Back home, Zhou Lingyun woke up.

The tears in Zhou Lingyun's eyes slipped down instantly, and the sadness that had been suppressed for the past two months seemed to be relieved, like a tsunami, and the blow made him unable to stand steadily, unable to move, and suffocating in pain.

Like a dying fish, Zhou Lingyun bit the back of her hand hard, gasping vigorously, and sobbing suppressively and violently.

Just now she had another violent attack, coughing desperately, out of breath, hoarse and shouting, Zhou Lingyun wanted to shout out the pain in her throat and get rid of it, but she couldn't get rid of it.

Zhou Lingyun wanted to laugh, but she couldn't make a sound when she laughed at the scene that happened to her.

Only a slight choking in his throat, suddenly it became painful, so painful that he could no longer straighten his waist, Zhou Lingyun gasped vigorously, trying to exhale the air mass that was clenched in front of his mouth.

So Zhou Lingyun sat up, grinned, and cried hard.

There was no sound, but it used all the strength of his body.

The heavy lead-like emotions that were suppressed in the cavity in front of him slowly disappeared in the silent and vigorous crying.

The tone was mournful, like sadness, so that Mrs. Zheng and her three sisters-in-law, who were standing aside at this time, felt that there were thousands of sorrows surging in front of them, and they did not feel gloomy and pathetic.

Zhou Lingyun leaned against the wall and quietly looked up at the sky.

In the afternoon, there was no wind, and the distant tones were blown by the wind, and the miserable tones were inextricably linked, cutting a certain part of her heart, and tears slipped down unconsciously.

Zhou Lingyun felt that her face was full of tears and embarrassed, so she raised her hand and wanted to touch her handkerchief, but found that it was full of blood and could no longer be used.

Seeing the bloodstains, Zhou Lingyun's eyes turned red, and she couldn't hold back any longer, and her voice was choked.

Then Zhou Lingyun buried her face on the mattress and lay on her back, motionless.

Mrs. Zhou's Zheng could only cry silently when she saw this situation, holding Zhou Lingyun in her arms and crying mournfully, her crying was weak.

Mrs. Zhou, Zheng, who was holding Zhou Lingyun, had already lightened her movements, but Zhou Lingyun's body still couldn't help but tremble, and her brows frowned uncontrollably, but she bit her lower lip and refused to exhale the pain.

Zhou Lingyun was in Mrs. Zhou's arms, unable to hide her weakness and weakness, as light as a cat, her palm-sized face was as pale as paper, as if only a pointed chin and a pair of eyes with mist were left.

Mrs. Zhou's Zheng family had mixed tastes for a while, and she couldn't help herself.

For a while, Mrs. Zhou's Zheng's hot tears burst out of her eyes, slid across her cheeks, and fell on Zhou Lingyun's cold skin, causing a tingling pain.

Zhou Lingyun's breathing became more and more rapid, and suddenly she couldn't control herself, and began to cry.

Seeing this, Mrs. Zhou's Zheng gently pecked her daughter Zhou Lingyun's cheek and muttered in her mouth.

Zhou Lingyun heard her mother's concerned question, and the sadness that had just been eliminated resurfaced came to her heart, as if she had indescribable grievances.

Because she hadn't heard someone say anything to her in such a caring tone for a long time, Zhou Lingyun's nose was sore, she lowered her head, and the tears in her eyes fell unbearably.

Zhou Lingyun cried so much that her whole body trembled, she inhaled heavily, and cwitched and cried when she exhaled.

This cry was tearing at Mrs. Zhou's Zheng's heart, so she couldn't help but hug her tighter and shake her gently.

Zhou Lingyun no longer had the strength to cry.

In the end, she broke free from Mrs. Zhou's arms and fell down by herself.

Zhou Lingyun felt that this was more comfortable.

But in just a few hours, the belly grew bigger and bigger like a blow, and half an hour ago there were signs of going into labor.

Zhou Lingyun's breathing became extremely difficult, her face turned blue, her lips moved, but she couldn't say a word, and the room was so quiet that she was dizzy.

After being dumb for a long time, Zhou Lingyun endured the colic pain in front of her and looked at the people around her pleadingly.

Zhou Lingyun's hands began to tremble, her stomach seemed to be cracked, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably, she buried her head in the pillow and curled up into a ball.

Time had become unusually long, and the people around them seemed to suddenly become strangers, with no words or expressions.

Gradually, Zhou Lingyun began to feel a tingling pain, and tears came out of her eyes.

She gritted her teeth and tried to restrain herself.

Her fingers clenched into fists, clenched tightly, nails digging into her palms.

But this pain alone was not over, and the pain in her abdomen made her miserable, like a burning dagger piercing into the middle of her abdomen.

This pain overshadowed the discomfort of the other senses, making Zhou Lingyun's breathing feel more difficult.

But even like this, Zhou Lingyun was still cold, shivering with cold, and Zhou Lingyun seemed to hear that the bones in his body were trembling.

The sadness and grief that she had never felt before came to her heart, Zhou Lingyun couldn't hold back any longer, and cried loudly, crying heartbreakingly.

Zhou Lingyun was in pain, in pain, the pain was unbearable, at first she was crying, then her voice was hoarse, and then she couldn't breathe.

She buried her head in the palm of her hand and sobbed.

She didn't want to cry out loud, and tried to limit her crying to sobs.

Zhou Lingyun suddenly felt that the voice was very strange, maybe someone was laughing at her strange voice.

However, Zhou Lingyun felt that this voice did not come out, it seemed to be a voice coming out of his body.

Zhou Lingyun's voice became weaker and weaker, and it almost became a hoarse moan, and it disappeared in Zhou Lingyun's suffocating throat.

After enduring the pain for a long time, Zhou Lingyun's whole person fell into a state of confusion, confused by the pain, confused with everything, and then even his strength was weak.

Even if the Zhou family is confused, they know that they will give birth after two months of pregnancy, and Mrs. Zhou is very worried when she sees her daughter's painful expression.

Mrs. Zhou clearly remembers that when her daughter Zhou Lingyun was young, she was as delicate and beautiful as fresh fruit, and child-like carefree.

But now, the pregnant woman in front of her is about to give birth, her blood is insufficient, her body is emaciated, and there is an indescribable exhaustion twisted between her brows.

Zhou Yuxuan remembered that Wu Biao talked about the little half-immortal when he was on an errand today, so he hurriedly brought his inner son Su Ru to ask for help.

The eldest and third of the Zhou family all eat court meals, and Zhou Fu helps in his father's noodle shop.

Because of the old age and daughter, the Zhou family is very precious to Zhou Qing, although the house is not big, but it still vacates two rooms for her to make a boudoir.

The carriage stopped outside the door of Zhou's house, and after getting off the car, Xiao Banxian saw the bronze mirror of the town house hanging outside the gate at a glance, this bronze mirror is a good thing, and it has been with aura for a long time.

If the things in Zhou Lingyun's stomach weren't hidden in her stomach, she wouldn't have been able to enter this house at all, and thanks to this bronze mirror, that thing had been suppressed for so long before it appeared.

Zhou Yuxuan and his wife took Xiao Banxian and Mo Liunian directly to Zhou Qing's boudoir, and heard a heart-rending cry of pain from the room.

When a woman gives birth, it is really inconvenient for a small half-immortal and a big man to go in, so he said to Mo Liunian: "You go in and see the situation." ”

Mo Liunian nodded and went in with Sun Ru, as soon as the door was pushed open, he smelled a strong bloody smell, Mo Liunian frowned, and through the two layers of curtains, he saw Zhou Lingyun lying there moaning in pain.

Zhou Lingyun's sheets were all dyed red, her mother Zheng was sweating profusely, and her three sisters-in-law were also with tears in their eyes.

Mo Liunian wanted to ask why he didn't find a stable woman, but when the words came to his lips and swallowed again, a woman's chastity is sometimes more important than her life.