atlantis

Two rounds of the sun are slowly falling from the sky, the night is blue, there is no familiar moon, but stars, the beautiful Hver is like a gentle evening wind blowing in the sky and earth, turning into countless golden lights, reflecting the ancient black The blue hall.

Aesir is still struggling, softly in Han Jing's arms, without any consideration, just like back then, the slender and powerful legs are stretched to the maximum, the child has entered the basin and the birth canal, and the round and tall belly has sunk It's obvious.He held Han Jing's hand tightly, pale, and buried his face in Han Jing's arms like a cat.

"Ah...uh..." He trembled again, his body tensed, his bright golden eyes were stained with moist mist, and his hands kept tightly clasping Han Jing.Intertwining each other's fingers, fastening them tightly, loosening them and fastening them again, unknowingly, it seems that an invisible vine is entangled in the hearts of the two of them.

"Um...uh..."

"It hurts... ah..." The pain of childbirth was endless, attacking his body again and again, Aesir could no longer restrain himself, struggling and weeping in Han Jing's arms.Another day will pass, and the child has not yet come down. Aesir, who has been hovering at the peak of labor pains, almost wants to collapse. Maybe it is leaning on that person's arms, it is so warm, it has corroded his will, and he has completely lost the pain of the previous few days. strong.

When the pain of tearing the source suddenly hit and completely submerged the physical torture like a tide, Aesir wept in pain, and even refused to use as much force as before, but instinctively hid in Han Jing's arms, wanting to escape from nowhere escaped torture.

Han Jing hurriedly protected him, and found that Aesir was getting weaker and weaker, relying on himself as thoroughly as Morris once did.At least during this painful time, he and himself seem to have returned to the past—he was lying in his arms like this, tossing and turning, struggling painfully again and again, and gave birth to Catherine after all the torture.

"Why hasn't it come out yet!?"

"Ugh!"

"It hurts!" Aesir tightly clasped Han Jing's hand, stood up again amidst the excruciating pain, ruthlessly pushed the child who had entered the birth canal, and then fell down after the interval of labor pain, and fell into Han Jing's arms in unbearable pain.

Han Jing couldn't help him at all, he didn't even have a chance to gently push his abdomen.He could only choke with sobs, tightly guarding Aesir, and said words that had no practical effect.

Aesir only felt that the child seemed to be coming out. After the torture of tearing the source just now, the child began to sink slowly, and he was about to escape this endless torture!Thinking of this, he suddenly regained his confidence, and without exhaustion, he began to exert force crazily again and again.

Han Jing saw that as Aesir struggled painfully again and again, below them, the ancient black and blue hall exuded golden light, as if the veins of the earth were golden, blending into the whole hall, and gathered in an endless stream. under him.

Aesir worked hard again and again, and every time he felt that the baby's head was about to come out, but he was in pain for a long time. He didn't know if it was because the baby was too big. As soon as he relaxed, the head that was resting on the delivery port retracted annoyingly.After repeating this dozens of times, even Aesir couldn't help becoming restless.

"Why hasn't it come out yet!?"

"Why... Ugh!" Aesir was in a hurry, raising his perfect jaw, weeping in pain, his whole body was trembling violently, the child who wanted to be born was stuck in the birth canal, he seemed to feel the narrow discomfort, the high belly Can obviously feel the vibrating endlessly.

Aesir was in agony immediately, his outstretched legs trembled violently, and his whole body was about to snap like a bow.

"It hurts! Help me... ah..." Aesir held Han Jing's hand, sobbing, he suddenly hated, hated why Han Jing hurt himself! ?If it wasn't for him, how could I be in such a mess! ?

Han Jing had no choice but to lay the person in his arms back on the bed, regardless of Aesir's willingness to check Aesir's privacy.When Aesir was in labor pain, Han Jing couldn't get close to his stomach at all, resisting the painful lower body, and could only watch helplessly as the child just showed a little, and then shrank back after Aesir's wailing.

After doing this several times, Aesir became more and more anxious.

"This won't work, we have to change our position." Han Jing was sweating profusely. If he couldn't give birth tonight, Aesir would usher in the fifth day of torture.He couldn't help but feel scared, and he couldn't forget the last sneer of Alteran's hologram. Alteran wanted Aesir to be destroyed in the damage of the original source of breeding offspring. If he still couldn't give birth, Aesir would collapse sooner or later, and maybe he would die in childbirth! ?

"I'll pick you up, and you put your arms around my shoulders, so that the child can go down faster." Han Jing made this suggestion again with a pale face, hiding the strong anxiety in his heart.

Sure enough, Aesir refused. He had given birth to Catherine in Han Jing's arms, and he was more inclined to this position in his heart.And the child is about to come out, if he moves his posture, will he shrink back again! ?

Thinking of the pain he had endured, Aesir lied in Han Jing's arms, restless.

"I'm like this... um..."

"It hurts...Han Jing...ah..."

"Don't touch me!" Aesir yelled in pain.

Han Jing hurriedly hugged the painful Aesir, and held his hand tightly, giving him confidence.

When the labor pain subsided, Han Jingfang kissed Aesir's forehead, with wet silver hair, and coaxed: "I won't hurt you, Maurice. You are the person I love most in my life, even if it takes my life, I will It won't hurt you either."

"But you hurt me." Aesir replied quietly.

Han Jing was startled, and said bitterly: "You are too cruel..." If this is the case now, how can I be willing to hurt you?

Han Jing said hoarsely: "It was my fault before, you listen to me, change the posture, the child will definitely be born."

"I don't believe it." Aesir trembled, and tried again painfully, ushering in labor pains with almost no gap.The child was stuck in the birth canal, moving more and more violently, as if the source had been torn apart, tortured his waist and limbs to tremble, and sobbed incessantly.

Seeing that Aesir was getting more and more anxious, and the child still refused to come out, Han Jing had no choice but to hold Aesir up when Aesir was the weakest and weakest, struggling with another round of labor pains.

Aesir was in extreme pain, and wanted to hurt Han Jing, but would rather scream uncontrollably, never hurting the person who hugged him.

"Ugh...!!" Aesir was trembling all over. Due to his distraction in controlling his own strength, the pain defeated the last effort, and he collapsed in Han Jing's embrace, wailing like a trapped animal.

It hurts!The pain in my stomach was like a hard stone that could never be squeezed out, grinding my flesh and soul.

Aesir hugged Han Jing's shoulders tightly, buried his head, sobbed hard, and knelt on the bed with his legs apart, letting Han Jing hug him.

"Leave me alone, don't hold back..."

"What is there for you to endure in front of me?"

"As long as you persevere, if you persevere, the child will definitely be born." Holding Aesir in his arms, Han Jing stroked his back, feeling that Aesir was leaning on him physically and mentally.

"I am a god, I have created countless races, and I know how to do it." Aesir slowly recovered, dissatisfied with Han Jing's rudeness, but still tightly wrapped his arms around Han Jing's shoulders and neck, sticking to each other intimately .

Seeing that Aesir could still complain about himself, Han Jing felt a little relieved: "You are a god and the supreme existence, but you have never conceived offspring, and childbirth is just a pure data theory. We humans have reproduced for thousands of years , In this regard, human beings are better than you, and I have more experience than you, so you have to listen to me."

Suddenly, the cruel fact that Aesir is Rune pierced Han Jing's heart again, as if cold water had been poured on him, and Han Jing felt a momentary chill.But soon, he suppressed the pain in his heart and hugged Aesir in his arms, but his tone revealed a bit of toughness.

Aesir lowered his head, although he was extremely proud, he had to admit Han Jing's words.I have no experience. Even when I was Morris, I didn't read much relevant information. He was taking care of himself, what to eat, and what to pay attention to. I didn't bother myself at all.

Can't help recalling Han Jing's thoughtfulness and tenderness to him, little by little, Aesir was stunned, silent, buried his head, and hugged Han Jing tightly.He felt an excruciating pain from his heavy abdomen again, and there was nowhere to escape. He couldn't help trembling all over, and once again exerted force, the low sobbing sound lingered in Han Jing's ears.

Heart, life and death clutched, piercing heart pain.Han Jing hugged the painful Aesir, kissed the face in his arms, and slowly stroked the trembling back as if wanting to comfort him.

Aesir wept in pain, hugged Han Jing tightly, and cried again and again.He felt his own origin, his body was literally torn in two, it hurt so much, this position seemed to make the labor pain more intense, and the gap time shorter, like the tide was going to submerge him.

Holding Han Jing, he felt a little bit of grievance again. After the hard shell was completely smashed, the most fragile and soft place was exposed, that uncontrollable feeling of fragility.

As long as I lie in his arms, I can't be cruel, and I can't bear it silently like I did a few days ago...

Aesir didn't know what was wrong with him, he just snuggled into Han Jing's arms defenselessly, struggling painfully again and again.When he felt the child fall and start to poke its head, he screamed and his legs trembled so badly that he couldn't stand on his knees.

Han Jing tightly hugged his gradually shrinking body, he could feel the extreme pain that Aesir endured, and even couldn't control his strength, Aesir grabbed his shoulder as if venting, it seemed to be shattered.

Just when Han Jing thought his shoulder was broken and was about to be unable to hold Aesir in pain, Aesir actually let go, as if taking his last breath, and collapsed into Han Jing's arms.

"It's born." Aesir pressed against Han Jing's cheek, whispering with endless exhaustion.

Han Jing wept and choked with sobs, feeling that he had passed through the gate of life and death.He hugged Aesir and lay back on the bed. Aesir stayed up for four days and four nights, and he, who had damaged his origin, felt extremely tired and tired, and didn't want to move at all.

He asked Han Jing to tidy himself up. He felt relaxed and didn't think about anything. He just felt very comfortable, very comfortable now.

Han Jing picked up the newborn child, a daughter, who was much heavier than Catherine when she was born, which tortured Aesir for so long.Even Aesir's lower body was severely torn. Fortunately, the flawless body healed perfectly after the child fell to the ground, and the privacy that was once fully opened returned to its previous tightness and flawlessness.

Seeing that Aesir closed his legs slightly, as if he didn't want to look at him for a long time, Han Jing looked away and picked up his daughter.The same as when Catherine was born, she was just born, but her facial features were not squeezed and wrinkled at all, but well-defined, her skin was rosy and pink, and her amber eyes were watching her quietly.Her eyes are pure and clear, as if she can feel her father's love, the corners of her lips are soft and petite, slightly upturned.

It's just that her body exudes a faint soft light, because she absorbed a lot of Aesir's essence...?

Han Jing didn't know, but thought it was very cute and kind. She looked a lot like himself, a lot like Morris, and still had gray hair like Catherine.

"Look, it's a daughter." Han Jing sat beside Aesir and hugged her, "It's very cute, but it's just too disobedient, which made you feel uncomfortable for so long."

Touching his daughter's small face, thinking of his four days and nights of torture, Aesir's eyes had a rare fluctuation.

"worth it……"

"Let's call her Alyssa, Catherine likes it." Aesir replied softly, seemingly not surprised by the faint soft light on his daughter's body.

Just like back then, Aesir soon couldn't hold on anymore, showing deep tiredness, and fell asleep without any precautions in front of Han Jing.

Han Jing's heart is very complicated. Facing the person he loves most, the pain Aesir endured in order to give birth to his own child is unimaginable... He felt his mind was heavy and confused, and subconsciously began to escape, avoiding many things, I just keep telling myself to take care of Aesir first and take care of my two daughters who need me.

He stood by Aesir's side, holding the most familiar hand, and when Aesir was in extreme pain, he would always cry to himself, holding on to himself like he was holding on to the most precious and safest thing.Han Jing will never forget that feeling, it is the most sincere expression without any concealment.

As Han Jing thought about it, his heart ached, he lowered his head, and kissed Aesir's hand.

Aesir is still in a dream, lying quietly beside her, her long silver hair is scattered like silk satin, her face is very gentle, just like Morris, very at ease, relaxed naturally, without any worries or scruples, She is no longer so indifferent, arrogant and domineering.

In a trance, as if returning to the past, Han Jing was fascinated, his eyes were unconsciously as gentle as water, focusing on the person he loved deeply.

He didn't wake up from his contemplation until there was a light rush sound outside.

"Daddy!" As soon as Han Jing walked out of the hall, Catherine rushed forward, her eyes were red, as if she hadn't slept all night.

"Is father still in pain? Is he okay!?" Catherine was so anxious that she wanted to cry. She ran here twice, but each time Han Jing blocked her from seeing Aesir's pain.But Catherine could hear her father's wailing, which was very depressed and deep, but it was very painful, very painful, and she could feel the bond between father and daughter.

Han Jing hugged Catherine and said, "Don't cry, Catherine is good, your father is fine, he has given birth to a younger sister for you, and he is resting inside now."

"Don't wake him up later, he's very tired, don't distract him, and worry about you." Han Jing coaxed his daughter, and found that the stars in the night sky began to dim, and the dawn of the next day was coming.

Catherine nodded with a sob: "I know, I won't make my father angry in the future." She was really terrified, she didn't expect that she would make her father so uncomfortable.

Han Jing picked up his restless daughter and walked gently into the hall.

Catherine put her arms around Han Jing's shoulders, her amber eyes showed a strangeness.She ran here every day. When she first lived in the City of Gods, she slept in Aesir's arms for several days because of fear, and she never saw the beautiful scene in front of her.The ancient black and blue main hall exudes golden light, as if the veins of the earth are golden, blending into the whole main hall, continuously gathering to the father's bed.The surrounding Hver fluttered in the sky and the earth like a gentle evening wind, turning into countless strands of golden light, lingering around the entire hall.

how so?Catherine was very curious, and asked her father quietly. Han Jing also didn't know, thinking it was normal, because when he first entered the hall, when Aesir was struggling with dystocia, the whole hall looked like it is now.

"This is your sister, Alisa." Han Jing carried his second daughter in front of Catherine, and the two stayed beside Aesir.

Alisa quickly attracted Catherine's attention. Perhaps it was because of her natural closeness of blood, Catherine seemed very happy.

"She's so small and staring at me, Daddy!" Catherine lowered her voice.

Han Jing smiled warmly: "It's already very big, much heavier than when you were born, and it's why you have tormented your father for so long."

"You will be a sister in the future, and you must learn to take care of your sister."

"I know, I will take her to play." Catherine touched her sister's face, and there was a trace of sadness in her innocent smile, "She looks very beautiful, she looks like me, isn't she Daddy?"

"Of course, you are sisters, and the blood of me and your father is flowing in your body, isn't it different?"

"It's very similar, very similar to me before... Especially her eyes, it seems, it seems..." Catherine suddenly choked up, thinking of Duoshe, the saddest thing is that she is no longer the self born by her father.

The smile froze, and Han Jing's heart seemed to have been poured with cold water, and his whole body was icy cold—this daughter of his is also Rune, and Alisa also cannot escape Catherine's fate, she will be infected with the deadly cosmic plague, and will carry out a terrible seizure Otherwise, I can only watch them being tortured by illness and finally die.

This kind of pain, this kind of ending, was unbearable for Han Jing, and his bitter mood became confused again.

He had to close his eyes, his hands trembling a little, and hugged the sensitive Catherine into his arms.

"I like you, Maurice."

"I will make you happy, happier than when you were in the illusion of Atlantis..."

"I will be good to you forever, better than the illusion of Atlantis, I swear to you! So, can I propose to you?"

Nuan Nuan's words lingered in my ears, and as I spent time with him, my heart beat so fast, so fast...

Holding the album in his hand, each page depicts roses in full bloom, outlined in sterling silver, the petals are inlaid with ruby ​​fragments, and the green leaves are emeralds.But the warmth of the fingertips is not because of them, but because of the pictures of myself in the paintings. Although the paintings are not professional, they are perfect in my heart.

The self in the painting is smiling brightly and warmly like the sun, as if I can feel every bit of the illusion... Every stroke, every painting, is so sincere...

"I won't let anything happen to you, Maurice."

"No matter what happens, we will always be together? Isn't it?"

"Of course, I will always be with you."

I leaned over, leaned into his arms, greeted his kiss, let him touch my cheek, my long hair, so warm, so comfortable, I wanted to go on like this forever.

Aesir faintly woke up from the warm dream, did not open his eyes immediately, but remained silent for a while before opening his bright golden eyes.There was no coldness in his eyes, and with slight ripples, he felt his hand being held warmly.

He stayed by his side, fell asleep from exhaustion, and refused to let go of his hand...

Aesir was stunned, turned his head slightly, looked at the people around him, and saw that Han Jing was still wearing the ring that appeared in the dream.

Wedding ring……

The joy at that time was very clear, once again experiencing echoes in Aesir's heart, it was an uncontrollable emotion...

He frowned, and unconsciously, he gently held the other party back and held Han Jing.

He is very clear that Han Jing has never changed, whether it is the illusion of Atlantis or now, he will only cry for himself.And I didn't really let go. I didn't care about what I once firmly believed in, and even hated it. It was shattered when I was in the most pain. The pain, the pain made me cry, and when I knocked my shell layer by layer until it was bloody and bloody, what I longed for in my heart Only him.

He was the one who survived with him, and never let go of this hand...

Aesir's mood is hard to calm down, thinking of his own grievances, his own hatred, and his own tears, all are experiences that he has never experienced before. For the first time, he began to think deeply, and began to face up...

Suddenly feeling his hand was tightly held, Han Jing woke up from sleepiness and raised his head.

"How is it? Is there any discomfort?" Han Jing hurriedly hugged Aesir, who was about to get up, into his arms.

Aesir froze, then leaned into Han Jing's arms.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little tired." Aesir replied lightly, and found that the clothes on his body had changed, and he was stunned again, "Did you change it for me?"

"You just gave birth and your body is weak. I cleaned it up for you. I used very hot water, so the root cause of the disease would not be left."

"Catherine found the clothes. I'm not familiar with your daughter yet." Han Jing replied naturally, letting Aesir lean on his shoulder and take care of her like the last time after giving birth to Catherine.

Aesir nodded, and did not refute Han Jing's kindness.In fact, I just suffered severe damage to my source, and my flawless body has already recovered, so I don't need to rest like a human being.

"What do you want to eat? I want to make you some soup to help you recuperate."

"It's not necessary, I recovered very quickly. Besides, do you know what to do?" Aesir said because he didn't want Han Jing to be busy, or maybe he didn't want Han Jing to leave him.

Han Jing was silent for a moment, bitterness flashed in his eyes for a moment, but Aesir was keenly aware of it.

Han Jing quietly changed the topic, and kept his thoughts to himself. Some things...had changed in the end, and they could not return to the previous spiritual connection, without any concealment.

"Look at Alisa, Catherine has been with her just now." Han Jing hugged his second daughter, "I was afraid that Catherine would be too tired, so I asked her to go back to rest. She was very worried about you, and she didn't sleep last night."

"Look at her, she has beautiful eyes, she looks just like you..."

"You don't need to hold it up, you've been through for so long, just rely on me?"

Han Jing teased his daughter, Aesir didn't talk much, but obeyed Han Jing's wishes, and leaned quietly on Han Jing's shoulder.His spirit was still poor, but he just held on and responded to Han Jing lightly.

Suddenly feeling a slight heaviness in his shoulders, Aesir leaned his face against himself.Han Jing stopped, put his daughter between them, and put his arms around Aesir's waist.

"Are you tired?" Han Jing turned his head and couldn't help touching Aesir's face. The two were very close, so close that they could feel each other's intertwined breath.

Aesir was a little conflicted immediately, and Han Jing saw a very familiar look in his eyes, which was vaguely eager to welcome or refuse—this was the expression he had when he pursued Morris.

"Morris..." Han Jing couldn't help whispering, staring deeply at Aesir, thinking that he had lost him forever, but he didn't expect that he was still by his side, and the one-month separation seemed like a lifetime of pain, long and painful.

His eyes were a little sour, Han Jing couldn't describe his mood, but he really wanted to touch his face, really wanted to kiss him again.

The eye waves flowed quietly and intertwined...

Looking at the longing face, Han Jing couldn't help kissing her, and kissed her faint lips.He felt the person in his arms stiffen for a moment, but he didn't care about anything, just kissed lingeringly, and hugged the person he loved most tenderly.

The familiar breath, feeling the hand from the back of the shoulder caressing the waist, the slight touch, like the feeling in a dream... Aesir gradually relaxed, and responded to the other party with a little hesitation, only feeling indescribably addicted, Even the body is soft.From the ears, shoulders and neck, to the waist, every inch of skin in his body seemed to recover in an instant, and he clearly remembered the lingering and caressing in the past, making him unable to help but cling to Han Jing tightly, hoping to get deeper touch.

When he started to pant and actively entangled Han Jing's body, the bone-eating pleasure suddenly surged from his lower body, like a boiling tide flooding his whole body, Fang woke up in shock, and pulled away suddenly, his perfect face was instantly clouded. Sinking, very cold, very proud, but the body is very hot.

Sensing Aesir's abnormality, Han Jing was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized, how could he, who is so high above him, be willing to lie dormant under him?

He's a god, he's Rune, and he's just a race they created, humans...

I can't go back to everything, what am I dreaming about...?

Han Jing secretly laughed at himself.

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I have something to do tomorrow, so I may not have time to update, please forgive me.