Quick Travel: After dressing up as a villain, he is bound to the childbirth system

Chapter 734 Born with Sword Bones, Little Master Uncle x2 Paranoid Cultivation 77

Yin Wu Yue's handsome face suddenly turned gloomy, dark mist surged in his eyes, and his inner possessiveness and suppressed emotions surfaced again.

For no apparent reason, a fire ignited within him, burning him to the point of losing his mind.

Yin Wuyue wanted to ask Zhu Baishao in person what she was thinking, why she was like this, why she didn't love either of them, even hated them, but now she accepted another one...

Could it be because of the baby in her belly?

Just because Zhao Qing is the father of the child, she is especially kind to him?

If so...

Yin Wu Yue pursed his red lips. He could also use this method to keep her and tie her down.

pat.

The door was locked, and Yin Wu Yue's suddenly heavier footsteps attracted the attention of those who were chatting. Among them, the lady from the bun shop felt a little embarrassed when she saw that Yin Wu Yue was in a bad mood.

Zhu Baishao did not wear her hair in a bun. The old lady did not know about the situation before and was planning to bring Yin Wu Yue and Zhu Baishao together. Now that her husband has come, the situation is inevitably a little awkward.

Seeing Yin Wu Yue's cold face and hurried footsteps towards the clinic, the lady immediately spoke up, "Boss Yin, there are many beautiful women out there. Doctor Zhu and her husband have a deep relationship. This is their third child. If you don't mind, I have a niece from my mother's family..."

All kinds of dark thoughts surged in Yin Wu Yue's mind, and he was so angry that he almost lost his mind. He didn't listen to her words at all and walked away in big strides.

He was full of anger before knocking on the door, but he felt some regret after knocking on the door.

He was not the husband in the fantasy who had heart-to-heart talks with Xiao Baishao and made her feel dependent and affectionate, and she was no longer the little girl who needed his protection.

She refused to admit it and was rejecting their relationship even at the cost of her life. Wouldn't it make her feel worse about herself if he came to her house and questioned her like this?

A rare hesitation flashed across Yin Wu Yue's sleeping eyes, but just as he was about to turn around and leave, the door in front of him opened, revealing the face that he had guessed and extremely did not want to see.

"Zhao... Qing..."

He gritted his teeth. If he had known this day would come, he would have killed him.

If we trace it back further, the distracted consciousness should have directly shattered his spirit, causing his consciousness to disappear and his soul to scatter.

But who can accurately predict the future?

At that time, his distracted consciousness had not yet returned, and he had no idea that he would fall in love with a swordsman who had no sense of romance and no understanding of romance.

Looking at Yin Wu Yue's gloomy and ugly face, Zhao Qing straightened his back and forced a smile on his handsome face with his back to the main room. He sent a telepathic message to the former, "Senior, it's been a long time since we last met."

Zhao Qing's words sounded like a normal greeting, but at this time and place, one was inside the door and the other was outside, this was undoubtedly a provocation. Yin Wu Yue's eyebrows naturally gave rise to a fierce look, "Looking for death!"

bang——

The old door shattered under the combined force of the two men, raising flying wood chips.

Yin Wu Yue's palm was covered with a layer of black demonic energy. Today he was going to cripple Zhao Qing first and let him taste the pain of the demonic energy corroding his spiritual bones like a maggot.

Zhao Qing knew that his cultivation was limited and he was no match for Yin Wu Yue, the Mahayana Demon Lord. He had no intention of fighting back and did not dodge when the other party's demonic hand reached out.

Yin Wu Yue easily grabbed Zhao Qing's neck and lifted him up. He said in a grim voice, "For the sake of our friendship over the years, I have spared you many times, but now it seems that you really should not be alive."

"Ahem... Senior, are you going to hold back on me... Ahem... or are you afraid that after you kill me, my sister will blame you?"

Zhao Qing was grabbed by the neck and lifted in the air, and he did not forget to rub salt into his wounds.

"Ah……"

Yin Wu Yue sneered, and the demonic energy in his palm rushed into Zhao Qing's body, devouring each other with his spiritual power.

Zhao Qing's face turned gradually pale, and black spider-like lines appeared from his neck and climbed up to his face. Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. He did not endure the pain, and groans of pain came from his mouth from time to time.

"Zhao Qing, who's coming from outside? Why is there such a big commotion?"

The timing was so precise.

Zhu Baishao heard the noise, and when she walked out, she saw Yin Wu Yue grabbing Zhao Qing's neck with a sinister look and lifting him up. The latter's face was as pale as gold paper, with spider veins spreading all over it, his expression was painful, and sticky blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"What are you two...doing?"

The woman's voice was slightly cold, like the breaking of ice in spring, which suddenly brought people back to their senses.

Yin Wu Yue subconsciously suppressed the murderous intent on his face and loosened his hand, so Zhao Qing fell to the ground like a piece of rag.

“Ahem… I originally came from the mortal world… ahem… I have only been practicing for a short time, ahem… I am indeed not as good as the Demon Lord. I… ahem… I am only here to atone my sins… If the Demon Lord wants to kill me, please wait until I have atone my sins…”

"Cough cough cough..."

Zhao Qing was coughing so hard that the blood at the corner of his mouth flowed even more rapidly.

Zhu Baishao's expression changed, and spiritual power surged from his fingertips, helping Zhao Qing suppress the evil spirit that was creating chaos in his body.

"The Demon Lord came uninvited and hurt people as soon as he arrived. What do you want?"

She didn't look at Yin Wu Yue, and her tone was a little cold.

Yin Wu Yue stared at the two people who were healing their wounds without blinking. At this moment, Yin Wu Yue truly felt the boiling murderous intent surging in his body.

How could a man be so pretentious?

These days Yin Wu Yue has been trying to make Zhu Baishao adapt to his presence, and he has been quite successful. At least Zhu Baishao has no resistance to the spiritual fruits he sent her.

If he wants more, he will probably have to keep persevering. He has a lot of patience.

Be patient and wait for the day when everything will come to fruition.

However, this patience turned into unspeakable irritation when she went to check on Zhao Qing's injuries.

All this seemed to remind him that Zhu Baishao and Zhao Qing had a past that he didn't know about.

But the past…he and she also have it. Isn’t the past in the illusion also the past?

Zhu Baishao's fingers on Zhao Qing's wrist were so dazzling that Yin Wu Yue didn't want to look at it, so he pinched his fingers together and drew the evil energy out of Zhao Qing's body.

"Sister... um..."

Zhao Qing wanted to continue pretending to be weak, but Yin Wu Yue sealed his lips and tongue with a spell. He could only glare at him with hatred while pretending to be pitiful and weak.

Zhu Baishao's fingers passed across Zhao Qing's lips, she released the spell for him, and tried to help him stand up.

Zhao Qing would not forget that she was pregnant. She slowly stood up, then lowered her head and smiled.

He just now found some attention to himself in Zhu Baishao's clear and cool eyes. After all, it was not the elder paying attention to the younger.

From nothing to something, how can it not be considered a response?

"It looks like the injury isn't serious."

Seeing Zhao Qing smiling, Yin Wu Yue knew why he was so happy, and he couldn't help but make a sinister sound, as if he was going to beat him again and kill him with his own hands.