At that moment, the little hand stretched out tremblingly from the bloody flesh.
Everyone present who was responsible for delivering the baby, especially Situ Yong, suddenly had a drastic change in their heavy expressions.
They all looked at the little hand as white as a lotus root in disbelief.
Fat Dudu's five fingers, with their delicate downy hair, were like a white lotus emerging from the mud but unstained in Mo Zhui's scarred abdomen. They were so clean that it was incredible.
Mo Lie, who had just screamed, his face changed again, and his clear eyes were once again dyed pure black. He suddenly tilted his head and grinned innocently.
A slender head emerged, with no facial features, and a fat little mouth, open to suck its fingers.
Mo Jie was smiling, but the skin all over his body shriveled up at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye, and lost its luster in the blink of an eye.
Situ Yong and Xi'er were both stunned. No one had ever seen such a weird "birth", let alone such a miserable "pregnant husband". Mo Jie seemed to have been taken away, his breath gradually weakened, but The smile on his face grew bigger and bigger, and the pure black eyes looking at the "Nascent Soul" in his belly faintly revealed a light called "love".
When Situ Yong and Xi'er were at a loss, Zheng Xiu stepped between Xi'er and Situ Yong, held the little head in one hand, pulled it out of Mo Jie's body with a "wave", and threw it aside.
"Sew quickly."
It was as if Zheng Xiu had done something trivial. After throwing away the Nascent Soul, Mo Jiu went limp and fell to the ground, with more air coming out and less air coming in. Zheng Xiu pointed at Mo Zhuo's belly and patted Xi'er. Xi'er groaned and suddenly came back to her senses. Her scalp felt numb as she looked at the flesh-and-blood model Hu's belly.
The next second, Xi'er held the needle in both hands, and in the blink of an eye, a pair of skillful hands flew back and forth on Mo Zhui's belly in a few breaths. The shadows of his hands were heavy, and a single glance made Mo Zhui's belly "look" like a seam. alright.
Zheng Xiu looked at the sutured wound and couldn't help but be stunned. She secretly said that she was indeed a tailor, and she actually sewed an embroidery in the shape of a chrysanthemum on Mo Xiao's belly.
It's just that it's sewn on the surface.
Black and red blood was still pouring out between the needles and threads.
Mo Lie's aura became weaker and weaker.
[Surprise Cage] Rarely used the only big move that can cure everything, "Compassionate Rain". Xi'er and Situ Yong completed this difficult delivery within the time limit when the skills had to be thrown out. In Zheng Xiu's hands The Tang Dynasty sword "Broken Moon" has a thin layer of green light on its blade. The young man smiled slightly, swung a knife towards Mo Zhuo's belly, and sheathed it gracefully.
Card.
"Compassionate Heaven and Merciful Rain."
Zheng Xiu closed his eyes, and the Tang Dao disappeared in his hand.
The demonic purple halo in the sky disappeared, and a brilliant green light rain fell on Lu Town like a miracle.
The young man slashed out a green light that filled the sky.
"Wow! So green!"
Xi'er opened her mouth into an "o" shape.
The chrysanthemum wound on Mo Zhuo's belly healed quickly under the green light rain.
In the distance, the snake stretched out its chest and made a sound of "oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, hissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssingsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss from or from.
The wound...healed!
came back! came back! They're all back!
The snake burst into tears instantly.
I wish I could bear a little more moisture from the rain and dew.
After throwing the ultimate move "Sorrow of Mercy" in this way, Zheng Xiu took a few steps and looked for the "Nascent Soul" just thrown out among the ruins.
The "Nascent Soul" that looks exactly like a baby has long since disappeared.
"Died in infancy."
Situ Yong came behind the young man and expressed regret: "What a pity! This is a rare 'case' that only happens once in a lifetime."
Zheng Xiu raised his hand, hesitant on his face. The Nascent Soul looked so similar to a human baby that it was difficult to start. Perhaps dying on your own would be the best outcome. Thinking of this, Zheng Xiu turned around.
Zheng Xiu's mind was not here, so he solved the "Nascent Soul" and saved Mo Jie with a move of "Compassionate Heaven and Merciful Rain". He returned to the place where Xianggu and Bai Qiuyue disappeared, pacing back and forth, rubbing his forehead.
He is still thinking about why Zhu has the ability to "incarnate", why he can move across distances regardless of distance, and why he can disappear into thin air under his nose.
"Where did he go?"
"It turns out that his previous movement method was not limited to the 'crowman'?"
"In this case, it will be really difficult to catch that guy."
"how so?"
"Why?"
"Why is everything about him so similar to the Prisoner?"
"Am I not the only 'prisoner' in the world?"
"No, the 'Prisoner''s trick is on me. I am Jiazi, the only 'Jiazi' in the world! I am innocent!"
"If he's not a prisoner, could he have similar abilities?"
"Yes, maybe it's the thaumaturgy of the ferryman Bai Qiuyue!"
Questions sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.
Zheng Xiu suddenly remembered Zhu’s experience.
A thousand years ago, he went through all kinds of hardships and finally saw the "scorching sun".
"Hmm...could it be that the 'scorching sun' he saw a thousand years ago was...me?"
A ridiculous idea came to mind.
Immediately afterwards, Zheng Xiu laughed "haha".
"impossible."
Zheng Xiu shook his head vigorously. Because this speculation was too absurd and bizarre, Zheng Xiu immediately rejected it.
Zhu is so mysterious, Zheng Xiu finally caught Zhu's little tail in Lu Town, and he really doesn't want to let Zhu leave.
Or maybe Zhu was hiding in the dark at this moment, observing Zheng Xiu's every move.
No matter what, Zheng Xiu didn't want to believe that Zhu had been incarnating as "Xiang Gu" in Lu Town for the sake of "Nascent Soul" and had been planning for a whole year. Now that the Disaster Prevention Bureau has no intention of disrupting the situation, Zhu Hui would give up easily.
In this way, wouldn't Zhu's incarnation "Xiang Gu" be sold in vain this year?
Thinking about it, Zheng Xiu felt sorry for Zhu.
"Maomao, tell me, if he has similar abilities to me, why can't I go where he can?"
Zheng Xiu thought about it but couldn't find a way, so he let go of the orange cat that was pulling his hair on top of his head, squeezed the orange cat's shoulders, and asked in a low voice.
"Meow."
The orange cat whimpered with no meaning, turned away his head, and ignored Zheng Xiu.
Maomao, who hadn't eaten fried fish cakes for a long time, felt a knot in his heart.
At this moment, the devastated Lu Town finally calmed down, and everyone chose a place to rest. The snake still rubbed her chest in disbelief, looking at the sky eagerly, longing for another piece of sweet rain to nourish her wounds and grow back some more.
Ye looked at the strange behavior of the snake, and looked at the boy playing with the cat in the distance with a strange look on his face.
"Hey, old miracle doctor, why am I looking at..." Whether the young man is a big horse or a small pony, he is the center of attention wherever he goes. Xi'er paid attention to Zheng Xiu from time to time. She noticed Zheng Xiu's strange behavior and couldn't help but poke the old miracle doctor with an embroidery needle. She asked in a low voice: "The young master seems to... please Mao Zhu?"
She finally came up with the inappropriate word "please".
If it were more appropriate, the word "lick" should be used.
Situ Yong was looking at the healed "chrysanthemum" scar on Mo Xiao's belly. In his opinion, the wound that healed miraculously after bathing in the green light rain was undoubtedly a medical miracle that spanned the ages. What he couldn't figure out was what kind of path this young man had taken, and how he could still understand the magical arts of [The Healer]. He was thinking about whether to ask Mo Jiao to go to his medical clinic when he went back so that he could study and figure it out. When he heard Xi'er's question, he didn't even raise his head and rolled his eyes: "What happened to the favor? After all, The temperament of a young man is quite normal.”
The implication is: How can children understand the happiness of adults? Look at the old miracle doctor, studying chrysanthemum embroidery. Look at the sewing skills, how beautiful it is, it can be called art.
The interaction between the boy and the orange cat continues.
The orange cat ignored the boy.
Zheng Xiu had no choice but to take out his trump card.
He mysteriously took out a piece of fried fish cake from his arms.
"Whoosh!"
Zheng Xiu's eyes flashed, and the next second the fried fish cake was already in the mouth of the orange cat.
"Meow meow meow!"
【It’s very simple, meow! 】
Before he knew it, Zheng Xiu's [Foreign Language] improved rapidly and he could understand most of the cats' meow language.
Sure enough, the shortcut to improving skills is to pluck wool.
Zheng Xiu, who spends his time with cats all day long, is pleased to say that [Foreign Language] has achieved great success.
"Say? Go back and fry the fishcakes."
Zheng Xiu draws cakes for Maomao.
The orange cat bites the fried fish cake in its mouth, and the cake painted by Zheng Xiu also has a little more credibility. It glanced up at Zheng Xiu, pointed at the air and meowed.
"Your 'Bund' is independent and non-interoperable."
"But if it's you, you should be able to travel between the 'Bunds'."
Zheng Xiu was stunned: "The Bund?"
"That's what you call the 'doorway', meow."
The orange cat continued to meow: "However, the Bund is also in the 'crack'. If you humans really go in, you will probably die."
Zheng Xiu grinned: "I...not exactly."
Zheng Xiu's implication was that he was an incarnation and would die when he died.
As he spoke, Zheng Xiu shook his wings.
At this moment, he has not canceled the demonic form of [Bird in Prison].
"Okay, meow~"
The orange cat jumped on top of Zheng Xiu's head, swallowed the fried fishcake cleanly, and stretched out its pink hut to lick its lips. The orange cat stretched out eight fingers: "Eight horses?"
It took Zheng Xiu a while to remember the saying "Eight horses are hard to catch", and he nodded vigorously: "Eight horses!"
Orange cats always like to bargain in strange places.
"The 'gap' they opened just now is still there."
The orange cat guided Zheng Xiu to the direction where Bai Qiuyue and Xiang Gu disappeared just now, and its nose twitched: "It's still meowing as expected." The orange cat patted Zheng Xiu's head with its soft cat paws unceremoniously: "Meow! Meditate on you The 'Bund'! Imagine that your 'Bund' overlaps with the 'gap', and you can swoop in!"
The orange cat meowed something casually, as if it was a piece of cake.
Zheng Xiu was confused and didn't understand at all: "Can you speak human language?"
The orange cat rolled his eyes: "No."
"I mean, can you make it clear?"
"Just open it with a swish! Go in with a swish! The key point is breathing!"
As he spoke, the orange cat gestured in slow motion with its left paw and right paw. The trajectory of the cat's claws faintly showed a looming gray mirror surface, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Zheng Xiu tried to meditate on the "Gateway", but as soon as he calmed down, he would easily return to the mental prison, and almost caused the incarnation to cancel the fugue.
Opening and closing eyes, opening and closing eyes, no success.
"Just a human." The orange cat impatiently jumped down from Zheng Xiu's head, watching Zheng Xiu go back and forth without success. The orange cat's tail was wrapped around Zheng Xiu's neck, and it came to Zheng Xiu with support.
The orange cat lowered his head and hesitated, meowing to himself, and then nodded vigorously: "Yeah, for the sake of fried fish cakes, meow."
It opened its mouth and nibbled on Zheng Xiu's face.
In an instant.
Zheng Xiu's eyes turned pure black.
The whites of his eyes disappear.
Like a puppet, he stretched out his hand toward the empty front.
Plop!
Zheng Xiu felt that he was in a strange state.
It was as if something was controlling his incarnation, but his senses were extremely clear, his vision turned into black and white, and a layer of white fireworks burned on the surface of everything, either brightly or darkly.
This is a deeper vision than "spiritual vision".
A more nuanced angle than "investigation".
Even the bite from the kitten on his face just now gave Zheng Xiu the illusion of an extremely long time, as if the orange cat was nibbling back and forth on his face.
So slow, so slow, so slow.
Yet extremely intuitive and clear.
It's like... he is looking directly at the nature of the world.
Zheng Xiu subconsciously stretched out his hand, and there was a vague "crack" there. Zheng Xiu stretched his hand in, and his fingers were submerged in the ripples. There was a cold and sticky feeling inside, as if he was soaked in sea water.
One hand is not enough.
Zheng Xiu used both hands to scratch the sides of the crack.
Pull hard.
"Whoosh!"
There was a strange "sound effect" in his ears.
The second before entering the rift, a ridiculous thought came to Zheng Xiu's mind: It was really like what Maomao said, just open it with a "swish" and go in with a "swish", it's that simple.
…
"The 'child' that Mo Jie gave birth to..."
Ye watched the snake move its chest strangely back and forth, wondering in his heart, but did not bother him. He looked at the motionless "baby corpse" from a distance and said to the others: "What should we do with it?"
Situ Yong was still studying the wound on Mo Lie's belly. After hearing this, he finally raised his head and asked tentatively: "Take it back?"
He wanted to say that such a precious case should be taken back for study.
Xi'er immediately shook her head: "Goodbye, after all, he was the one who gave birth to her. It's so cruel."
Ye nodded: "Why don't we find a secluded place to bury him and let him rest in peace."
Situ Yong sighed: "That's fine."
Xi'er said: "It's better to let the young master make the decision. Didn't I tell you earlier? Now we are doing things outside. Everything depends on the young master. Whatever he says will be done..." Since no one can see that Xiao Ma Zheng Xiu He is the Red King himself, and Xi'er doesn't intend to point it out. It would be nice to have more fun watching it. But in the middle of her words, when she was about to ask Pony Red King for his opinion, Xi'er was suddenly startled: "Where is the master?"
Ye frowned: "What master?"
Situ Yong: "Which master?"
Xi'er's scalp went numb instantly, and she walked to where Zheng Xiu and Orange Cat were just now: "Master, no, I mean the young master! He was still here just now! In the blink of an eye, he was gone. !”
Situ Yong waved his hands carelessly: "No need to be nervous, the young master has always been elusive and playful. Maybe he went to the next street to demolish the house again. If you want to ask him how to deal with the baby's body, there is no need to worry... "
"Uh... Brothers and sisters, please excuse me." Jun Buxiao, who had been standing in the corner changing masks and playing, silently picked up the scissors and pointed them into the distance: "I think how to dispose of the body You can take it slow.”
Jun Buxiao instantly put on a "heavy" mask: "We may... be in trouble."
The "dead" "Nascent Soul" stood up silently.
A dull "umbilical cord" grows from the baby's navel and connects to the void.
