Zheng Xiu actually thought about the same problem as Xi'er.

Man...... How to give birth?

It's not a question of whether you want to or not, but the physiological structure determines that you can't do it.

But...... Really pregnant?

If you are in the words, there is still a hole in the guarantee that the baby can be born.

But, wouldn't it be too cruel?

"Ahem."

Zheng Xiu coughed dryly, interrupting the stimulating reverie in Xi'er's brain: "What is the situation now?"

Xi'er's mouth opened slightly, but she didn't know what to say. In the end, she spread her hands helplessly, and the camera turned to the boy.

Still in the previous inn, there was a screaming teenager lying on the bed. The boy's belly bulged to an exaggerated degree, and the blue blood vessels under the epithelial of the belly that could be blown were clearly visible, and as the boy cried, the bulging belly rose and deflated with his breathing, like a balloon that would burst at any time.

"Could it be just ...... I was stricken, and my stomach bulged?"

Zheng Xiu speculated.

"No," Jun Buxiao tapped Chang Shi with a "smile" mask, and then slowly walked to the side of the bed with his weapon, big scissors, and patted the "pregnant man" on the belly.

There was a tumbling surge on the thin belly, and a "child's little hand" that had just grown into shape struggled to prop up from the belly of Mo Xu, pressing a five-finger-shaped bulge on the thin belly, as if it was about to burst out at any moment.

Jun's non-smiling behavior seemed to alarm "that thing" in Mo Xu's belly, and the severe pain made Mo Zhen cry heartbreakingly.

"Look, hehe, hey, it's genuine."

Jun Buxiao is carrying the scissors because he is afraid that the thing will break out, purely just in case, not really to cut the belly of the ink hair. may have made the former winders so vigilant that it can be seen that this eucalyptus is more strange than they imagined.

"Wait, something isn't right, his belly is growing too fast."

Xi'er was stunned.

She didn't expect the Red King's focus to be here.

So he replied in a daze, "Yes."

Jun Buxiao held the scissors and held his forehead to the side in contemplation: "Yes."

"The rest of the pregnant women too?"

Xi'er denied it.

She said that the other pregnant women in Lu Zhenzhong who had visited the Wutong Temple were all normal except for the inexplicable violent death of their husbands.

"At the very least, it's a young woman with a good look."

Xi'er finally replied with a strange face.

Zheng Xiu lowered his head and pondered, he always felt that something was wrong, why did he let Mo Zhi make such a big deal?

Could it be that in the dark, there are really such a handful of people who have a bad fate and are particularly unlucky?

In order to understand the cause and effect of the matter, Zheng Xiu asked about the details before and after Mo Xu's move.

"Actually," in the mirror image of Chang Shie, the corners of Xi'er's mouth twitched slightly, and she glanced back at the screaming young man on the bed, and briefly said what Mo Yu had done that day:

"He thought there was someone hidden inside, so he went in with the book in his hand."

"When he entered, we heard voices from inside far away outside the door,"

"He said, who is the demon, so bold and bold, that he dares to act in broad daylight, and he doesn't show his face quickly!"

"And then there's a 'get out'!"

"A skeleton rolled out of the temple."

"It's none other than Brother Crumb, who got out."

Zheng Xiu was speechless.

Put aside this broad daylight riding face output?

After listening to this, Zheng Xiu probably understood that the reason why Mo Yu was so miserable was that it was all because of his cheap mouth.

He asked Jun Bu, who deliberately put on a mask of "sadness" on the side, and didn't know whether he was really sad or fake sad, "What did you tell him?"

"Hee-hee-hee-hee......-hee But be careful, don't be impulsive."

Zheng Xiu: "He's done?"

"Back to the prince, no. When the kid heard the words "Commander Xiaobu", he took out his book and killed it. One of his subordinates was careless and didn't stop him." Jun Buxiao knew that Zheng Xiu's words meant to blame him, he didn't deny it, in front of Zheng Xiu's uncertain expression, Jun Buxiao smiled: "Lord Wang, Mo Xu's move is not completely useless."

"Huh?"

When you are a leader, you sometimes have to spare words, say half of them without saying half of them, or simply not say them, and let others guess their thoughts. It doesn't matter if you guess right or not, the most important thing is that it seems difficult to figure out. When Zheng Xiu snorted lightly from his nose, Jun Buxiao was really jealous, thinking that the Red King was angry, he shook his head and changed his face as if he put on a serious black mask, and said in a silent voice:

"Lord Wang, you should know that it has been quite some time since his subordinates and him arrived in Lu Town. He entered the temple six days ago, and we have not made any noise these days, and later, a few couples from other places, who did not know what was wrong, ignored the ban of the government, and went to the temple to beg."

"I'm pretending to be a street actor to ask them a thing or two. It is said that there was originally a "strange thing" in the temple, which looked like five pillars of flesh were crammed together." Jun Bu said with a smile, compared to the five fingers, squeezed into a twisted and weird shape, in this way, let the Red King intuitively imagine what the "Five Paths God" is, Zheng Xiu saw this, his eyebrows jumped suddenly, and his heart was like Nima. Isn't this what it looks like to have five chickens fencing together?

How could someone turn this kind of ghost thing into a statue of a god and worship it in the temple?

As a [dramat], Jun Buxiao's fingers are weak and boneless, and the joints are like a void. He fiddled with it for a while, and the five fingers that were put together parted from the middle, Jun Bu smiled and said seriously, "It's cracked."

"Cracked?"

"It's cracked."

"You saw it with your own eyes?"

"Oh, I don't dare, I'm not like Moxu, I'm bold."

Mo Zhen on the bed listened to the two chatting and shed tears of sadness.

That's it.

Zheng Xiu thought about it and pulled a group chat.

The "Changshi Painting" he drew by himself is powerful, and every member of the Ye Weiyang Old Department who joins the Disaster Prevention Bureau will be amazed by the function of "Changshi Painting" for a few days when they first arrive.

There is no other reason, compared to the old "raven", Changse-e is too easy to use.

The mirror image changed again, and the faces of "Tiger Wolf Wall Water" and "Situ Yong" appeared on it respectively.

By the way, before Tiger Wolf Bishui joined Ye Weiyang, she was a "fool in the village", she had no name, and the whole village called her "silly girl". And after she opened her mind, she was appreciated and joined Ye Weiyang. "Bishui" is not like a code name to her, but more like her real name, and even after she joined the Disaster Prevention Bureau, she also used the name "Bishui".

Zheng Xiu asked in the group, there is a Wutong Temple, some people don't know the depth and worship, and they have a big belly, what to do now.

Online, etc., the Red King is anxious.

Situ Yong's eyes immediately widened, his beard was blown, and he waved his hand and said angrily, "The old man is not a stable woman! This kind of thing has to find a stable woman! Lord, the old man is a "healer", and he comes to the old man to do everything, but he will break the old man's "rules"! The old man doesn't know anything about delivery! Please ask the prince to be smart!"

The implication is that I don't want to do it.

Bishui didn't speak, his brows furrowed, thinking.

Situ Yong was about to hang up the phone, and King Chi smiled slightly: "It's a man."

Situ Yong's face was stunned.

Bishui suddenly showed a puzzled look: "Could it be a fighting hedgehog...... No, Mo?"

Zheng Xiu was curious: "How did you know?"

Bishui covered his mouth and smiled: "Not long ago, I was working in the Disaster Prevention Bureau, and I happened to see Jun Buxiao find Mo Ji for a mission, saying that he wanted to investigate a strange temple. Mo Zhi was ...... at the time The promise was very neat. I, I wanted to remind one or two, after all, Jun Buxiao used to be alone, and only had a deep friendship with Gu Qiutang. He can take the initiative to find others to help, and he is by no means a good stubble. But that kid didn't say I was nosy, hehe."

After experiencing the initial surprise of "the man is pregnant", Zheng Xiu, who calmed down, only felt funny, since Bishui knew what had happened, it would be easy to do, Zheng Xiu

Ask what the wall water can do.

Bishui replied with a smile: "Then you have to let him come back first, giggling through the prince's "Changshi Painting...... There is nothing to be done."

"I'm in trouble." Xi'er frowned, "This kid's belly is too big to move."

Ho Ho Ho Ho –

At this time, there was a shrill ho sound in the group chat.

Take a closer look, Situ Yong is actually sharpening his knife.

Jun Bu smiled: "Sharpen the knife?"

Zheng Xiu: "Sharpen the knife?"

Ink: "Sharpening ????"

Bishui suddenly realized and nodded: "Sharpen the knife!" She understood.

Zheng Xiu asked, "I said the old divine doctor, didn't you just say that you don't know anything?"

"I don't know anything! But there is no end to learning, how can the old man, as a "doctor", be afraid of incurable diseases? It's all about getting through, all of it." Situ Yong sharpened his knife with a smile: "Let's say, the doctor is benevolent! How can the old man not be saved when he sees death!"

After saying that, he put the "Everlasting Painting" aside. But he didn't know that the group chat was still connected, and at this time, the sound of his broken thoughts while sharpening his knife came into the ears of everyone in the group chat:

"This is a rare case! Yin and yang are reversed, and the man is pregnant! Hahaha! If the old man cures this disease, he will definitely go further! The benevolence of a doctor lies in the word "medicine"! If you don't heal a doctor, if you don't give it a try, how can you sacrifice yourself to become a benevolent person! Since the old man got a glimpse of the doorway, this superb "bone scraping and knife opening" technique has been abandoned for many years, and now old friends, old friends, you can finally see the light of day again! Hey, hey, hey, ......."

In the end, Situ Yong's laughter was gloomy and happy.

"He's trying to give Mo Ji a shot...... Cesarean section?"

Zheng Xiu guessed Situ Yong's thoughts, and in the group chat, Mo Xu's "don't don't" scream came from Xi'er's Changshi painting, Zheng Xiu heard it, his eyes were quick, and his fingers lightly touched the mirror.

【Ding! The living dead Situ Yong was invited out of the group chat. 】

Zheng Xiu, Xi'er, Jun Buxiao, and Bishui shivered at the same time.

They didn't know Situ Yong so well in the past, and they didn't know that he was such a miracle doctor.

The sound of "don't don't" was really noisy, Jun Buxiao waved the scissors, cut off the shadow of the ink, and crumpled it into a ball like rubbing waste paper. When it was spread out again, the wrinkled shadow mouth disappeared, and only the whimper of the October female in labor on the bed remained.

【Ding! Bishui exits the group chat. 】

"What do you think of this eucalyptus?"

Zheng Xiu began to go through the process.

Xi'er and Jun Bu smiled at the same time, "B or above, A level to be determined."

They have apparently discussed it a long time ago.

As for the difficulty of eucalyptus, using the rating method of the Disaster Prevention Bureau, it is obvious that it is far beyond the B grade. The seven members of the two Xiaobu all felt that it was tricky, and Jun Buxiao was even the top stringer in the old department of Weiyang the night before, and even he couldn't handle the eucalyptus, and it was obviously too much to use the second grade to assess.

But the Grade A eucalyptus has clear indicators, Inhuman, Ghost, Trick, and Candle. They weren't sure about this, so in the end, the two discussed it and came up with a less accurate grade for the eucalyptus.

"I see, don't act rashly, stare at Moxu, and wait for notice."

When Xi'er heard this, a little excitement appeared on her face inexplicably: "Feng Zhu is going to make a move?"

Recalling the experience of running eucalyptus with Fengbei back then, it seems that a lot of things have been experienced in the blink of an eye, which makes Xi'er miss the days of running eucalyptus with strangers.

The call ended, and the blood light floating on the permanent painting disappeared.

Fengbei lost interest in the middle of the conversation, and ran aside to comb the cat's hair under the moon before the flower.

Seeing Zheng Xiu end the call, Feng Bei raised his eyes and smiled slightly: "Do you want to go to Luzhen in person?"

Zheng Xiu lowered his head and thought about the cause and effect of this eucalyptus, and when he heard Fengbei's voice, Zheng Xiu couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then shook his head and smiled: "It's worthy of you, just like a roundworm in the belly of this king, you know my thoughts well."

When Fengbei heard the metaphor of "roundworm", his cheeks bulged slightly.

The orange cat also raised its head, and the cat's hair exploded, with the same expression as Fengbei.

Fengbei: "What roundworms, it's ugly."

Meow: "Meow!"

Zheng Xiu plucked out his ears, he seemed to hear that this stupid cat seemed to be taking the opportunity to scold him again.

After a while, Feng Bei sighed softly, "You won't let me go, will you."

Zheng Xiu was stunned again when he heard this, and said in his heart, you understand, he gently stopped Feng Bei's shoulder, and said with a smile: "If that Wutong God is really so spiritual, I will move it back and give it to you?"

"Not necessarily." After Fengbei heard about the posture of the ghost animal of the "Wutong God", he had long lost interest in "pregnancy", and his face showed undisguised disgust.

[The app that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, which is used by old bookworms.]

"Sister Qingqing, please give me a lot of advice, the Red King asked you to listen to me all the way."

As he spoke, the young man shook the Chang Shi painting on his waist, and there was a mark of money engraved on the back, and the word in the center of the money said: Red. Qingqing recognized that this was the permanent painting of the Red King, a symbol of identity.

Qingqing's expression was calm, and she knelt down on one knee, but hesitated when she spoke.

The young man didn't embarrass her: "Call the young master."

"The slave Qingqing has seen the young master."

"You're welcome, don't kneel still, and talk about each other in the bureau."

"Yes."

The morning glow gradually brightened, and in the morning light, Fengbei walked into the yard with the yawning orange cat.

"Take it with you."

Seeing Zheng Xi, Fengbei inexplicably remembered the scene where she and "Little Zheng Xiu" were soaked in the same bath barrel naked, and suddenly felt angry and funny. Pretending not to know, she reached out and rubbed the boy's hair.

This action frightened Yin Qingqing's feet and almost fell to the ground. Before Feng Bei's hand touched the boy, Yin Qingqing thought that Feng Bei was going to kill the boy to ashes. Unexpectedly, the boy carried it.

Wrong.

Yin Qingqing's gaze at Fengbei was a little more thoughtful.

Feng Zhu, can you completely control her ominousness?

"What are you taking it for?"

The young man slapped Feng Bei's hand away, and was about to open his arms to Feng Bei's arms and say that he wanted to hug, but Feng Bei had already guessed Zheng Xiu's intention to play a prank, and pressed the orange cat on the young man's head with a smile.

"Obedient, take it. Xiaofeng, please help me take care of it...... him."

"Meow!"

The lazy orange cat, the cat's body was shocked. The indifferent meow mouth was hooked obliquely, and there was a faint taste of evil and madness. I saw the orange cat stretch out its paws, stretching out and closing like lightning, and a gray mirror in the space flashed away, so fast that it was imperceptible. The cat grabbed a black coat in its paws, and the orange cat shook its paws, put on the black clothes, and stood on top of the young man's head with his arms crossed, standing proudly in the wind.

Call......

A gust of wind blew, and the black clothes on the orange cat's body made a hunting sound, and there was a striking blood word written on the back of the black clothes.

"Cats".