Yang Fengyin

The day of giving birth is getting closer and closer, and I have become more and more powerless these days. I used to go to Xiao Muran's side every day to check, but now I have no energy at all.

"Ruohe, don't waste your spiritual power. My own body knows that after giving birth, it will be exhausted." Seeing Ruohe continuously injecting spiritual power into me to relieve my discomfort, I am grateful , but couldn't bear to let one more person fall for me, "I think it's been two days." As soon as I finished speaking, I felt the pain in my abdomen.

"Master Miko?" Ruohe looked at me in panic.

"Go out and watch for me. I can do it alone." The child I am going to give birth to can only be born by me alone, and no one can help me.

"I..." Ruohe was at a loss.

"Hiss... Get out... You know, no one can help me, I can only rely on myself." I lay back on the bed with difficulty, cast a barrier on myself, and prepared to face more fierce labor pains.

"Yes." Ruohe finally backed out.

Lying on the bed, my mind is a little distracted, I can't imagine that having a baby can be so painful, and I'm just getting started.

Close your eyes and concentrate all your body's spiritual power in your abdomen, waiting for the child to absorb it. This is really a life-for-life exchange. Use all your energy to exchange your child's healthy birth.

Time passed by little by little, and my life was also passing by little by little. When I was in a daze, I seemed to see Xiao Muran at my bedside, leaning over and kissing my forehead lightly, and said something.

"Ah Jing, start over."

Is that what he said?

When I woke up and looked around, I saw the familiar smell of white sheets and disinfectant.

Hospital?

I raised my hand, with a needle inserted in the back of my hand, and I was on a drip.

I am back?

At this time, my parents just opened the door and came in. When I woke up, my mother cried and sat by the bed, and my father comforted me.

They have long forgotten that they sent me to another world, and they don’t know what a witch unicorn is, and about me being a man and a woman, only I know about it. Now I am their son Han Jing, because of camping He was accidentally missing for a few days and was finally rescued.

Is our child a son or a daughter?Or is it all a dream?

After I was discharged from the hospital, I tried to find traces of Taoism at school, but there was nothing left except for the remaining spiritual power and memory in my body.

"Professor Han, this paper has been revised, please take a look." The teaching assistant put a stack of papers in front of me.

"Ah, sorry to trouble you Xiaoye, it's getting late, you go back first." I picked up the paper on the table and said to the teaching assistant.

"Okay, then I'll go back first. Goodbye, Professor Han." Xiaoye said goodbye to me and left the office.

In a blink of an eye, I was already a professor staying at the school. I was 30 years old and single. My family was anxious to find a partner for me, but they didn't know that I had already given birth to a child, and there was someone they couldn't let go of.

After checking the thesis, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening. I put on my coat, changed the lights in the office, locked the door, and left the North Teaching Building.

"Today is the full moon." As soon as I stepped out of the teaching building, the moonlight shone on my body, and I was fascinated by the moon as I walked.

"Who are you? Why did you appear in the palace?"

I was taken aback when I heard the voice, turned my head to look at that person, tears flowed down unconsciously, I am very familiar with this spiritual power, who would it be if it wasn't mine, even though I haven't even seen him.

"I'm just a stranger who strayed in. I lost my composure. Are you?" I wiped away my tears and looked at him.

"He is the unicorn of Fengjing Country. Rui'er, you go down first." The voice said.

This voice may never be forgotten in my life, so I dare not look at him.

"Master..." The man named Rui'er withdrew hesitantly.

I turned my back to him, listening to his footsteps approaching me step by step, and then stepping forward to me.

"Ah Jing, 300 years have passed, and you are back." He said.

"You... aren't you a dream?" I stroked his cheek with trembling hands, "Xiao...Muran, you're still alive..." The voice was sobbing intermittently.

"Jing, I'm still alive." He smiled and hugged me. "Rui'er saved us. It seems that we all underestimated the ability of the witch and the son of the unicorn. After so many reincarnations in the past, we finally did not wait in vain."

"So many reincarnations?" I leaned on his shoulder and asked.

"It's a long story, would you like to stay and listen to me?" he asked.

Nod your head, no matter how long the story is, I am willing to listen to it.

The author has something to say:

Hasty?Not in a hurry?I can't tell either. . .Once upon a time, what I wanted to write was a very, very long novel, and then I wrote it for a long, long time... Finally, I found that my... limit is probably... Then the boy becomes a youth, just a dream when I was young.