The salted fish attack made the master carry the cub

The child is almost five months old, and Master's stomach is much bigger. Although it is not to the extent that it is inconvenient to move, wearing loose clothes can't block the stomach at all.

Master Qi Wushen's plan to gain weight has achieved some success, and Zong Wu's ribs and wrists are no longer as tight as before.

Having said that, the speed of growing flesh is far behind the speed of fetal growth.

The bulging pregnant belly was in stark contrast to the master's slender body. When she was wearing clothes, she didn't think it was that exaggerated.Take off your clothes and look again, the situation is completely different.

That was the fourth episode of love poison.

The full moon hangs high outside the window, but inside the house is not as beautiful as the previous few outbreaks of love poison.

The boy stared at his bulging stomach for a long time, then sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Zong Wu who was ready.

He was stunned and then said: "Master, this love poison... Is there any way to make it stop attacking?"

Zong Wu: "..."

Qi Wushen glanced again, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid of hurting the child."

Zong Wu: "..."

When he was first pregnant, the fetus was unstable and there was a possibility of miscarriage. Now that the child is so big, he couldn't understand the worry of the little apprentice.

"Is it uncomfortable?" Qi Wushen bent down on the master's abdomen, and could faintly hear the indistinct heartbeat.

That feeling was very strange, before he knew that Shizun was pregnant with a cub, but now it was a completely different feeling.

——For the first time, he truly realized that there was a fresh life conceived there.

Suddenly, Master's stomach moved.

The boy immediately raised his head excitedly: "Master, it, it, it, it kicked me!"

Zong Wu: "..."

He originally wanted to urge the young man to get rid of the poison quickly, but seeing the excited and bright smile of the young man, he couldn't bear to speak for a moment.

The boy's hand touched the pregnant belly back and forth several times, as if seeing something new, it made Zong Wu itchy, and his eyelashes trembled.

"Don't touch blindly." Zong Wu took the little apprentice's hand and led him to touch it little by little.

The boy caressed for a while, then suddenly spoke.

"Master, I remember the time when you just taught me how to draw talismans."

Zong Wu: "..."

This metaphor is not appropriate at all, but the corresponding memory has unconsciously surfaced.

When he first entered Jiuchongtian, Qi Wushen was unhappy with Zong Wu, even if he was accepted as a disciple, he didn't have the consciousness of being a disciple.He obviously learned something, but when Zong Wu was assessed, he pretended not to know it and wrote nonsense.

At first Zong Wu would point out a few words, but the young man was stubborn and still messed around.

Zong Wu was simple-minded and didn't fully know that the young man was aiming at him. He only knew that this thing must be learned, so he took Qi Wushen's hand and wrote stroke by stroke.

If you can't do it once, you can do it twice, and if you can't do it twice, you can do it three times.

At first the young man wanted to embarrass the master, but in the end he realized that he was embarrassing himself, so he hurriedly wrote the matter.

Zong Wu thought briefly, at that time he was holding the little apprentice's handwriting, but now he was holding the little apprentice's hand to explore him.

His heart beat suddenly, as if reminding him of something.

Zong Wu's heart sank, and he silently warned himself, at the same time, he let go of Qi Wushen's hand, and deliberately lowered his face to urge: "Don't touch it, and deal with serious business."

The young man remembered his original plan, and took advantage of his love to force the master to give up the ruthless way.

But... in the current situation, he really couldn't bear to do it.

Qi Wushen got up and touched the head of the bed, put away the small props that he planned to use, and sat back on the bed again.

"Master, I'm still worried, can I leave it to you to handle it yourself?"

"..."

The young man felt that his words were reasonable, but in Zong Wu's ears, he felt that the little apprentice was molesting him.

However, he is not a person who talks a lot, seeing the little apprentice lying flat like a salted fish, he didn't argue any more.

"Then you are not allowed to..."

"No what?"

Zong Wu lowered his head, his voice was like a mosquito.

"No tricks are allowed."

"Okay." The boy agreed with a smile.

For a moment, "Hmm..." was a painful murmur.

Zong Wu frowned slightly: "I...wrong?"

The young man shook his head: "No, Master has done a good job, just relax and take your time."

"it is good."

In the past, Qi Wushen was the apprentice and Zong Wu was the master.

Now the two have switched places, and he is in Pope Wu.

The young man admired Zong Wu's earnest appearance, and wanted to touch the master's side face with messy blue hair and the red mole under his eyes, but he didn't dare to move for fear of disrupting the master's rhythm.

"Master, you are so pretty." Qi Wushen raised his head to see Master's delicate face, and the thin beads of sweat on his temples, and praised involuntarily.

Zong Wu didn't speak, only intermittent breathing could barely be regarded as a response.

The bean lanterns are jumping, and the shadows of the candles are flickering.

The room was too quiet, and the boy wanted to say something to fill it up.

"Master, do you like it?"

"Master, can this disciple name the child?"

"Master, after returning to Jiuchongtian, can this disciple move into your room?"

"Master, don't practice the way of ruthlessness, how good is it for us to be like this?"

Qi Wushen talked more and more, but Zong Wu's brows became more and more tightly wrinkled, but he had some difficulty breathing, let alone speaking.

After a long time, the boy let out a comfortable sigh.

Zong Wu also fell on the bed exhausted.

"Master, your mouth is so sweet." The young man gnawed on Zong Wu's lower lip, and was about to kiss him again, but his neck was grabbed by the slender hands like jade bamboo.

"Do you know what it means to kill the father and keep the son?" Zong Wu didn't move his body, only his head turned around stubbornly, and there were a few strands of disobedient hair that curled up in embarrassment.

Fierce, with stubborn eyes, but like a kitten with fur.

The boy's originally smirking expression suddenly loosened and turned into an exaggerated smile, with even the corners of his mouth raised high.

"Master, that's great! You finally admit that the child belongs to a disciple!"

"..."

Zong Wu started to sulk, turned his head away, ignored the little apprentice, and even pulled the quilt to cover his head. It was very obvious that he just didn't want to listen to his flirtatious words.

Qi Wushen saw that Master was getting awkward, immediately surrounded him from behind, and coaxed him with a soft voice, but Zong Wu sometimes, even if he doesn't like soft and hard things, it's useless to coax him.

At this time, the boy can only use his trump card.

"Master—" the tone was sticky, and he rubbed his head against Zong Wu, "Don't be angry, anger is not good for children."

He reached out to touch the child again, but Zong Wu stopped him with his elbow.

"I won't be angry if you go out." His tone was cold, but the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, clearly looking at the little apprentice from the corner of his eye.

The young man let out an "oh" with a little disappointment, as if he was about to get up, Zong Wu also slightly loosened the quilt covering his face, at this moment, the little apprentice put it on again, and said meanly: "But, you are now In my room."

"..." After a pause, Zong Wu added the second half of the sentence, "Then I'll go."

He made a gesture to get up, the young man was unwilling to walk back after his master had just finished exercising, so he had to put on his clothes and go for a drive in the courtyard at night.

Maybe it was because of suffering, Zong Wu used to deal with the poison at the beginning, the young man had restrained a lot these few times, when he left the room, it was only Yinshi.

At Yinshi, the sky is no longer as dark and dense as it is in the middle of the night, but rather thin, like ink added to water.

The yard is very big, Qi Wushen walked and strolled endlessly, killing time, and was going to sneak back when the master fell asleep.

Because of the previous incident, the two of them didn't have much time to get close, and the only remaining intimacy was thanks to that damn love poison.

The young man thought of the group of peacock demons and the things that had not been investigated, and his mood was a little complicated.

——I have to find time to contact Nan Tianzun a few more times.

As he thought of this, a few vague but thick gasps suddenly came from his ears.

Originally, everything is silent, only when the summer insects are chirping, how can there be human voices?What's more, this house doesn't have a village in front of it and a store in the back, so it can't be people from Daizui Village who came here?

The young man thought carefully, remembering the matter of the last plaque spirit, his first reaction was that there was something strange in this house.

He stepped lightly, pricked up his ears to listen carefully, but found that the movement was more like someone practicing, and it was not a single person, but a group of people.

Bang, bang, bang—

It's a stake.

Haas Haas Haas.

It's running.

ahhh-

this voice...

He couldn't tell what it was doing, but he could tell that the owner of the voice was Ji Sheng.

The boy pushed aside the tall bushes in front of him, and the warm yellow light shone in through the gaps in the dense leaves. Although he still couldn't see the situation on the other side clearly, he could hear the voice more clearly.

"Master Sheng, don't stop, don't stop! If you stop, the dart will hit your ass in no time."

"I, I——" Ji Sheng was out of breath, cursing as he ran, "I just want to lose weight and be thinner! Are you using death darts?!"

Qi Wushen: "..."

It turned out that I was not practicing qigong, but losing weight.

The young man sighed silently, saying that this group of people used their spiritual power to recover, if Ji Yuan knew about it, how would they react.

"We all want to lose weight. You lose weight by running, and I lose weight by playing darts. Is there something wrong?" It was Ji Da who spoke.

Ji Sheng shouted again: "Then why are you only chasing after me and not Xiaozhu?"

"Because you are our young master, I don't know him well."

Qi Wushen: "..."

He didn't listen carefully, he backed out of the bushes, and was about to continue his walk, when he suddenly saw a crimson mass running towards him in the thin night.

The same Haas pant, the same round body, not for nothing, who else?

Dodging the group of people in front, but collided with the flamingo head-on, this was also unexpected by Qi Wushen.

"Hehe, you're here to lose weight too." The boy said hello to Bai Bai with an awkward smile.

In vain, a pair of small mung bean eyes flashed by, and his boot-like long beak was not aimed at the young man, but the words he said were still questioning.

"Why are you here?"

"Come out for a walk."

The boy was embarrassed to say that he was kicked out by Zong Wu.

In the next second, a cold light flashed in Baibai's small mung bean eyes.

"Didn't he have a love attack today? You just threw him in the room like this?! You are still a fucking person! He is still pregnant with your child! He has trouble turning over recently, and he can't sleep well every day. You just like that To him?!" The roar came like a cannonball.

"..." Qi Wushen was startled when he heard that it was inconvenient to turn over and sleep well.

Just as he was about to explain, there was a rustling sound from the bushes behind him.

Several other people heard the sound and came to check.

Several lines of sight surrounded the boy.

"Hey, why are you here? Didn't you accompany Zunjun?"

"That's right, we came here to exercise because we were afraid of disturbing you, but you still came out in the middle of the night?"

Inquiries ensued.

At that moment, Qi Wushen had the illusion that he was a scumbag who abandoned his wife and children, which he still couldn't clear up.

He paused for a moment, then hesitated to speak.

"Perhaps I can explain?"

However, he didn't have a chance to quibble at all, so he was rushed back to the room surrounded by several people.

The moment the door was opened, it happened that Master was struggling to turn over while supporting his stomach.

Looking at each other, Zong Wu's movements were obviously a little more cramped.

The author says:

Yin time: [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am;

According to Du Niang, fetal movement starts at 18-20 weeks.

The author has no experience!