"What's wrong?" Jun Mo felt that the little hand he was holding in his palm trembled a little. Take a side look.

Xiaoyu's face was pale. Biting his lower lip in extreme pain.

There was a tugging pain in Xiaoyu's abdomen. It's only been more than three months. There shouldn't be another accident.

"Jun Mo. I...... My stomach hurts."

Jun Mo was in a hurry. The face was pale. Hurriedly picked up Xiao Yuheng and went back to the room.

"I can't do it, Junmo. It hurts."

Xiao Yu, who was lying on the bed, kept rolling over. Sweat was already soaking the hem of her clothes. Wet strands of hair stick to the face.

"I'm going to die......" Xiaoyu roared with a crying voice. The hand that grabbed Jun Mo was already bloody: "It's all your fault. It's all your fault............ Yes. I hurt so much."

"Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu. Listen to me. Listen to me." The corners of Junmo's eyes are moist. Hold her hard in your arms. Kissing her on the cheek over and over again:

"It's all my fault. It's not good for me. You have to hold on. As long as you're good. It's up to you to do with it."

Xiao Yu only felt a squeezing pain in her lower abdomen. A tearing sensation came from the lower body. Labor pains are like an awl. There is a knotted poke of her internal organs.

"Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu, don't be nervous."

Jun Mo hugged Xiao Yu tightly. This is more like saying it to yourself. He didn't think about it. If it's a jade cicada. It will be produced at full term. Now. It must be that his own cultivation has long been unable to maintain the children's primordial bodies.

All of a sudden. Jun Mo's hand on her shoulder trembled slightly. He never regretted giving up the chance to be Jackie Chan. He didn't regret breaking Nedan at all. Just to leave this wonderful memory. No matter what the cost. He also had to keep her look in mind. Because of her. is the only purpose of his life.

"Ahh Slim Dust almost bit her lip. A tearing sensation came from the lower body. Suddenly. Feel something slip out of your lower body.

The pain felt a lot better. Xiao Yu looked at Jun Mo in surprise. The panting voice is extremely heavy. It's weird. What's going on. How it doesn't hurt anymore.

"Help me up."

Xiaoyu looked at Jun Mo. Jun Mo's heavy complexion changed. I'm afraid she will see something in her eyes. Randomly holding his forehead, he looked at Xiaoyu with a painful face. Like something was wrong. I'm afraid that Xiaoyu will be punished. Reluctantly helped her up.

Xiaoyu passed the sweat on her forehead. I've heard that having a baby isn't that easy. Puzzled, he glanced at his crotch. Immediately gritted his teeth. Sideways eyes stared at Jun Mo. I can't wait to eat him alive:

"Snake eggs."

He's not saying to give birth now. Can you give birth to a jade forest cicada.

At this moment, Jun Mo was covering his face and didn't dare to look at Xiaoyu. The corners of the mouth in the palm of the hand hooked up a "vicious" smile. Branches:

"Four snake eggs. Madame is very capable. I gave birth to four at once."

Xiao Yu raised her hand to whip him. Eyes black. Fainted.

"Xiaoyu. Take it easy. You say how good snake eggs are. Just hatch. And you don't have to breastfeed. yes, Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu ......."

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The lord of the Dragon Moon Kingdom has been on the throne for three years.

The sun is shining and warm after March. but not ostentatious. A gentle dot on the clouds over the Dragon Moon Country. Translucent clouds are like silk. Fluttering in the clear blue sky.

On top of the side peaks of the imperial city. The wind is raging. A man stands on the edge of a cliff with a white run. With his back to a woman. He has white hair and sleeps on the shoulder. A white brocade belt is tied around the waist. Even the flute he drove and the flute on his lips and teeth was made of the finest mutton fat white jade. The sound of the flute is like a green bamboo plucking water. Jade Cui. Diyin Liaoyuan. Reverberates with the valley. It is not difficult for those with a heart to hear the sadness in it.

The man seems to be unaware of the woman behind him. Slightly closed playing the flute. It's as if everything in the world is condensed in the flute in his hand. Only music can make him find a moment of peace.

The woman stood upright about ten feet behind him. The blue skirt swaying in the wind is like a person from outside the world. Her gaze narrowed slightly. It seems to feel the deepest shock of her soul brought by the sound of the flute.

For a long time. A song paused. The woman slowly opened her eyes. Obviously. Her long eyelashes were slightly moistened:

"Your flute is beautiful."

The woman spoke softly. Not bad. When she heard the sound of the flute coming from the opposite mountain peak in the imperial city. She always felt like her heart was being pulled hard. A longing that comes from the deepest part of the heart. Drives her. Cross mountains and seas. Down the mountain peaks of the Imperial City. The detour which looks like it's just a stone's throw away. When I set foot on it, I found that the road was far away from the end of the world.

"The hour is getting short. It's time for you to go back."

The man didn't look back. The voice was hoarse. The woman couldn't see him. but you can hear it from the voice. He's probably over thirty-five years old and under forty years old.

It's just a few trips back and forth. You can clearly feel that his stiff back is getting depressed. Even his voice has become deeper and hoarse than yesterday.

The woman didn't speak, just nodded slightly. Hit from the first time here. This man never turned his face. No matter how tricky she is. I can't see him. And he will turn away when he turns away. will turn around. Look. This. It's no exception.

Man looking back. The narrow Danfeng eyes under his snow-white eyebrows narrowed slightly. Full of sporadic sparkle looking at the woman in the distance. She. It's still so beautiful. Even her back is as strong as ever.

Occasionally, a fresh breeze blew. Lifted his silver hair. In a trance. obscured his sight. Reddish eye sockets:

"Let's go."

That's when the . The woman turned her head suddenly. The corners of his mouth smiled very happily:

"Haha. I've seen it."

Man with two eyes and one ning. The gaze is dodgy. The corners of his mouth hooked up a helpless smile. Shaking his hand with his back to the woman, he said:

"Let's go back. Otherwise. When you arrive in the Imperial City. It's going to be dark."

"Good. See you tomorrow."

The woman was clearly happy. The corners of his mouth bloomed with a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time. Like an eighteen-year-old girl waiting to be married. Jumping. And he went down the mountain.

"Come on...... Bear...... Again...... See."

The man's voice grew deeper and deeper. It's like saying it to yourself. The gaze was clouded with a layer of mist. Look at her back as she fades away. It gets smaller and smaller in the pupil. Ultimately. Disappear behind the mountain protrusions.

He withdrew his gaze. The jade flute is on the lips. The song he made for her himself. Sad and deep. Stung the heart of everyone who heard:

Heaven and earth are proof. The sun and the moon are based on. My love. Unswerving in this life.

(This is the end of the ghost king and demon princess.) The book starts with a name. Due to constantly. This is titled "Mo Xiangshou. Don't Part, the editor of "Don't Leave" asked to change. Changed many times. Used the ghost king and demon princess. Anyway I don't really like the name. I regretted it even more after changing it. There are many books with duplicate names.

Also sorry. I promised to finish it by the end of November. But Sanhua had a bad cold. It's been half a month, and my head has been heavy. So I'm sorry. The whole book is from the time it is published to the end. It took more than a hundred days. When the update is broken, 10,000 words a day will be the base. So didn't catch up on anything good to recommend. It's almost over.

Here I would like to say a word for all the authors. Writing essays is a hard job. Of course. It's a matter of the author's own heart. If I could write 20,000 words a day. Of course, I don't hesitate to pass on 20,000 words. But. The body really can't bear it. Not much to say here. This chapter is less than 3,000 words.b is still charged as 2,000 words.

"The Sweet Wife in the Twilight" is a new urban essay of Sanhua. The first time I wrote about the city. I hope you all move. Because of the competition. It's shameless to ask for ballots and flowers. Thanks... ）