Shui Miaomiao was a little panicked. How on earth would she have a baby in the world of gods and demons?
No, there seems to be a successful case.
Shui Miaomiao was still too nervous to look. When it floated to more than ten meters away, it was just a dream, a dream that felt very real. Shui Miaomiao wanted to close her eyes or hide aside, but she couldn't help it. Worry.
Han suddenly pulled out his short knife, glanced meaningfully at Shui Miaomiao, and then cut his own wrist.
Which one is singing this song?
Han fed blood into his mouth, and then performed another operation that Shui Miaomiao couldn't understand. Dazzled, Shui Miaomiao could only notice that the spiritual energy that was originally going to attack Han's stomach suddenly became much quieter.
It can't be called quiet, it just feels like the spiritual energy can't find a target for a while, wandering around Han.
Han suddenly trembled, and his face became increasingly pale. His amniotic water must have broken.
Shui Miaomiao was extremely nervous, but Han handled himself calmly, posing and counting the rhythm to himself.
As time passed by, the feather pads were dyed red without a trace of white. Han's face was ferocious, his head was sweating profusely, but there was no movement.
Suddenly, Han's expression relaxed, and he said with a silly smile, "It looks like I am having a difficult delivery."
Dystocia!
Shui Miaomiao was worried at first and then surprised. Who was Han talking to? She walked around the Ice Palace five or six times, but she didn't see anyone else.
Could it be me?
Han nodded, "I want to ask you a favor."
"Me? No, no, no." Shui Miaomiao refused without thinking. Delivering a rabbit was her limit. She couldn't help others. She would collapse. Looking at the blood flowing, Shui Miaomiao could hardly bear it anymore.
"It's okay. It's very simple." Han Yi was as gentle as ever, "You look very young and haven't met the person you love yet. In fact, this is not scary. It's just the consciousness of being a mother and the vow you made to him."
Han's hand groped and grabbed the short blade thrown aside on the feather cushion.
"What are you going to do?" Shui Miaomiao asked, floating forward, she had an ominous premonition.
"Hehe." Han chuckled and pointed to the high platform, "Have you seen that ice coffin? When I cut out this torturing little guy, please help me put it in it. If it's not in it, it will count as giving birth. He won’t live long.”
Shui Miaomiao didn't hear anything clearly, only the word 'dissection' was heard.
"You're crazy!"
"Can you promise me?" Han asked instead without responding to Shui Miaomiao.
Shui Miaomiao didn't know how she nodded, or how she walked aside.
"I'm sorry for asking you to do such a thing." Han gestured to his stomach with a short knife a few times, and then said, "Close your eyes and cover your ears. I don't want to give you nightmares."
Shui Miaomiao covered her ears tightly, and could clearly hear the sound of the blade cutting through the skin, as well as Han's moaning in pain, which was really painful.
She doesn’t want to have this dream anymore!
A baby's cry is a symbol of hope.
"Ha." Shui Miaomiao exhaled the breath she had been holding in her heart, turned around quickly, walked toward Han Piao, knelt on the ground, and looked at the baby covered in blood in Han's arms.
"He's a young man." Han smiled foolishly.
"That." Shui Miaomiao didn't dare to look and kept glancing at her head. "Now that my stomach is sewn up, can it still work?"
Han shook his head and did not bring up the topic, "Help me put on the clothes prepared for the child."
Shui Miaomiao took the baby and wiped the baby clean silently. The baby cried uncomfortably and stared at Shui Miaomiao, with small tears appearing all over the body.
Panting, Han stood up and looked at the baby in Shui Miaomiao's arms, "It's because my mother's immortality is not good. I don't know how your father fell in love with me."
Han expanded the wound on his wrist with his bare hands, and while Shui Miaomiao was stunned, he cut the baby's wrist open, and the two wounds overlapped.
Gradually the child stopped making noises and fell asleep.
Han kissed the baby's forehead
"Please always stay optimistic and believe in hope." Han was telling the baby, and seemed to be telling Shui Miaomiao again.
"Sorry, you are destined to have nightmares, but it's good that I can go see him."
Watching Han pull out his hand, watching Han smile and be torn apart by spiritual energy.
This feeling is just like those who have not experienced the exorcism of mortal obstacles. It is more serious than that. They fall down as cold as if they are boneless, and are later exploded by their own spiritual energy.
The fact that Han is in the world of gods and demons means that she must be destined to be immortal.
So what is going on!
Shui Miaomiao, whose face was splashed with blood, roared heartbreakingly on the ice palace.
When a baby is just born, he cannot show his immortality, so did Han transfer her immortality to his son?
Why is this kind of one life exchanged for another!
After a long time, Shui Miaomiao calmed down, and the child in her arms was not awakened from the beginning to the end.
Holding on, Shui Miaomiao stood up. Even if it was just a dream, she still had unfulfilled promises.
After cleaning up the baby, Shui Miaomiao walked towards the high platform.
The ice coffin was open, Shui Miaomiao put the baby in, and the ice coffin closed automatically.
Shui Miaomiao tried it but couldn't open it.
That's it, she has done enough as a bystander.
Shui Miaomiao looked at the mop leaning against the wall. Before giving birth, Han had been doing hygiene. She probably didn't want her child to see the bloody and horrific scenes. She wanted to protect her child and try her best to give her the best.
Shui Miaomiao took a deep breath and walked towards Dobu.
She didn't know how to leave this dream. According to convention, when a person exploded in front of her, she should be frightened and woke up.
She was very timid, but she didn't expect to be unusually tenacious this time.
It's really unpleasant.
Shui Miaomiao looked at the blood-red feather cushion. Should she be lucky that there were no bones left, only a pool of blood, so she could just mop it up herself.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to drag Han to the side door.
After wiping the floor and washing the feather mat, Shui Miaomiao felt something hard put on her hand. She looked at it in her hand and saw that it was shaped like a teardrop, like the pendant of Leng Ning's necklace.
Is this unwillingness?
As Shui Miaomiao watched, her troubled heart calmed down inexplicably. It was obviously full of Han's hope and love.
Shui Miaomiao looked around, and after a while she stood up. She threw the teardrops into the air vent on the ice coffin. It's better for you to keep your mother's things by yourself.
The little baby was sleeping soundly. As Shui Miaomiao finished speaking, the baby seemed to sense something and grabbed the teardrop with a wave of his little hand.
Shui Miaomiao wanted to laugh but couldn't, so she shook her head and continued cleaning the ice palace.
Shui Miaomiao finished cleaning the ice palace and sat down on the clean feather cushion. Because the surroundings were too cold, only the feather cushion could feel a little warm.
The dream was not over yet. Shui Miaomiao rubbed her hands and couldn't help but think about the ice palace, ice coffin, and the beauty of the ice palace she had dreamed about earlier. Could it be this baby, but this baby has good eyes.
Thinking, thinking, Shui Miaomiao felt colder and colder, and her consciousness became deeper and deeper. No one else could feel so uncomfortable in her dream.
