Immortal Venerable who cultivates ruthless Tao is pregnant with my cub

"Call my husband to listen."

A warm and aggressive aura instantly enveloped him.

The remaining temperature of the hot face has not dropped, and the air exhaled by the people who came closer sprinkled on his earlobe, it was a little itchy, but it was getting hotter.

Pu Huaijin just felt a little dazed, and it seemed that the movement just now caught Pei Muzhi's attention.

So now I have to admit that I am awake, or continue to pretend to be asleep.

If he admitted that he was awake, wouldn't it be a disguised admission that when Pei Muzhi was doing those things just now, he was not only awake, but also listening by the side the whole time.

Just thinking about it... is really dirty!

Pu Huaijin closed her eyes tightly, and decided to pretend to sleep to the end.

Seeing that he was still closing his eyes calmly, but didn't know that the ups and downs of his chest had completely betrayed him, Pei Muzhi smiled and said nothing, but the hand that was originally on Pu Huaijin's waist began to move restlessly. Obstructed, grabbed something suddenly.

Sure enough, the person who had his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes and took a heavy breath. He obviously had already gritted his teeth to restrain himself, but let a low moan slip out of his lips.

Pei Muzhi's hands froze.

Pu Huaijin was also frightened by the sound he made, and suddenly felt as if his shame had been exposed to the light, which made him feel ashamed.

Turning her head sideways, hiding her face in the pillow, while pushing Pei Muzhi's hand, she couldn't say a word in embarrassment.

However, Pei Muzhi didn't give him a chance to obstruct him, and moved his hands up and down steadily. He lowered his voice and said, "Aren't you uncomfortable too, why don't I help you?"

The voice was as deep as a magnet, and it firmly attracted all of Pu Huaijin's consciousness, making him unable to think, so he had to let Pei Muzhi play with him.

At the critical moment near the end, Pei Muzhi suddenly deliberately played tricks, and pressed the release outlet with his thumb.

Feeling the uncontrollable tremors of the people beside him, he lowered his head close to Pu Huaijin's ear, and made a request that he thought was too much for him: "Call your husband to listen."

Pu Huaijin's mind was so confused that he didn't want to pay attention to his words at all, but kept pushing his hand and said weakly: "Let go..."

However, there was no strength in his whole body, and it was soft to push on Pei Muzhi's arm, and he couldn't exert any strength at all.

Although Pu Huaijin turned his head to the side and couldn't see the expression on his face clearly in the dark, Pei Muzhi thought that he must have been smudged with red clouds, his brows were furrowed, and he bit his lower lip in embarrassment. To ooze tears, clearly already blurred but trying to stay awake.

"Call out and I'll let go."

Pu Huaijin had never felt such torment, but she was powerless.

Even so, he did not agree to Pei Muzhi's unreasonable request, but confronted him with silence.

After getting along for so many days, Pei Muzhi also discovered that Pu Huaijin doesn't like hard and soft people. If you have to choose one, it's better to choose the soft one than the hard one. After all, although it can't be said to be useful every time, it is still useful occasionally.

Thinking of this, he let go of his thumb.

Anyway, it's a long time coming to Japan.

After being suppressed for a long time and released, he finally let go of his tense body, but the feeling of shame in his heart could not fade no matter what.

Pu Huaijin turned her back to him, afraid that the other party would see her in such a mess.

"Angry?"

Pei Muzhi's voice was languid, and there was a bit of meaning in his tone.

Pu Huaijin pressed her lower lip tightly, unwilling to answer him.

There was no other way, so Pei Muzhi had no choice but to hold back his temper, gently put the wrist around his waist, put it under his swollen abdomen, and coaxed softly: "Don't be angry, it's a big deal that I will let you get it back next time."

"Who wants to..."

Pu Huaijin was thin-skinned, unlike him who always liked to talk dirty, he couldn't say the last two words, so he simply shut up.

Pei Muzhi hugged him, calmed down and comforted him: "Turn around and lie on my side, it's good for the baby, and you can feel more comfortable."

Pu Huaijin pretended not to hear, not to mention that a person who usually has nothing to do with gentleness would care about his lying position in order to relax.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Pei Muzhi could only do it himself and forcibly turned the person around to face him.

Pu Huaijin frowned at first, but then gradually relaxed.

To be honest, it really relieved a lot.

Pei Muzhi lowered his head and saw Pu Huaijin's face clearly under the faint moonlight. His eyes were still closed, with a peaceful expression.

Inexplicably, he felt a sense of accomplishment. He gently embraced the person's back and whispered, "Go to sleep."

Thinking of the conversation with Langtou in the field on the top of the mountain during the day, although the mortal was bold and presumptuous and ignorant of flattery, he dared to speak out and mock him, but in the end, what he said was rough and reasonable. Hearing Langtou mention that his wife at home was also pregnant, intentionally or not He also talked about how he took care of her on weekdays. At that time, he was very disdainful when he heard it. He just felt that he was a mortal, and his body and life were too fragile.

But disdain is disdain, what Langtou said, I still memorized a few sentences casually.

Now it seems that it is quite applicable to Pu Huaijin.

Thinking of this, Pei Muzhi snorted again.

He is obviously still a fairy, but without spiritual power, he is as fragile as a mortal, and he has to be taken care of by a majestic demon god himself. This kind of thing never existed before.

Gritting his teeth, he couldn't help reaching out and gently pinching the waist of the person in his arms.

Just have fun.

Pu Huaijin was already about to fall asleep, but when Pei Muzhi pinched her, she frowned again and said, "Go out if you can't sleep."

As soon as the words fell, the other party had already let go of his hand, put it back on his waist again, and said, "Sleep, sleep, sleep."

In the early morning of the second day, when Pu Huaijin woke up, he was the only one on the bed, and the brocade quilt beside him was still warm, so it could be seen that he had not left for a long time.

He lay down and lost his mind for a while, then slowly got up.

I slept very peacefully last night, had no dreams, and felt much better.

With a casual glance, he found a letter sealed with spiritual power under the pillow, with a faint light shining, as if deliberately attracting his attention.

Pu Huaijin raised her hand, the envelope opened automatically, and a few lines from right to left appeared in front of her.

It was left by Pei Muzhi.

After reading it from beginning to end, it basically means that he needs to go back to deal with important matters in the demon world, let Pu Huaijin stay in the human world, don't think about running away, if he does, he will do whatever he wants, but Pu Huaijin skipped that part directly.

The affairs of the devil world have always been handled by Dai Tong, everything is in order, unless he is undecided, he will not disturb Pei Muzhi.

Pu Huaijin didn't think much about it, it was just the internal affairs of the Demon Realm itself, and it was not his turn to worry about it as a person from the Immortal Realm.

I remembered that there was still half of the "Prajna Heart Sutra" in the study room yesterday. This book is very suitable for disciples who have just entered the immortal sect. It was difficult for the disciple to read it, so he wanted to be idle, and re-transcribed the contents of the Heart Sutra in concise and easy-to-understand sentences. In this way, even disciples who have just entered the immortal sect can easily understand it in the future.

Spread out the paper, hold the pen and dip it in the ink, and write slowly.

A gust of wind passed by his ears, blowing his long hair hanging from his temples.

The hand holding the pen paused, Pu Huaijin put the brush on the pen stand, and said coldly, "Come out."

I saw the figure flash past quickly, and a person appeared in front of the desk.

Compared with the day when Pu Huaijin bloodbathed the ghost world, today this person changed into black clothes with a black cloak outside, covering himself tightly.

On that day, he was injured by the sword energy of Yuan Chenjian, and fell dying among the ghosts. When Pei Muzhi arrived, he pointed all the spears at Weiyan, and didn't notice his existence at all, so he escaped. I have lived so far.

"Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from the eyes of the Immortal Venerable."

He raised his hand and lowered the brim of his hat.

She has a handsome face, but there is a half-finger-long scar on the corner of her right eyebrow, which looks a bit abrupt.This scar was injured by the sword energy when Yuan Chen swung it that day. I thought it would fade away in a few days, but I didn't expect Yuan Chen's sword energy to be so overbearing, leaving traces that could never be erased.

It is the strings.

Pu Huaijin's ice-cold eyes swept over the unexpected guest in front of him.

Le Xian lowered his eyes and looked at the other person's swollen abdomen. Jealousy, resentment, pain, all kinds of emotions surged up, and he could no longer keep the smile on his face. He pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, and asked in a hoarse voice: "How much?" See you soon, Immortal Venerable...how are you?"

"How did you find it?"

Pu Huaijin directly ignored his question and got straight to the point.

Le Xian smiled wryly, how stupid she was, since she already knew everything in her heart, she still had a chance to ask.

If it wasn't good, how could he try his best to save the child in his womb even if he tried his best that day? When he escaped death in the ghost world, Pu Huaijin was in love with Pei Muzhi in the human world.

"I have my own way," Yue Xian replied, but felt more and more bitter in his heart, and said, "Immortal Venerable, are you really planning to fall down like this?"

Facing his words, Pu Huaijin felt nothing in his heart.

In his eyes, in the eyes of Xianmen, how can it be considered depravity?

He hasn't lost his sword heart, hasn't broken the ruthless way, and hasn't been moved by emotion. If he is depraved just because he is pregnant with a demon seed, then maybe they think that Huaqing Immortal Venerable should be praised, held high, Admired by all, it is good to be alone forever in a high place.

Pu Huaijin didn't even think about talking to him, so she turned around and started to leave, intending to leave Yue Xian alone in the room.

"Xuanyu Xianzun is having a bad time these days."

As soon as the words came out, Pu Huaijin's footsteps stopped.

Yuexian continued: "After returning to Yisanzhou, he often coughed up blood and was still in a trance. Occasionally when he was sober, he muttered that he wanted to take you back."

Pu Huaijin clenched his fist hidden in his sleeve.

Sure enough, until now, only when things fail to make sense can he stop for a moment.

"The Yunpo Pearl was destroyed, the broken thread in the Mingyue Tower dissipated, and Xuanyu Xianzun just happened to come to the Demon Realm, and it became like this when he returned. Don't the Xianzun feel strange?"

Yue Xian deliberately mentioned the connection between some people and some things, just to test Pu Huaijin's reaction, but Pu Huaijin was calmer than he imagined.

He had no choice but to change direction: "The Immortal Venerable is not interested in these things, so Wu Xie should be interested."