"Shangxian, what are you?" The illusory transparent peony clone returned to itself, once again spitting blood.

"Peony, you bring the elixir of the immortal, now the immortal wants to quickly restore the immortal power to the lower realm, you must take the elixir left by the master!"

"Shangxian, if you take that elixir, your immortal power will decline when you return to Heaven in the future, how can Tianzun or the Queen Mother smell good?"

The peony with a blue face, her beautiful eyes glared at Peony hatefully, "What nonsense? Hurry up and bring it to Benxian? Ben Xian wants to see how the Erlang God who descended to the mortal world and his fiancée lived and flew together? In the future, if Tianzun knew that his child called someone else's father, how would he feel at that time? "Hahaha...

"What? The Divine Monarch has also descended to earth? Aren't you afraid that Tianzun will buckle his hat and violate the rules of heaven in the future? ”

Peony pursed his lips and smiled contemptuously, "Tianzun himself has gone down to the earth, can he still go to talk about Tiantiao?" Erlang God is also a seed of infatuation! It's just that now I don't know that raw rice can be cooked into rice? He took the elixir handed over by the peony and opened his red lips and spit it out, "You guard it for the immortals, and the immortals must cultivate this elixir well." ”

Xiaoyao felt that the feeling of nausea was getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't help but spit out the sour water, and the rising Bo Yi Kao was sprayed by the sour water of Xiao Yao, and the sour taste made Bo Yi Kao, who was known for cleanliness, pull his clothes tight and ran out of the room. Smelling the smell of his body, he ran to the river in the back mountain in disgust.

Wipe the sour water from the corners of your mouth with your hands, pull the placket well, and stroke the bulging belly, feeling a slight fetal movement in the palm of your hand.

"Son, why do I always feel like I'm missing something? Why does your father feel disgusted when he wants to make love to your mother? He should be my husband! But I just can't find that intimacy? Kids? Tell my mother, what should I do? "Keep stroking the abdomen, surrounded by the radiance of maternal love on her stunning face.

More than a month has passed, the belly is getting bigger and bigger, walking has to hold the stomach, for the intimacy of Bo Yi Kao, Xiaoyao is still unacceptable, after a few unhappy breakups, Bo Yi Kao's attitude towards Xiaoyao is getting colder and colder, and the time of leaving is getting longer and longer, now it has been seven days, there is no rice in the rice tank, only some pickled prey, and vegetables in the garden.

Carrying a basket and holding his waist, he slowly walked towards the vegetable garden, for the sake of the children, why can't they go hungry? The weather is getting colder, I take a breath and look at the misty sky, who is I? Why don't your family come to see you? If it is really as Bo Yi Kao said, is the back mountain far from here? I see that I am about to run out of food, and I am not afraid of starvation, but can I starve my children? Since they didn't come, they went to see why their mother and father were so cruel not to visit them. Bent down and picked a basket of vegetables that grew well on the ground, and I will eat it tonight, and my husband will not come back tomorrow morning, so I can only go to my mother's house in the back mountain to see if I can borrow some food?

Wash clean, lie on the hard bed, feel out the gold medal from under the pillow, the gold medal to avoid death, why do you have this gold medal? Who gave it to himself? Stuff the gold medal into the underwear again, this small gold medal will be sent to the pawnshop after the birth of your child, and it can be used as some silver, and it should be no problem to maintain the life of the child and yourself; His hands caressed his bulging abdomen and closed his eyes.

In the morning, the sun shone into the hut, the eyelashes of the cicada's wings trembled slightly, the beautiful eyes of a pool of autumn water slowly opened, and the dark shadow in front of the window made Xiaoyao do it violently, "Husband... Monarch... When did you get back? ”

Bo Yi Kao turned around and walked into the bed step by step, grabbed Xiaoyao's neck, and pressed her face viciously, "Today, if you don't obey me, don't blame me for hurting the child in your belly?" The pain and hatred in his eyes were clear.

"Husband... He's your child, can you bear to hurt him? The pain in his neck made Xiaoyao frown.

With a wave of his big hand, the carefree underwear flew away, and the close-fitting gold medal slid under the bed; Because she was pregnant, the softness on her chest was more abundant, and she jumped in the air like two rabbits. Seeing the beating snow white, Bo Yikao's eyes became extremely deep, and he rubbed it without pity; The other hand tore open her pants, and her snow-white and flawless body was exposed to the air, and she forgot to cry, but she trembled helplessly, and even forgot to resist.

Tears slipped down in strings, for the sake of the child, she didn't dare to resist, in her subconscious, her innocence is not important, the child in her belly is the most important! The snow-white body was mottled with bruises under the ravages of Bo Yi Kao.

The feeling of coldness made Xiaoyao get up and dress silently, Bo Yikao had long since disappeared, entered the kitchen and saw the new rice and fresh meat in the rice bucket, endured the pain in his body, washed rice and cooked, not for himself but for the child in his belly; Let the tears slip down like this, drop by drop.

In the cold winter, the heavy snow in the sky, and the body that was carrying Rokko became heavier and heavier. Bo Yi Kao has not come back for half a month, and the firewood at home has run out, so he has to go to get the chopped firewood, and he has to go out, but the heavy snow outside has almost sealed the firewood door. If you don't make a fire and don't eat, you and your children won't survive this winter? Lifted the quilt, wrapped the cotton clothes tightly, slowly got out of bed, now the belly is big and can't see his feet, pick up a stick, hold the stomach in one hand, slowly push open the firewood door, the wind swept the snow towards her head and face.

In order to survive, Xiaoyao bit his red lips and stumbled out slowly, the three-foot-deep snow was walked out of a deep ravine by Xiaoyao, and his delicate body rolled down on the snow, and the falling snowflakes poured into Xiaoyao's mouth, and the cold snowflakes turned into snow and flowed into Xiaoyao's stomach. Tears flowed down, clenched his teeth, and crawled forward step by step, leaving crawling marks on the snow with his bulky body, and his body was instantly covered by snowflakes. There is only one thought in Xiaoyao's heart, for the sake of the child, for the sake of survival, he must live no matter what! It was this thought that made Xiaoyao stand up again without hesitation, in the white world, the birds had long been traced, and the roses on the fence had long since withered, leaving only dead branches and leaves fluttering in the wind.

When you walk out of the fence yard and see the pyre from afar, as long as you take them home and light the fire, you can have warmth and cooked food; Child, you have to come on, let your mother carry a pile of firewood back to the house, tomorrow in the snow will not let your mother starve and freeze. With great difficulty, he staggered close to the pyre, stretching out his already frozen little hand, which was covered with chilblains, so red and swollen that Xiaoyao almost couldn't hold a wooden stick!