After marrying Long Jun, he said that I climbed high

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow" a white fat baby who was excluded was eating Thumbs up, sitting naked on the ground and crying.

Fu Xuan gritted his teeth, gently pushed aside their encirclement, and picked up the fat baby in a strange way.

The eyes of the babies who were left alone gradually became bitter, and the fingernails suddenly turned black, and quickly grew several inches outward.

The doll lying in Fu Xuan's arms was confident, and her fat little hands grabbed the clothes on Fu Xuan's chest, bluffing, "Cenene~Cenene~"

Feeling an unprecedented threat, Xiaojiao climbed onto Fu Xuan's shoulder and opened his mouth wide as if to eat people.

"Cui Lang, don't scare the baby like this."

Fu Xuan grabbed the doll's lotus root arm with a headache, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, but I'm a man, not your mother, and I don't have a tummy."

The little baby wailed and said: "I want to drink, my mother will accompany me, mother, please don't leave, okay?"

Fu Xuan patiently wiped the baby's tears, "Okay, okay, as long as you stop crying."

"Axuan, why are you so gentle with a ghost baby?" Xiaojiao snorted softly, and then detected the abnormality in the forest, he restrained his voice: "No, there are pure monsters hidden here!"

Cui Yan originally thought that this place was full of scumbags and would not be able to make a big difference.

But once the devil is involved, the nature is very different. It concerns the Three Realms, and he can't just sit idly by.

"Axuan, you are here to play with these ghost dolls, I will go back when I go." Cui Yan said reluctantly, and quietly left the ring in his cuff before leaving.

Ghost doll?

So this is what he really said. He despises ghosts openly and secretly, and he doesn't care about giving birth to ghost babies by himself.

Those fertility drugs that he took before were more unappetizing than ingot candles, they were all empty joys that he lied to himself.Anyway, Cui Yan doesn't like it, so he doesn't need to risk pregnancy.

The best of both worlds.

Fu Xuan was engrossed in his thoughts, but the baby in his arms changed drastically.

The original snow-white skin instantly turned black, his pupils glowed with green light, his fingernails cut through the fabric like sharp knives, Fu Xuan has a mortal body beside him in the world, not only can he feel the pain, but also take it for granted will bleed.

He wanted to call for help to the two fellow Taoists, but he didn't expect that their situation was not much better than his own. Their hands and feet were entangled by branches, and their eyes, ears, mouth and nose were sealed with red mud by the baby.

I didn't expect that my momentary soft-heartedness would actually lead to a catastrophe. If I guessed correctly, these babies wanted to give birth in the belly, so as to get rid of the body of the resentful spirit.

And because I was wearing a red wedding dress, they mistook him for a woman and wanted to use him as a womb for ghosts.

The seemingly harmless child in front of him is actually the one with the most resentment among them!

His sharp nails waved on his stomach like peeling skin.

"Hmm..." Fu Xuan uttered in pain, wanting to ask the man for help.

"Rescue Cui Lang"

Before he could say the word 'I', his mouth was stuffed with red mud.

The winding branches pinned Fu Xuan to the ground, and he could only watch the densely packed babies crawl towards him with greedy eyes.

Tears poured into the eye sockets and seeped into the hair.

He probably couldn't even be a ghost, he closed his eyes in despair, he was a sexy ghost after all, and he really didn't want to see himself in such an ugly state that he was about to be ripped out.

When it's over, everything will return to silence.

In Cui Yan's eyes, the value of his own ghost birth is beyond consideration, and whoever he loves and who he doesn't love in the long years to come has nothing to do with him.

I can't tell whether I'm happy or unhappy, and I can't even call it relief.

He was like a ship with a big hole in it, hopelessly moving forward in the waves, not knowing which wave would turn him over completely.

The body became heavier and heavier, as if about to fall into the suffocating deep sea.

Just when Fu Xuan thought he was about to die, there seemed to be a powerful warmth in his stomach supporting him, fighting against these ghost babies.

"Cough." He coughed violently, choked up a mouthful of blood, and spit out the red mud in his mouth.

A brilliant white light appeared in front of Fu Xuan's eyes for a short time, with overwhelming power.

It shattered all the babies who were lying on him and trying to penetrate his belly one after another.

Yes, all of them, all broken.

But the danger remains.

Xu Rufeng stepped on the flowing clouds, skimmed through the forest, and stood firmly on a thick branch.

He looked down with pity, looking down at the baby soul pieces all over the place, this is the ghost slave he took a lot of effort to raise.

So Xu Rufeng aimed his hatred at Fu Xuan, and said sneeringly: "You are a weak ghost, and you are like a hero to save the beauty. I don't know whether to praise you for your courage, or call you stupid. It's ridiculous, really ridiculous!"

As soon as the bone flute blew, the bones broke through the earth and were born.

His boneless face was already covered with scars, charcoal black face, empty eyes, and the armor was like a heavy shackle, which was extremely unsuitable for his skinny body.

He heard the music and walked towards himself, his footsteps were thunderous.

Fu Xuan's stomach hurt unbearably, he kicked his legs on the ground in embarrassment, exerted force with his elbows, and retreated steadily.

"It's only your fault for meddling in other people's business!" Xu Rufeng ordered in a dark tone, "I want him to fly out of his wits!"

Bu Huagu received the order with a blank face, flew to Fu Xuan with one foot, and grabbed Fu Xuan's ankle.

The sound of the flute keeps changing.

Fu Xuan's desperate resistance was useless, and he lost control of his pale lips and said, "Don't kill me, please!"

After finally crawling out of the wolves, he immediately fell into the tiger's lair. He could accept death once, but he lingered on the line of life and death again and again, which made him mentally collapsed several times.

Bu Huagu couldn't understand human speech, and only listened to the bone flute. His big palm with a broken little finger stretched out towards Fu Xuan.

With a sound of 'crash', Fu Xuan fell heavily to the other side, and the red wedding dress turned into scattered rags, covering his body unbearably.

Belly is still bleeding out.

It stained the top of the ring pendant that fell from the cuff, and the blood seeped into the inside along the jade color, glowing faintly.

Just when Fu Xuan thought that he was bound to die, Bu Huagu stared at the red rope around his waist fascinated.

This red rope is also the pattern he wrapped himself when he was in the world. Although it is not stunningly beautiful, it is unique.

An incredible idea sprouted in Fu Xuan's mind.

Does Buhuagu recognize the red rope, or think about it further, would he recognize himself before he was alive?

Xu Rufeng still saw the appearance of Bu Huagu losing control, and knew that there would be endless troubles if the ghost kept it, so he accelerated the sound of the flute, trying to get rid of it quickly.

Sure enough, the evil spirit on Bu Hua Gu's body was activated again, and his eyeballs were full of killing.