We are all reborn, of course we have to overthrow it and start over again to take the whole family f

In a word, the flower gardening was so messy that it made me pee my eyes.

Shihua had an idea and took out some spiritual water from the spiritual realm and poured it into Jiuying's mouth.

She only had vague memories of many things that happened before, but from the White Mastiff's greed for the Spiritual Water, she knew that the Spiritual Water had great benefits for animals.

Anyway, she has plenty of spiritual water, and she hopes that this water will be useful to Jiuying.

Jiuying drank some water and regained some strength. Shihua tried to feed it again, but it shook its head and refused.

"Master, the water from the spiritual realm is precious. I am almost dying. Don't waste it, don't waste such a good thing."

"No, no, no, Jiuying, as long as it can make you better, no matter how much, it won't be wasted."

Shihua's voice was a little choked. In her vague consciousness, in that ancient battle between gods and demons, most of their great monsters had been killed and perished.

But Jiuying still shook his head, "Master, I am dying, but I still have a baby in my belly. Jiuying entrusts this baby to you, and I hope you can protect it."

Jiuying spoke sincerely, and his trust in Shihua exploded. Eighteen eyes were full of expectation.

It was a lucky one in that battle between gods and demons, it survived.

But the demon's power was nine-tenths gone, and it was dying. If it hadn't sensed the light flashing in its belly, it would have instinctively put itself into a deep sleep to minimize its consumption.

If all the remaining demonic power was used to nurture it, it might not have survived until now.

After endless years, the fetus absorbed its last bit of demonic power and took shape.

But its life had come to an end. It was worried about what to do with its little baby. Would the baby it had used up all its magical power to give birth to die at birth?

What a coincidence. On the eve of the baby's birth, she came, she came, she came back with her hopes.

God knows how excited it was when it sensed that familiar spiritual power.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm." Shihua raised her head and nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

She stroked Jiuying's head to comfort it. This time, she used her spiritual power.

But how could an ancient demon beast recover so easily after being injured? And Jiuying used all of its remaining demon power and vitality to nurture a baby.

Now, it is like a dead tree and it is extremely difficult to return to spring.

Jiuying saw Shihua nod and breathed a sigh of relief.

Recently, it woke up from a deep sleep, and what it was worried about was its unborn baby.

When Jiuying grows up, he is very powerful and has almost no natural enemies, but when he is young, he is very weak.

It is difficult to grow up without the protection of a strong person.

It takes a lot of magical power for Jiuying to give birth. Given its current condition, it is already its limit to give birth to the child safely.

It is exchanging life for life.

Jiuying's face changed, and waves of pain came from his stomach. He knew that his baby was about to come out.

It crawled on the ground with its claws dug deep into the earth. It was afraid of scaring the flowers, so it endured the pain.

After a while, all nine of its heads turned toward the sky, emitting loud roars like those of a baby.

That voice, carrying the demonic power of Jiuying, resounded throughout the Mingying Valley, and even the mountains began to tremble.

Jiuying was huge in size, and Shihua had to fiddle with his short legs for a while before he finally reached Jiuying's belly.

She stretched out her hand and gently stroked Jiuying's abdomen, muttering a calming spell.

I don't know how long it took, but Jiuying's belly suddenly churned violently, and under its body, flames and venom gushed out alternately.

After a roar, an egg-shaped object wrapped in flames rolled out from under its body.

Shihua knew that Jiuying had given birth to a son.

The Nine Infants lay exhausted on the ground, their nine heads all hanging limply to one side in a mess.

Not far from its abdomen, a small egg-shaped object surrounded by flames was wriggling slightly.

Jiuying took a look and, using the last of his strength, used his tail to push the squirming little thing in front of Shihua.

Only then did Shihua see clearly that in the leaping flames, inside the translucent egg-shaped bag, there was a small green snake-like object coiled.

Who would have thought that the hatchling of the huge Jiuying would be so small, so cute.

The little snake was squirming, pecking at the placenta with its delicate mouth. Shihua wanted to help, but was stopped by Jiuying.

This is a compulsory course for every Nine Infants baby. If the placenta comes out, the baby is born. If it cannot come out, the baby dies.

Baby Jiuying has a strong desire to survive. It turns carefully in the placenta, looking for a suitable exit.

Finally, it found it. There, at the lower right side of the placenta, was a small bulge.

It crawled to the small bulge, first used its head to push it to make the placenta thinner, and then used its little mouth to tear a small hole in the placenta.

Then, along the small gap, its entire body slid out of the coating smoothly.

The newborn Jiuying baby still had some sticky liquid on its body. At this time, it looked like a small green snake, and had not yet grown nine heads.

Jiuying looked at its baby greedily, its eyes full of attachment and reluctance. It really was like, one less look, one less look.

Baby Jiuying, relying on instinct, touched his mother's side and burrowed into her arms.

Jiuying knew that the baby was looking for something to eat. This was Jiuying's instinct.

But now, it is extremely weak and has no magical power to hunt for food for its baby.

Shihua touched the small bag and found that there was only one fried meatball left inside.

She was reluctant to eat it and kept it as a treasure. She gently squeezed the meatball, struggling with her thoughts.

Finally, she took out the meatball and gently brought it to the Nine Yin baby's mouth.

Baby Jiuying's eyes were not open yet, but he smelled the fragrance of the meatballs, and his eyes narrowed into a crescent shape with joy.

It opened its pink little mouth and swallowed the meatball accurately.

When Jiuying saw the baby swallowing the food, tears welled up in his eyes. This is Jiuying's way of recognizing his mother (master). If I eat your food, you are my mother.

Shihua stretched out her chubby hand, and baby Jiuying sniffed it and felt her scent.

Jiuying concentrated the last bit of his demonic power into his head, arched it, and then baby Jiuying staggered and slid smoothly into Shihua's hand, becoming her little treasure.

Seeing this, Jiuying closed his eyes quietly. He died.

Shihua looked closely at the little monster in her hand and murmured.

Jiuying has nine heads and can spit fire and venom. I wonder who is more powerful, you or Dongsang's eight-headed monster.

You--

The Nine Infants baby, who had been curled up quietly, miraculously raised his head and seemed to be speaking proudly.

My little master, are you questioning my ability? It's just an eight-headed monster. Next time I see it, I will beat the shit out of it.

Well, you have ambition, baby. I’m rooting for you!

Shihua raised the corner of her mouth slightly. In her previous life, it was the eight-headed monster from Dongsang Country that caused trouble. She formed a body with her residual soul and sacrificed it to the Heaven, then she borrowed three purple-gold thunders to strike down the eight-headed monster.

She didn't even know whether the monster was dead or not, and just became a ghost.