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"I want to drink water." The collapsed Yuan Zhao lay on the stone bed, his face pale and hungry.As a demon who has been fasting for many years, he doesn't understand what happened to his stomach.

Meng Zhang put a bowl of water on the square table made of wood, the water in the bowl was crystal clear.He blamed himself and worried, "Senior, how are you?"

Yuan Zhao sat up, drank a bowl of water slowly, sighed and touched his stomach, "My stomach often gurgles, I don't know if there is something wrong with Yuanying."

Meng Zhang looked at him hesitantly, "...Senior, you haven't eaten for several days."

Yuan Zhao vomited profusely in the past few days and couldn't eat anything. He had to eat three meals a day with fruit.After a long time, his hands and feet became weak and his face turned pale.

"I've been bigu for many years." Yuan Zhao lay back on the bed again, and silently pulled up the quilt to cover it.

Meng Zhang sat on the bed and watched him for a long time, then went out to catch a pheasant.The pheasant was caught in the valley next door. It grew fat and strong, and I don't know how much Ganoderma lucidum and Lingcao it ate.

When he was stewing chicken soup, he passed by a few wild foxes and couldn't help drooling.Yuan Zhao's stomach was very uncomfortable, and it was even more uncomfortable when he smelled the fragrance. He poked his head out, "Meng Zhang, what are you cooking? My stomach is even more uncomfortable."

Meng Zhang came over with a bowl of chicken soup, and sighed inwardly, "Senior, your stomach has been rumbling these days, it's not something wrong with the Nascent Soul, it's because you're hungry."

Yuan Zhao didn't believe it, he frowned, "But I've been fasting for many years, how could I feel hungry?"

When Meng Zhang first entered the practice, he didn't even have time to learn the technique of cleaning dust, not to mention bigu and other knowledge.He replied, "Maybe it's the sequelae of that formation."

Yuan Zhao was intimidated by the formation, and he felt the same way, "That's right. Let me taste this soup."

After a few bowls of soup, the hunger has gone down a lot.To Yuan Zhao's surprise, he drank the greasy chicken soup, but he didn't want to vomit at all.

"This soup is very strange." He exclaimed.

After two days, Yuan Zhao felt much better and started to drink mushroom soup.There are many fruit trees in this secret cliff, and there are also many spiritual objects. Meng Zhang felt sorry for his poor food and sleep these days, so he hunted many pheasants and wild foxes to nourish him.

After two months of mending, Yuan Zhao realized later that his stomach was getting bigger.Slightly raised, like holding a ball.

He sat on the rocking chair made by Meng Zhang, touched his stomach strangely, and said to Meng Zhang who was making soup, "Meng Zhang, your craftsmanship is getting better and better. Look at my stomach, isn't it big? A lot?"

Yuan Zhao was a little worried. As a demon king, he paid the most attention to his appearance on weekdays. Now that he has such a big belly, how can he face his subjects when he goes back?

Looking at it, Meng Zhang found that the lower abdomen of Yuan Zhaoxian's white fingers did indeed bulge quite a bit.He stopped making soup, walked over while wiping his hands, bent down and touched his abdomen, "Stuffed up?"

Yen Zhao had eaten a lot these past few days. He had just eaten the mushroom porridge in the morning, and he wanted to eat fruit. After eating the fruit, he urged Meng Zhang to kill the chicken.At the end of the day, I'm either eating or on the way to eat, and I don't exercise. It's strange if I don't eat.

Yuan Zhao said, "I just had a bowl of mushroom porridge in the morning, how could I be full?" He would never admit that he ate too much.

Meng Zhang also felt strange, "...could it really be the Yuanying's problem?"

Yuan Zhao nodded hurriedly, "I just said that something is wrong with my Nascent Soul, I'll use my spiritual sense to see."

He thought to himself, as the demon king, how could it be possible for me to grow a belly just because of a few bowls of porridge and a few pheasants?It must be the tomb's fault.

He closed his eyes and probed his consciousness.It doesn't matter at this point, but Yuan Zhao was startled, "My Nascent Soul, why did I mutate?"

I saw that in his abdomen, the Nascent Soul's figure like a little jade, which used to be quiet, was stretched out, with small arms and legs growing out, and it was curling up in the abdominal cavity.

Yuan Zhao was flustered, but he quickly calmed down.After ten thousand years of practice, I have never seen anything weird, it's just that the Nascent Soul has mutated. When he returns to the Yaozu, he will find a minister to discuss how to deal with the Nascent Soul.

Meng Zhang was only in the Qi gathering period, and he hadn't practiced his spiritual consciousness yet, so he couldn't see the abnormality of Yuanying in Yuan Zhao's body.Seeing Yuan Zhao's uneasy expression, he hurriedly said, "What has changed? But something went wrong in your practice?"

Yuan Zhao was embarrassed to say that he had grown small arms and legs, and said vaguely, "...Compared to before, he has grown up."

Meng Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, "Perhaps it's because you, senior, are so diligent in your cultivation."

He is a gas-gathering cultivator, not to mention Nascent Soul, Jindan has never seen it before.I thought that the Nascent Soul would grow up with the progress of the monks.

Yuan Zhao thought about it, and felt that what Meng Zhang said made sense.He had just married his Nascent Soul, so he knew very little about it.

Only then did the two feel relieved.Meng Zhang continued to stew the soup. He put a lot of mushrooms into the soup, and some spiritual plants before bringing it to the square table, "Senior, it's time to eat."

In the scorching summer, many new fruits grew in the valley outside.Yuan Zhao used his lunch and was so sleepy that he rubbed his eyes and went to bed.He was on his side, his cloud clothes were disheveled, like a bed of black hair.

Meng Zhang looked at him, and the complicated emotions in his heart surged up again.Senior...he sighed, helpless and happy.

In a blink of an eye, autumn and winter come.Although there are four seasons in the secret cliff, the flowers, plants and fruit trees don't care about the seasons, no matter you are in the deep winter and snow, they will bloom and grow lushly there.

A fire was burning in the cave, and the fire was so fierce that it melted the snow that had accumulated for a long time outside the entrance of the cave into water.It's freezing cold outside, and hot like summer inside.

Yuan Zhao sat on a stone bed covered with many layers of fox fur, his black hair scattered randomly, and his whole body was tightly wrapped.He was holding a wooden bowl of fruit, eating with gusto.

When Meng Zhang came back from the snowstorm, he shook off the snowflakes on his body, roasted by the fire for a while, and then walked towards the stone bed with a cloth bag of fruit.

"Are you back?" Yuan Zhao raised his head, "What did you hunt for?"

Meng Zhang sat on the bed and pursed his lips, "It's windy and snowy today, only a few pheasants were hunted."

Yuan Zhao's eyes fell on the cloth bag, and his heart was completely attracted to it, "Chicken soup is also good, remember to put some mushrooms in it to cook."

He leaned forward, and the fruit in the bowl fell out and rolled on the quilt.

Meng Zhang picked it up for him, and saw his round belly when he bent down, "Senior, does your stomach still hurt?"

Yuan Zhao's belly got bigger and bigger, like blowing up.I don't know what's going on. When he sleeps at night, he always feels something kicking him in his stomach. At first, he can bear it, but later the pain becomes unbearable.Legs also started to cramp.

Meng Zhang got up and rubbed him, worked hard, kicked and beat him.

Yuan Zhao was always worried at night, especially when he touched his stomach.Nascent Soul, Nascent Soul, what happened to you?How can it grow bigger and bigger?

Yuan Zhao is a real demon. Although he has been a demon king for thousands of years, he spends most of his time in retreat and does not have a single concubine.Yaoxiu's conceived child will show its original shape, and the pregnancy period is very short, and there is never any sign of fetal movement.So I didn't know I was pregnant.

Although Meng Zhang had seen a woman who was pregnant with Liujia, he had never thought about it.There is only one reason, Yuan Zhao is a man, although he is too beautiful, he is a real man.

He was only 14 years old when he went to Miya to practice. Although he knew that a child came out of the mother's womb, he didn't know anything about the rules for conceiving a child.Faced with this round belly, I always suspected that it was the sequelae of the tomb formation.

Yuan Zhao was picking out the fruit in the cloth bag, and touched his stomach when he heard the words, "It's okay if you don't mention it, but it will move violently when you mention it."

Meng Zhang handed him the fruit he picked up, sat on the head of the bed, and reached out to touch Yuan Zhao's stomach.

"Grow up again."

Night always falls quickly in cold winter, and the two of them had just finished their dinner when it was already pitch black outside.

After Yuan Zhao took a shower, he lay on the bed and thought about life.

"What are you thinking?" Meng Zhang came over and sat on the bedside to wipe his hair.

"I'm thinking about what to do with my Nascent Soul." It can't be allowed to grow like this.

I fell asleep thinking about it.

At night, Meng Zhang got up to rub his legs, Yuan Zhao clutched his stomach and slept on his side, maybe that Yuan Ying was playing tricks again, and he frowned in pain.

"Senior?" He called a few times in a low voice, but Yuan Zhao didn't wake up.

After Meng Zhang rubbed his legs, he was about to go back to sleep when Yuan Zhao's quilt fell off.There was a softness in his heart, and he bent down to pick it up. When he looked up, he saw Yuan Zhao's slightly swollen belly, and he couldn't help being taken aback.

When the round belly moved, the looming rose pattern on the belly gave off a faint golden light.

It was cold in winter, Yuan Zhao was covered tightly at night, and Meng Zhang never saw the rose lines on his stomach.

The sky was dimly bright, and the wind and snow were howling outside the cave.

Yuan Zhao woke up and found that Meng Zhang had disappeared.He walked around the cave, and when it was time for dinner, Meng Zhang still didn't come back.

He walked to the entrance of the cave with his stomach straight, saw Meng Zhang not far away in the wind and snow, and called out, "Meng Zhang."

Meng Zhang didn't even care about the hunted spirit deer, and hurried over, "Why did you come out? It's snowing outside, be careful, kid—" He paused, "Be careful not to catch the wind and cold."

Yuan Zhao was half-embraced and half-embraced by him, and was carefully taken back. He pursed his lips and smiled, "How can a monk get a cold? I'm already a baby."

Meng Zhang asked him to sit on the bed, half-kneeled on the ground, held his hand and asked, "Did you drink the mushroom porridge in the pot?"

Yuan Zhao rolled his eyes, "Drink it." He didn't dare to tell Meng Zhang that he was not in the mood to drink porridge when he was not there.

Meng Zhang held his hand tightly, "I hunted a spirit deer, and I will stew it for you later." There are also many fruits you like to eat.

Yuan Zhao's face turned bitter, "Can I replace it with pheasant?" He didn't want to eat venison, it was too unpalatable, "It can be replaced with wild boar."

Meng Zhang shook his head, "No, you need to mend your body." After several months, he didn't realize that Yuan Zhao had suffered for so long, and he couldn't forgive himself just thinking about it.

Yuan Zhao was very worried when he heard this. He rubbed his stomach, "I still have it? Look at my stomach, it's too full."

If he went on to make up for it, what face would he have to face his subjects when he returned to the Yaozu?

Meng Zhang was silent, and he said softly, "...if, I mean if, your stomach is not a Nascent Soul mutation, but a child."