they can understand, yes, they are spiritual pigs.

"Hurry up and walk around, don't hit my pets' attention."

Seeing that the boy's mood had recovered, Ling Qingxuan nodded, "Farewell."

She came and walked quickly, and the breeze blew away the traces of her existence.

The little boy was thinking, whether to create a place beyond the three thousand worlds, so as to avoid the couple.

"Um... ah! Brother!"

The little **** the tree fork rolled over and accidentally rolled down, screaming, the black pigs gathered together and caught her firmly.

The little girl breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at the little boy: "Brother, it's fun, let's do it again!"

The little boy was helpless, but he followed her fun and let the black pigs play with her a few more times.

...

In the main **** space, Feng Jue prepared a table of nutritious meals after finishing some affairs, and placed the anti-abortion pills in a place belonging to Ling Qingxuan.

He sat upright, waiting for Ling Qingxuan to return.

He raised his sleeves a bit, and he looked at the red rope on his wrist with a gloomy gaze.

The mistakes he made at the beginning are vivid in his mind, and when he was in the chaotic space later, he also used the bodies of those hosts to fall in love with Ling Qingxuan.

He can be accepted and forgiven now, maybe because Ling Qingxuan likes those people, not himself.

After the child is born, she has the closest person to accompany her, so is there no need for him to stay by her side?

Feng Jue's throat was blocked, as if a boulder had been pressed against her heart, and she couldn't stop thinking about it.

When his thoughts were mixed, Ling Qingxuan came back. She didn't take the position opposite Feng Jue, but sat next to him.

"Don't have to cook so many meals next time."

He was very tired from dealing with affairs all day, and if he did these things again, he was afraid that his newly recovered body would collapse again.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Ling Qingxuan looked over his head, but found that the man's eyes were slightly red, his eyes were lowered, and Ling Qingxuan heard his faint muttering:

"Not to my taste? I can't even do this little thing..."

Ling Qingxuan was stunned, and quickly thought about what she read in the book, Feng Jue's situation is probably prenatal anxiety?

"I'll do it again." As soon as Feng Jue got up, she was held down by Ling Qingxuan. She put the chopsticks in his hands and lightly opened her lips, "I'm very tired, can you feed me?"

Feng Jue's eyes lit up slightly, she nodded, and asked Ling Qingxuan which one she wanted to eat.

"As long as you make it, you want to eat it, and so does our baby."

She took Feng Jue's hand and pressed it on her belly, "Does the baby also want daddy to feed it?"

Suddenly, the abdomen moved, and both of them were stunned and looked at each other.

Ling Qingxuan: "I have a stomach upset?"

Feng Jue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It's the baby who is kicking you."

Ling Qingxuan pulled out the spirit sword, "You want to beat me at such a young age?"

Feng Jue quickly grabbed her and her attention was diverted, "He didn't do it on purpose, don't blame the baby."

"Then who am I to blame?" She looked at Feng Jue and pretended to be angry, "You made this baby, you have to be responsible."

"I, I..." Feng Jue's thin lips pursed slightly, "When did I say I was irresponsible?"

Ling Qingxuan took the opportunity to say, "You don't take the initiative to warm the bed."

Not knowing what to think, Feng Jue's ears turned slightly red, "It's not time yet."

It is best not to have that three months before giving birth.

"It's time after giving birth?" Ling Qingxuan pointed at her stomach and said fiercely: "Did you hear me, don't delay your father's warm bed, be sensible and come out quickly."

"Little guy, I think I've been very anxious recently, and I've gotten a lot more irritable." Ling Qingxuan said seriously.

Feng Jue smiled lightly and put her in his arms, "This is prenatal anxiety, just wait until the baby is born. If you're angry, just throw it at me."

Ling Qingxuan nodded and suddenly realized, "So that's the case, then if I lose my temper with you, will you feel wronged?"

Feng Jue: "No, just beat me and scold me."

"I'm afraid that the baby will stand on your side and kick me when I see me bullying you."

Feng Jue gently rubbed her abdomen and coaxed softly, "If he kicks you again, after you are born, I will give you a good education."

"Okay." Ling Qingxuan "reluctantly" agreed.