A gust of wind blew overhead, and Xing Ruyi only felt a cold fingertip, and heard a strange laugh in his ears.

Looking down, the little baby pursed its mouth, and a pair of black eyes like purple and black grapes stared back at her coldly.

"Cut!" Xing Ruyi scolded lightly and grimaced at the little guy in his arms, while the index and middle fingers of his right hand were dotted on the soft back of his neck.

The little guy was stunned, pouted, and cried like an ordinary baby. Xu is because of the mother-son connection, Qingluan, who had already collapsed and fainted due to childbirth, woke up faintly at this time, looking at the baby in Xing Ruyi's arms with tired eyes, her lips squirmed slightly, but she didn't make a sound for a long time.

"Do you want to see him?" Xing Ruyi asked softly, and the person also sat next to Qingluan.

"Me, is that okay?" Qingluan bit her pale lower lip.

"Of course, he was born to you." Xing Ruyi said and put the child in front of Qingluan, but when he let go, he secretly gave the child a warning look.

The little one's shriveled pink lips turned his face to the side.

"He's so cute!" When she first saw that handsome little face, Qingluan's reaction was no different from that of ordinary first-time mothers.

Xing Ruyi sighed lightly and turned to look for Ah Xing, but saw Ah Xing standing motionless in the shadows with a black face.

In the air, the smell of blood grew stronger. When Ah Xing quickly swept over and inserted a pitch-black curve between the baby and Qingluan, Xing Ruyi's expression could only be described as stunned.

The damp and dark secret room, the flickering candlelight, the beautiful woman with tired eyes, the man with a half-grimace and a baby with a smile on the corner of his mouth, such a mysterious scene, so that after many years, Xing Ruyi still has some goosebumps.

"Cousin, don't!" Qingluan leaned sideways, her eyes full of supplication.

"Let me kill him, Qingluan, you know, he's a monster." As he spoke, Ah Xing pulled out the scimitar stuck in the stone bed again, this time aiming at the baby's heart.

The little baby, squinting slightly, the corners of his mouth turned up, looked at Ah Xing with a smile.

"No!" Seeing this, Qingluan didn't care about the body that had just finished giving birth, struggled to get up, and held the sharp blade of the scimitar with his hand: "He is my child, the child I worked so hard to get." Cousin, I beg you, I beg you, don't! ”

"Kid? When you open your eyes, where is he a child, he is clearly a monster. Wait, wait until I cut off his face, and you'll know what he is. ”

"Cousin!" Qingluan looked up at Ah Xing: "It's all Qingluan's fault, if you want to hate, hate Qingluan alone, if you want to blame, blame Qingluan alone, Qingluan only begs you to let my child go." After speaking, Qingluan looked down at the little baby who was still smiling, and smiled gently: "No matter what you are, you are my Qingluan's son, don't worry, your mother will protect you, and your mother will protect you when she dies." The baby giggled, stretched out its little pink tongue and licked the blood that had fallen from its lips into its mouth.

Perhaps this scene was too terrifying, Ah Xing was even more crazy, snatched the scimitar back, and then quickly stabbed the baby in the chest.

"Thorn!" The blade sliced through the air, pierced the skin, and plunged into the slate bed again.

"What the hell, you are the one who came to me, and now you are the one who ignores my existence, and you can kill the ghost fetus with a broken knife, right? Since it's that simple, what are you still asking me to do, just take this broken knife and stab your cousin in the stomach. Xing Ruyi patted the baby in her arms while blowing on the cut wound on her hand, and if she was not mistaken, when Ah Xing stabbed the child with a knife, his pupils turned red.

The fox said that a fetus that dies in the mother's womb often turns into a ghost, wandering the world in the shadows.

Neither reincarnation nor reincarnation, and the never-ending sins in the realm of vain death. Therefore, the resentment of the fetus ghost is also the most vicious.

"Jiyin Compendium" also wrote: "If the viscera are harmonized, the blood and qi will be full, and the wind will be evil and ghostly, and it will not be able to do it." If Rongwei is weak, then the spirit is weak, the enchanting ghosts, and the dirty are like pregnancy, so it is called a ghost fetus. "If Xing Ruyi guessed correctly, nine times out of ten, this child was born of condensation of resentment and borrowed from the womb.

The pupils are red, and nine times out of ten it is a precursor to becoming a demon. At present, it is not possible to fully confirm it, but

It's better not to provoke such a thing as a "demon" casually. After checking left and right, he saw that the little guy was fine, and the blood in his pupils gradually faded, so Xing Ruyi relieved himself and put him on the bed, and then picked up the scissors that had just cut the umbilical cord and cut a piece from the sheet that had not yet been stained with blood to bandage the injured Qingluan.

"Qingluan, there is something that I shouldn't ask, but I can't help but ask, because this matter involves [him]." Qingluan lowered her head and smiled astringently: "What does the Ruyi girl want to ask, Qingluan understands in her heart, even if the girl doesn't say it, Qingluan will take the initiative to tell her, but my cousin ...... him."

"Skin trauma, out of the way."

"Thank you, girl." Qingluan smiled slightly, tried to sit upright, and then looked at Ah Xing with tenderness in his eyes.

"I have been living with my aunt since my parents died, and my cousin is a few years older than me and the only child in the family, so I have been following my cousin since I was a child and being cared for by him. About six years ago, I rescued a seriously injured man at the entrance of the village, and that person was my husband today, the son of Ji Shengtang's shopkeeper. When Qingluan said this, he turned his gaze back to Xing Ruyi's face, a little embarrassed, seeing that Xing Ruyi didn't mean to look down on her, he coughed lightly and continued.

"The girl Huaichun happened to save a seriously injured, handsome, and brilliant young man, and took care of it, getting along day and night, and it was bound to sprout some feelings. Qingluan knows that many dramas are written like this, and the story of Qingluan and her husband seems to be very similar to the descriptions in these dramas on the surface, but only we know that drama is drama and life is life. ”

"Drama comes from life, but it only depicts the beautiful side of life, even if it is not a good drama, it will all arrange a seemingly happy ending." Xing Ruyi nodded, and glanced at the little baby who was squinting and pretending to sleep.

"Miss Ruyi is indeed very human, indeed, our life is much more complicated than drama." Qingluan sighed lightly, his gaze stayed on Xing Ruyi for a moment, and then moved to the baby: "That year was the autumn season, the imperial court was selecting talents, and my cousin had studied hard for many years, so he naturally hoped to make a difference. Before leaving, my aunt talked to my cousin to the effect that if he got the name of Jinbang, he would be able to marry me when he returned. At that time, I was standing outside the window and heard my cousin say no. Maybe it's the girl's heart, I should have escaped. Later, when I was bringing food to my husband, he saw that my eyes were red and asked why, and my heart was so hot that I asked him if he would like to marry me. The husband was only slightly stunned at the time, and then agreed with a smile. At that time, I felt a little proud, thinking in my heart that I Qingluan could also find a good man as a husband. ”