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Shang Lu was so worried that he was in a state of panic. He paced back and forth, muttering to himself, "What should I do? What should I do?"

Qian Ling also stared at Jiang Luo closely, her eyes full of concern and worry.

At this moment, a trace of pain suddenly flashed across Jiang Luo's face, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Seeing this, Qian Ling hurriedly said, "Xiao Luo, hold on, you must hold on!"

Seeing Jiang Luo like this, Qian Ling couldn't help but bear it for him, but he couldn't, because the Youlan clan could only rely on blood relatives for their spiritual fruit.

At the beginning, he was the one who managed to hold on until Xiao Luo was born, but he had exhausted all his spiritual power and turned into his original form, which led to the loss of Xiao Luo.

The only benefit of Xiao Luo now is that he can safely cast spells for the two little spirit fruits in the sun room, and they can also protect them from the side.

Huo Yancheng frowned and asked, "Where is Fan Wujiu? If he doesn't come, Xiao Luo will suffer a lot!"

He was now extremely anxious, and he wanted to call Fan Wujiu up. He also had a share in the child's life, so why should Xiao Luo suffer all this?

Now he only hated himself for not having any spiritual power. He had tried and found that his Dantian was like a bottomless pit and he had no way of practicing any spiritual arts.

Jiang Luo gritted his teeth, and tried desperately to mobilize the little spiritual power left in his body, continuously transmitting it to Ah Han and Ah Nuan. However, his body began to tremble, as if he would collapse at any time.

As time passed, the atmosphere in the room became more tense. Shang Lu couldn't help but rush forward, wanting to help, but he didn't know where to start. Qian Ling held him back, shook her head and said, "Don't be impulsive, we can't disrupt Xiao Luo's rhythm."

Just when everyone was almost in despair, Jiang Luo suddenly shouted, and a powerful spiritual power burst out from his body. Ah Han and Ah Nuan's afterbirth shone with brilliant light, and then a crisp cry broke the silence of the room.

"It's born! It's born!" Qian Ling shouted excitedly, tears welling up in her eyes. Shang Lu also breathed a sigh of relief, a relieved smile on his face.

Jiang Luo collapsed to the ground weakly, gasping for breath. Qian Ling hurried over, helped him up, and said, "Kid, you've worked hard." Jiang Luo forced a smile and said, "As long as the children are safe, my hardship is nothing."

However, when everyone looked up, they saw a delicate little baby falling out of the only cracked spiritual fruit.

The little guy had a pink face and closed eyes, looking very cute. Qian Ling carefully carried them to Jiang Luo and said, "Look at your baby son."

Jiang Luo looked at the child with eyes full of love and tenderness, but he also realized something was wrong and asked, "Is this Ah Han or Ah Nuan?"

Qian Ling looked up at the other little red baby struggling in the afterbirth and said, "It's... it's Ahan. Anuan might... have a difficult birth."

Jiang Luo was slightly startled and looked at A Nuan worriedly. He first handed A Han to Qian Ling, then stood up and supported A Nuan who was falling slightly.

He knew that if A Nuan's Qi Hai was not full, he would be born with congenital deficiencies.

The congenital deficiencies of the elves are different from those of ordinary people. The congenital deficiencies of ordinary people can be cured, but those of the elves cannot.

He didn't want Ah Nuan to be a disabled child for the rest of his life, so he had to do his best to save him.

So, Jiang Luo tried to pour all the spiritual power in his body into Ah Nuan, but was stopped by Qian Ling: "Baby, I know you are worried about Ah Nuan, but if you exhaust your spiritual power, your body will be severely damaged, and you may not be able to cast spells in the future!"

Jiang Luo's eyes turned red, and he said, "I can't care about that anymore! I..."

The next second, Jiang Luo fainted due to exhaustion of spiritual power. Qian Ling had no choice but to put A Han in the crib and go to heal Jiang Luo.

Huo Yancheng couldn't bear it anymore, so he finally turned around and went downstairs, took Fan Wujiu's arm and walked upstairs.

Fan Wujiu frowned: "Your father-in-law wouldn't let me go up, and you brought me up like this, isn't that disrespectful to him?"

Huo Yancheng said, "Disrespect? What respect or disrespect are you talking about at this time? Xiao Luo risked her life to give birth to your child, but you are just sitting downstairs doing nothing. Are you worthy of him?"

Fan Wujiu was stunned, and shook off Huo Yancheng and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Xiaoluo? What child?"

Huo Yancheng said: "I don't have time to explain to you at this moment. Come upstairs with me right now! Your child is called Ah Nuan. He is full of yang energy. You must know how to save him!"

In fact, Huo Yancheng couldn't figure out whose child the two were, but since he also had a share of the children and he had cultivation skills, he absolutely couldn't just sit back and do nothing.

Huo Yancheng added: "Xiao Luo has fainted, what are you still doing here?"

Upon hearing that Xiao Luo had fainted, Huo Yancheng no longer cared about his shock. He flashed into the sunroom and looked at the spiritual power flashing in the red spiritual fruit on the huge orchid plant, as well as the little baby wrapped in the spiritual power who was struggling to break out of the placenta. He seemed to understand something in an instant.

When Fan Wujiu saw Ah Nuan struggling hard in the placenta and almost suffocating, and Jiang Luo fainting due to exhaustion of spiritual power, the shock in his heart was instantly filled with endless anxiety and worry.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down quickly, raised his hands steadily, and continuously transferred his powerful and mellow spiritual power to the afterbirth. The spiritual power was like a warm torrent, gently wrapping Ah Nuan, giving him strength and vitality.

Fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Fan Wujiu's forehead, but his eyes were firm and determined. He concentrated on controlling the output of spiritual power to ensure that every bit of spiritual power nourished Ah Nuan just right. Under the infusion of spiritual power, the placenta emitted a soft and bright light, as if responding to Fan Wujiu's efforts.

As time went by, Ah Nuan's movements gradually became stronger, and the originally withered placenta regained its vitality. However, Fan Wujiu did not dare to relax at all, and continued to adjust the rhythm of his spiritual power output to adapt to Ah Nuan's changes.

Finally, with Fan Wujiu's unremitting efforts, A Nuan successfully broke out of the womb and let out a crisp and loud cry. At that moment, Fan Wujiu's tense nerves relaxed a little, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Qian Ling rushed forward to catch Ah Nuan. The loud cry of the baby woke Jiang Luo up. He slowly opened his eyes and asked weakly, "Ah Nuan... is she born?"

Huo Yancheng and Fan Wujiu both came over to Jiang Luo. One of them picked up Jiang Luo while the other supplied him with spiritual energy.

Qian Ling held Ah Nuan in one hand and checked his pulse with the other, saying, "He's fine, just a little weak. Fortunately, you guys reacted in time, otherwise Ah Nuan might be in danger. Xiao Luo has been practicing for more than a hundred years, and he forced himself to reach the maximum level, so his Qi Sea is empty. At this time, Ah Nuan and Ah Han were suddenly born, which caused him a lot of pressure."

Seeing that Ah Nuan was safe and sound, Jiang Luo couldn't help but burst into tears. He said weakly: "It's good that the child is okay, it's good that he is okay..."

He felt a little guilty at this moment. If he had not kept it a secret from Fan Wujiu, the child would not have had such an accident.

Fortunately, fate is something that is predestined by heaven. A Nuan was destined to be protected by his father when he was born. This is probably because he is a child of destiny with great luck.

Fan Wujiu walked to Jiang Luo and held his hand, his eyes full of deep concentration and deep heartache. He said in a deep voice: "Shouldn't you explain? Why...you have my child? And why are you not a human, but an elf? And why...you kept all this from me and didn't tell me anything?"

The soul asked several questions, leaving Jiang Luo speechless. He thought to himself, who told you to keep it a secret from me? You don't care about your own life, so I dare to hide your child. And, if you continue to interrogate me like this...

Jiang Luo snorted coldly and said, "Why are you so fierce? What's there to be fierce about? Do you believe me or not, if you continue to be fierce to me, I will let all my children call you uncle in the future!"

Huo Yancheng: ...

He looked at Jiang Luo speechlessly, thinking, "You still think you're right, don't you?"