The beautiful teacher is pregnant with a cub

The Emperor of Heaven suddenly tightened his fists, and looked at the person on the bed in disbelief. The person was breathing shallowly through the red gauze, and his lower abdomen might be slightly swollen because he was full, but it appeared inexplicably as if he was pregnant. His anger was uncontrollable and seemed to burn him.

Yao Jun only felt his body lighten, and he had been sent out of Shuanghua Palace.

The Emperor of Heaven lifted the red gauze, and the gauze flew up, showing the master's anger.

Rong Mushuang was awakened by the rough movement of the neck, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the angry eyes of the Emperor of Heaven. Those phoenix eyes had never shown such an obvious look.

Rong Mushuang was slightly taken aback, this is who provoked him, to provoke him to such a rage.

Although the Emperor of Heaven was furious, he didn't have the heart to hurt the person on the bed after all, he just turned over and pressed on him, grabbed Rong Mushuang's neck with one hand, he gritted his teeth and said: "Rong, Mu, Shuang!"

Rong Mushuang was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

The Emperor of Heaven let go of his neck, held him with both hands and lifted him above his head, and slowly touched his lower abdomen with one hand. The lower abdomen under his palms undulated slightly, as if he could already feel the life.

The Emperor of Heaven was so angry that his eyes were red: "You are pregnant with his little dragon cub?! Rong Mushuang, how could you do this to me?!"

Rong Mushuang was stunned by his yelling, a little dazed.

What did God say?He was pregnant with a little dragon cub?Are you bluffing him again?

Rong Mushuang thought so, and said: "Aren't you bluffing me again?"

"You don't know?" The Heavenly Emperor stared at Rong Mushuang's not-so-clear eyes, slightly stunned.

Immediately he smiled: "You don't know? Hahaha, Rong Mushuang, since you don't believe me, let's try it."

Rong Mushuang frowned: "What are you going to do again?"

Not to mention that his limbs are restrained, his spiritual power is suppressed by chains, and his hands are held by the Emperor of Heaven, making it difficult to move, just like fish on a chopping board being slaughtered.

The Emperor of Heaven gently rubbed his hand on his lower abdomen, gently as if the anger overflowing in his eyes was an illusion, but the more he was like this, the more frightened Rong Mushuang became, and he even struggled slightly, trying to escape The palm of the emperor.

The Heavenly Emperor suddenly showed a cruel smile, with a little force in his hand, he pressed down on Rong Mushuang's lower abdomen slowly, and the spiritual power flowed in his palm, which disappeared in a flash, and sank into Rong Mushuang's abdomen.

Rong Mushuang only felt a dull pain in his lower abdomen, as if he had been punched violently, displacing all his internal organs, and the thin sweat on his forehead immediately evaporated densely, his face was pale, and all the blood on his lips faded up.

Something in his lower abdomen turned the world upside down, and the pain made him feel like a fish landing on the shore. He struggled, but was firmly held down by the Emperor of Heaven, and he could only be forced to bear the pain.

He couldn't help but burst out, and cried out in pain: "His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven...let go!"

The Emperor of Heaven ignored him, as if he was determined to kill the dragon cub in his belly.

Rong Mushuang's chest heaved violently, and her breathing was intermittent.

In the dull pain, Rong Mushuang felt the faint spiritual power spreading out from his lower abdomen. It was the spiritual power that he once wanted to gather in his dantian but finally disappeared.

So that's the case, he asked why he was fused with soul and soul, and the transformation period has passed, but the spiritual power still can't be healed, it turned out that he was pregnant with a little dragon cub, and the spiritual power was used to nourish this little thing.

For the first time, Mu Shuang felt the life in her lower abdomen, but now that life is threatened and will be wiped out.

Rong Mushuang's eyes turned red, and he struggled fiercely, ignoring the pain of the chain on his wrist, he broke the chain on his right wrist abruptly, the chain was woven by the spiritual power of the Emperor of Heaven, and now he was forcibly After breaking through, he suffered a bit of backlash suddenly, and his hands stopped.

Rong Mushuang broke free from one hand, and regained a little of her spiritual power, but the wrist was cut deeply by the chain, revealing thick white bones, and was washed by blood, it looked extremely terrifying, and that hand was useless to ordinary people. up.

Bisheng Rong Mushuang didn't realize it, and waved the Emperor of Heaven away with one hand, and summoned the Danyue Sword, and the sword's light was cold and pointed directly at the Emperor of Heaven's heart.

The Emperor of Heaven's eyes fell on Rong Mushuang's bloody hand, as if a basin of cold water had extinguished his anger, leaving only worry and self-blame: "Mushuang, put down your sword and let me see your sword!" hand."

Just as he was about to walk over, Rong Mushuang's eyes were cold, and as he moved, the tip of the sword didn't give way, as if he didn't know anything about his hand.

He just said one word coldly: "Get lost."

The Tanyue sword can't stop the Emperor of Heaven's footsteps, he can swing the sword away, but at this moment it is obvious that Rong Mushuang hates him, the Emperor of Heaven can only move forward, the cold sword is on his heart, as long as he takes another step forward, will be pierced by a sword.

Rong Mushuang didn't withdraw his sword, but just looked at him indifferently, as if he had never seen this person before.

And the Heavenly Emperor kept walking, one step forward, the Tanyue sword directly pierced the silver robe, pierced into the heart, blood spilled out and the white robe was fainted.

Rong Mushuang didn't close the sword, and the Emperor of Heaven didn't seem to feel the pain, and walked towards Rong Mushuang step by step, the sword went deeper into his body until he could touch Rong Mushuang's hand.

Rong Mushuang took back his hand in an instant, and did not take back the Tanyue sword, but raised his hand to untie the chain on his left hand. The chain had no opening at all, so he had to use the most direct way to break free. Hurt himself again, pull out the Tanyue sword and go straight to Rong Mushuang.

Rong Mushuang quickly retreated to the bed, looking at the Heavenly Emperor with precaution.

The Emperor of Heaven pursed his lips and sat down beside the bed. His white robe was stained red with blood.

Seeing him approaching, Rong Mushuang said coldly: "Don't force me to kill you, even if my spiritual power is not healed, I can kill you with all my might."

The Emperor of Heaven had never seen Rong Mushuang who was so ruthless. What he saw was alienated and indifferent. He also saw cute and cute ones. The current appearance was forced by him.

He also knew that he was dazzled by jealousy and anger just now, and went so far as to hurt Rong Mushuang's body, now he put on all his defenses and reached out to touch Rong Mushuang's injured right hand.

Rong Mushuang stared at him unmoved, as if as long as his hand stretched towards his lower abdomen, that person would cut off his hand.

The Emperor of Heaven carefully placed Rong Mushuang's right hand in his palm, looked at the exposed bone, felt so distressed, and cast a spell to heal the hand quickly.

Rong Mushuang's right hand healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, the skin was regenerated, the blood on the hand was wiped away, and the pain disappeared immediately.

The Emperor of Heaven held his hand and did not let go, just lowered his head and apologized to him: "I'm sorry, little silver dragon, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry..."

Rong Mushuang closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a tear rolled down her face from the end of her eyes, which was caused by being too excited just now.

He just leaned against the bed and relieved all his strength, like a fragile white swan amidst the layers of red gauze, beautiful and fragile.

The Emperor of Heaven rubbed his wrist twice, and with a thought, the chain between Rong Mushuang's left hand and ankle disappeared instantly, and the sense of restraint was completely gone.

Almost at the same time, Rong Mushuang threw off the hand of the Emperor of Heaven and ran out of the Tiangong.

However, the moment he passed the Emperor of Heaven, he was grabbed by the hand, and he was taken into the arms of the man.

The man hugged him tightly, buried his head on Rong Mushuang's neck and shoulders, and said in a muffled voice: "Mu Shuang, don't go, don't leave me again. I was wrong, I won't hurt you again, little dragon cub... I They will also be raised as their own cubs."

For a moment, Rong Mushuang almost thought that it was Gu Chenli who was buried on his neck and shoulders.

The tone and action are so similar.

Gu Chenli followed Rong Mushuang for a while, and suddenly asked him: "Master, can I call my disciple again?"

Rong Mushuang turned around, a little puzzled: "Ah Chen?"

Gu Chenli smiled, and suddenly stopped in his tracks. Just as Rong Mushuang was about to speak, he saw all the devilish energy around Gu Chenli rushing towards him, directly engulfing him, without even giving him a chance to speak again.

Gu Chenli suppressed his smile, turned around and walked deeper.

Although his master's hands are white, they are like suet white jade, the knuckles are a little bloody, not like that ghost, they are as pale as claws.

Dare to transform into the appearance of his master, it's too cheap to lose your soul.

It's just that Rong Mushuang's "A Chen" echoing in his ears became the motivation for him to move on.

Every time he took a step deeper, tens of thousands of ghosts rushed towards him, clamoring to tear him apart and devour him. The devilish energy on his body became heavier and darker, and his blood color became thicker and thicker.

He is not afraid of anything, no matter how many ghosts and ghosts there are, they are just clouds to him.

He was afraid that he would not see his master, Rong Mushuang who was as cold as the moon.

The author has something to say: Emperor of Heaven: It doesn't matter, I will treat it as my own son.

Rong Mushuang: Hehe.

Gu Chenli: Can I cancel the tuba?

I'm sorry, I take back my words that Heavenly Emperor and Gu Chenli are the same person, and I declare that they are not!

Let the ashes be thrown away.