The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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In the evening, after Zhaoyan finished washing, he lay on the bed for a long time and did not see Xiao Su coming back.

He turned over, kicked off the quilt, and began to undo his clothes, exposing his protruding belly.

Zhaoyan raised his hand to touch it, feeling the shape for a while, probably dissatisfied, his delicate brows slowly frowned.

"I've grown up, but I can't tell whether it's sharp or flat..." Zhaoyan poked his soft belly with his index finger, "Usually... I eat sweet ones, and sour ones..."

"I seem to like more sour food..."

Realizing this, Zhao Yan suddenly sat up from the bed, pursing his lips tightly.

Xu Shi was immersed in his own thoughts, he didn't notice the spell that appeared on the bedside, and he didn't even notice that Xiao Su walked out of the spell.

Xiao Su wanted to stretch out his hand to take the little thing into his arms, but when he saw the scattered clothes on the other side's shoulders, he simply stayed behind Zhaoyan and looked at the other side's actions.

Zhaoyan looked down at his stomach again, with an anxious expression on his face.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Xiao Su's mouth, laughing at the fact that the other party's head is not big, but his ability to think wildly is constantly improving.

Sitting blankly for a while, Zhaoyan suddenly sighed deeply, gathered his clothes up briefly, and put them back on the pillow.

Rubbing his eyes, he was going to sleep, but Xiao Su's face suddenly enlarged and appeared in front of him.

"!" Zhaoyan was startled, and got up from the bed before lying still, "Why are you silent?"

Xiao Su picked up his lips and smiled: "I thought you were playing some interesting game on the bed, you even had to take off your clothes."

Zhao Yan's face turned red all of a sudden, and he shook his head: "I didn't play the game, it's not what you think. I just looked at the shape of my stomach..."

"Tsk, if you want to play, it's not that I can't help you." Xiao Su deliberately teased, he sat down beside the bed, wrapped his hands around Zhao Yan's waist from behind, and pulled him into his arms, "It's so soft."

Zhao Yan wanted to refute at first, but after the whole person lay in Xiao Su's arms, the only thing he wanted to do was puff out his stomach, blushing and motioned for the other party to touch him.

Xiao Su put his palm on their child, his lips pressed against Zhao Yan's ear, and said with a smile, "Why do you look at the shape of the stomach?"

"I heard before that a boy with a pointed belly and a girl with a flat belly." Zhaoyan said in a low voice, "but the baby hasn't grown up yet, so I can't feel it."

Xiao Su heard the words, traced the opponent's belly with his eyes: "Do you also believe the folk nonsense?"

"Then what should I do? The ABO world prohibits checking the gender of the baby, and I'm really curious."

Xiao Su tilted his head and kissed the other party's milky white neck, "Why are you suddenly curious?"

Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes itchyly, trying to crawl out of Xiao Su's embrace with hands and feet.

Xiao Su grabbed his waist and dragged him back, pressed his hot chest firmly against his thin back, and asked, "Yanyan, do you want a boy or a girl?"

Zhaoyan was caught, so he could only sit still obediently.He tilted his head, pouted and kissed Xiao Su's face, begging in a low voice, "I want a girl..."

"Aren't you afraid that she will be tired?" Xiao Su smiled, "I don't want our daughter to suffer."

"What?" Zhaoyan couldn't understand, and looked up at Xiao Su in confusion, "I don't have to be as tired as you when I have a girl. I don't want my baby to bear such a big responsibility, and I don't want it to be beaten if it does something wrong." .”

"Whether it's a man or a woman, it will be in charge of the entire Jinshan and protect the Moxiu clan." Xiao Su gently stroked his stomach along his stomach to appease Zhaoyan's emotions, "Girls are delicate and precious, such a heavy task Are you willing to put it on her thin shoulders?"

"But you didn't say that before..." Zhaoyan clutched Xiao Su's clothes in discomfort, "You said you were going to have a boy, so Jinshan was in charge...so you want a boy..."

"Yanyan, boys are more suitable."

"But, that, that won't work!" Zhaoyan's eyes were red instantly, and he stumbled a little because of anxiety, "I am an omega, you are not an alpha, I will definitely not be able to give birth to an alpha, and when the time comes, I will give birth to an omega, no matter the boy It's still a girl, it's thinner than beta and alpha... In case it has a lover, becomes pregnant like me, but still has to fight for others, I feel bad..."

"Complicated physiological relationship." Xiao Su commented.

"Xiao Su..." Looking at his calm expression, Zhao Yan knew that the other party didn't listen to his words at all.

He was anxious for a long time, and then kissed Xiao Su's chin as if to flatter him, hoping that Xiao Su would find someone to guard Jinshan again and not choose their child.

He hoped that his child would be an ordinary person, with no heavy responsibilities on his shoulders, and no need for an identity that bound the child's hands and feet like shackles from birth.

Under Xiao Su's initiative, the flames between his eyebrows glowed bright orange red.

He carefully put Zhaoyan down on the bed, and kissed back eagerly.

"You haven't, promise me..." Zhaoyan continued to plead, "Don't want our baby, like you..."

"Yanyan, this is a responsibility and an honor." Xiao Su's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were darker than before.

He buried it in his neck, which smelled so good, and carefully felt the sweet peach scent.

"Our child is the only choice. No one should replace it and sacrifice for it. My parents have been guarding Moxiu until death, and I am the same. Our child is naturally... Yanyan!"

Before Xiao Su finished speaking, a strong force suddenly came from his chest and waist, pushing him aside.

Xiao Su, who was already lying beside the bed, didn't pay attention and fell off the bed.

Then came the pillow that hit him in the face.

With red eyes, Zhao Yan pulled down the black gauze curtain fiercely, stared at Xiao Su, and said in a crying voice, "Go, sleep outside. Don't touch my belly, and don't hug me for dinner tomorrow."

Xiao Su fell a little dazed.

The little thing's boldness seems to be expected, but it is indeed and completely unexpected.

Heavenly Demon, who had never been so embarrassed for thousands of years, threw the pillow that Zhaoyan had thrown aside, and reached out to pull the gauze curtain without taking care of the hair scattered on his shoulders.

"Yanyan, if you have something to say, let's talk it out. You first pull the gauze curtain away."

Zhao Yan held on tightly to the gauze curtain to prevent Xiao Su from entering.

"I gave birth to a baby, not for you. I want it to choose how it will live in the future..."

Xiao Su rubbed his temples with a headache, stared at the gauze curtain for a few seconds, and his tone sank: "Do you really want me to sleep elsewhere?"

Through a layer of black veil, Zhao Yan seemed to see the dark complexion of the other party, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

"Let's go, you're scary, it's best not to see each other for a few days." Zhao Yan insisted on his own opinion, the red circles under his eyes became more and more serious, but he didn't let the tears fall out.

Xiao Su frowned, breathing heavily: "This matter can't be up to you."

"..."

"Shall we discuss it again?"

Zhaoyan refused: "It's nothing, it's negotiable. I have a high probability of giving birth to an omega..."

Xiao Su stood still.

After a while, he flicked his sleeves abruptly, turned and left.

Seeing him go, Zhaoyan lay down slowly, pulled the quilt to cover his face.

He almost relented, but when he thought of how Zhemo and the others were injured today, and they had to go down to receive the punishment before they even had time to eat, Zhao Yan felt uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

It's not that he doesn't know how painful it is to be hit by a stick. If the stick is replaced with a whip and a sword with spiritual power, how much pain must be endured to recover a life from the bruises...

Zhaoyan's eyes were closed tightly, and even his fists were clenched.

Uncompromising, on this point.

As soon as Xiao Su stepped out of the door, he turned into a cloud of black mist and went back again.

His phantom got into the gauze curtain, looked at the little things in the bedding, and sighed.

Xiao Su didn't move at all, and when he saw Zhaoyan's body trembling slightly, he couldn't hold back any longer.

Turning into a human form, he stretched out his hand, and slowly pulled the quilt away. After seeing Zhaoyan's drenched eyelashes, Xiao Su hugged him into his arms.