The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

Feng Jue's prenatal anxiety was so disturbed by Ling Qingxuan that she focused all her attention on her and the baby, and had no time to think about messy things.

That night he was pressed on the bed and warmed the bed for Aya Qingxuan.

Under a quilt, the two were very close to each other, and Feng Jue's breath was filled with the cold fragrance from the little girl, and there was a hint of milk in it.

He blushed and turned his back to Ling Qingxuan, not daring to look at her.

"You hate me?"

A cold voice came from behind, and he immediately turned around and faced Ling Qingxuan face to face.

The space they lived in was originally created by Ling Qingxuan, and what was lit in the house at the moment was not a lamp, but a faint sea of ​​stars like the vast stars.

Under the dim and wandering light, perhaps because of her pregnancy, Ling Qingxuan's face was much softer, and her whole body exuded a cold and gentle aura, which did not violate harmony.

Ling Qingxuan opened his hand towards him, Feng Jue hugged her, his chin pressed against her hair, rubbing slightly.

He looked for a topic and diverted his nervousness, "Linger, I went to ask Mr. Lord, the birth of the Lord God is different from that of ordinary people, and then I will give you all the spiritual energy."

Ling Qingxuan: "Didn't it come out of the stomach?"

Feng Jue: "No."

Ling Qingxuan pressed against his chest and said, "Will I be in pain to death?"

A normal person's childbirth seems to be heart-wrenching pain, Ling Qingxuan thought about it, and a high mountain peaked between her brows.

"No." Feng Jue hugged tightly, "You can wait for the day with peace of mind, don't worry about anything else."

With such a sure tone in his tone, Ling Qingxuan didn't ask any further questions.

But today was a good time, Ling Qingxuan rubbed off his shirt, and his masculine breath was instantly heavy.

"Ling'er!" Feng Jue was slightly startled and held down the hand she wanted to make trouble with.

Ling Qingxuan: "I'll just rub it." He won't do anything.

Feng Jue couldn't take it anymore, Zi Liu rolled out of the bed from the other side, he hugged the pillow and lay flat on the ground, "I'm sleepy."

Aya Qingxuan:  …

I really don't love it.

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When Ling Qingxuan was pregnant for ten months, it was a week later than the expected delivery time. Feng Jue was in a hurry and ran around to ask her husband, and also checked a lot of ancient books.

Xi, who was three months pregnant, stayed by Ling Qingxuan's side and asked in confusion, "My lord, did I guess right?"

According to the size of the stomach, it should not be more than two years.

Ling Qingxuan took a bite of the snack that Feng Jue made for her, and said seriously, "No, I'm holding it back."

Creek: ? ? ?

"No, what are you talking about, my lord? Are you holding back?"

Ling Qingxuan nodded, "It is said in the book that a woman will be injured when she gives birth. As long as I don't give birth, I will not be hurt."

If she is injured, there will be problems with the three thousand planes, and Feng Jue will also feel distressed and worried.

Xi is one big and two big, and feels that he is going crazy. No, if Feng Jue knew this was the reason, he would be even more crazy.

"Sir, what did Feng Jue say about your production?"

Ling Qingxuan: "The little guy said I don't have to worry about anything."

Xi excitedly said: "Then don't worry, Sheng!"

If this child knows that his mother is holding him in his stomach in the future, it will be strange not to cry.

"Let's live then." As soon as Ling Qingxuan finished speaking, her face changed.

Xi asked nervously, "What's the matter?"

Ling Qingxuan squeezed her fist and said, "I'm going to give birth."

Creek:  …

Where did Xi dare to neglect, he was in a hurry to find Feng Jue.

The Lord God gave birth, and all the three thousand planes stopped the flow of time, as if they were tense together, looking forward to the upcoming little life.

Ling Qingxuan was sent back to her room by Feng Jue, and the man prepared water and snacks for her on the table beside her, and put some newly found books.

Everything was arranged properly, he walked to the door and said, "Linger, eat something when you are hungry, read a book when you are bored, sleep when you are sleepy.

Ling Qingxuan didn't understand, she did this production alone?

When the door closed, Feng Jue left, leaving her alone in the room.

She was about to get up when she felt a falling feeling in her abdomen. Abundant spiritual energy came from all directions, all condensed on her abdomen.

The aura was filled with purple gold, and after a while, it split into two strands, forming two clusters of light. The clusters of light gradually became larger, and Ling Qingxuan's abdomen contracted and became flat.

Before she could regain her senses, the delivery was over and the two babies fell into her arms.

She looked at the left side and then at the right side. If she had known that giving birth was so simple, she would not hold back and give birth earlier.

Ling Qingxuan's first child was born with a dragon and a phoenix. The baby girl smiled at her with her smiling eyes and her pink tongue sticking out. The baby boy opened obsidian-like eyes and looked around.

The boy's eyebrows and eyes are very similar to Ling Qingxuan's, cold and calm, steady.

The bridge of the girl's nose and lips are like a seal, which is very pleasing.

Ling Qingxuan hugged from left to right, remembering when she was a baby when she picked up Feng Jue, and thinking about it now, I remember it very clearly.

She was still in a daze, the baby girl waving her hands, groping for something in the air.

Seeing no response, she pursed her lips and cried.

The voice was not harsh, with restraint and understanding, and sobbed softly.

What should I do if the child is crying?

Ling Qingxuan didn't know wow, when Feng Jue was thrown by her to the Demon Patriarch since she was a child, she never raised it.

The first generation of gods panicked, and hurriedly took the child out to find Feng Jue.

However, there was no one in the next room at all. She looked around, and she was the only one left in the main **** space.

what's the situation?

Aya Qingxuan summoned zz.

"Sir, you have given birth! Still two babies, so cute!"

Ling Qingxuan: "Where's the little guy?"

zz looked hesitant, "Ah, he, he... he's in the stream!"

Zzz didn't hide it. Just after he finished speaking, there were two more children in his arms. Zz immediately became bigger in panic and caught it firmly, "Sir, big..."

Where is the shadow of Aya Qingxuan?

The houses for Xi and Yu Gu'an were allocated systematically. At this moment, Xi was holding a water glass in the living room and staring at the room nervously.

A gust of wind fell in his ears, Xi turned back, and almost dropped the cup after seeing Ling Qingxuan.

"Sir, why are you here?"

Ling Qingxuan: "Where's Feng Jue?"

Xi pointed to the room, "Sir, it's better if you don't go in."

Ling Qingxuan walked to the door and heard Feng Jue's cry of pain.

"Feng Jue!"

She broke open the door with a spirit sword in hand, broke in and saw Feng Jue's face was pale, sweating profusely covering her stomach and groaning on the bed, while Yu Gu'an stood beside the bed in astonishment.

"Ling, Ling'er?" Feng Jue gritted his teeth, and another burst of pain caused him to roll off the bed.

Aya Qingxuan immediately supported him.

"what happened?"

Feng Jue was speechless in pain, and Yu Gu'an was also dumbfounded, only Xi poked his head from the outside and said enviously:

"Sir, the little boy helped you bear the pain of childbirth. I was scared to death outside. It turns out that giving birth is so painful."

Aya Qingxuan: ? ? ?