I had no time to pay attention to their shouts. I just stretched out my hand and touched it, and my palm suddenly became moist and bright red.
The third uncle almost immediately wanted to rush over, but was stopped by Lin Zhenhua.
Jiao Mujiao, the soul-suppressing general in Kyoto, immediately set off a signal flare and loudly said: "Master Zang, please support us and our support will arrive soon."
"Who are you? You are so capable, why don't you even dare to show your true face to others?" The third uncle was so angry that he held the thousand-year thunder tree in his hand, which caused a burst of thunder.
In an instant, the area where they were was covered with dark clouds and lightning and thunder.
The loud rumbling noises and lightning and thunder fires came down alternately, which actually gave me a sense of dizziness. It was as if I was not standing on the ground at this moment, nor was I born in this world.
But the next moment, a heartbreaking pain forced me to wake up.
And when I looked down, I realized that the spear that originally pierced my chest had been pulled out with force again, and blood spurted out instantly.
I fell backward uncontrollably, but in the end I didn't fall to the ground. Instead, I was held up by the person behind me with a mask that pierced my chest.
The large amount of blood loss and the damage to my body made me feel so uncomfortable that I didn't even have the strength to speak.
But that's not what scares me the most. What scares me most is that my stomach started to hurt and blood began to appear under my feet.
I held my increasingly painful stomach with one hand, and raised my other hand with difficulty to take off his mask.
The man didn't stop me, but after I actually touched his mask, I realized that his mask was inlaid with magic power. In my current state, it was impossible to take off his mask.
But I couldn't help but sneer and said: "If you hurt me, why did you save me?"
Is it possible that he himself doesn’t know whether he wants to kill me or save me?
Seeing that he was silent and just hugged me tightly, I laughed and said, "Oh, you must be here for the Son of God."
If that's the case, how could I possibly let him have his wish?
So I immediately stretched out my hands and poured all the remaining divine power into my palms. Even if I died with the child, I would not let the people of Tiandao Palace get the Son of God.
"Ling'er, no." The familiar voice flashed past, making me unable to believe my ears.
I even wondered if I was in so much pain that I was hearing hallucinations.
But soon my hands were firmly held down by someone.
But after a while, I relieved myself from the severe pain and said rationally: "I will not let you get the Son of God, and Lin Zhenhua will not let you go when he comes back."
He still didn't answer me, which made me feel a little more hopeful.
Maybe he really is Lin Zhenhua?
After all, I don’t believe that the husband I have been with day and night for more than two months is someone else pretending to be.
But in the next moment, as countless people in black poured in from all directions, I suddenly became disheartened and realized that all these were just my thoughts.
But my hand was squeezed so tightly that I was unable to kill the child in my belly.
It hurts, it hurts so much!
My waist and abdomen seemed to have been crushed into pieces. The originally gentle abdomen was now as hard as a rock. I even felt that no matter how severe the injury I had suffered before, it was not half as painful as it was now.
The thin layer of sweat on my face soon fascinated my eyes. Even my consciousness gradually faded away.
But the pain that became more and more severe had no intention of letting me go. I was like a dying fish, with no hope of survival on the knife table and no way to seek death.
"Ling'er, don't be afraid. If you persist and use a little more strength, the baby will come out soon." A familiar voice sounded again.
I don’t know whether it was because I was afraid of being disappointed or because I really couldn’t move anymore. I didn’t even open my eyes this time. I just followed my instinct and whispered: "Zhenhua... why don’t you come and accompany me... it hurts..."
"I'm here, Ling'er, I'm here." The person next to me carefully placed her face against my face and rubbed it gently: "Ling'er, open your mouth and drink this medicine. You will be fine."
Is this medicine?
My mouth was forcibly opened and I felt a warm flow pouring into my mouth.
But is this really medicine?
Why didn't I taste the bitter taste, but instead smelled a strong smell of rust?
But before I had time to ask, I felt the divine power of the people around me gently helping me along my back. The gentle caresses and the steady flow of divine power helped me regain some strength.
Maybe it was the effect of the medicine, or maybe the magical power of the people around me was effective, but in short, I regained some strength again.
I followed my body's instinct and straightened my waist, but in the end the severe pain made me weakly hit the bed.
bed?
I lowered my head and glanced at the comfortable and warm big bed next to me, and said with a smile, "I am indeed hallucinating."
Otherwise, why would you think that you are actually lying on the bed?
"Ling'er, even if what you are seeing is just an illusion, our child is really going to be born. Can you work harder and give birth to him?" What caught my eye this time was no longer the masked one.
The man is Lin Zhenhua.
The Temple of Heaven is really awesome.
I sighed secretly in my heart, but when my hand was led by him to touch my bulging belly, I suddenly froze.
Regardless of whether he is the Son of God or not, he is my and Lin Zhenhua’s child.
Lin Zhenhua's whereabouts are unknown at the moment, so I should protect our children even more.
After taking a deep breath, I exerted force again and again, and my forehead, which had been dried by the divine power, started to drip with sweat again.
Fortunately, with the continuous input of divine power, I can already feel the child slowly sliding down. Although it hurts a lot, it also means that I will be able to meet the child soon.
only……
I suddenly held Lin Zhenhua's hand: "I know you are not him, and I also know that the people who came back after he disappeared are from the Tiandao Palace. But I beg you, please don't hurt this child, okay?"
Doesn’t the Temple of Heaven need the Son of God?
Then they will protect him well and not harm his life, right?
"Ling'er, give birth to the child well and leave the rest to me. Don't worry, even if I fall into the abyss of hell and turn into an evil Shura ghost, I will never let you and the child be harmed in the slightest."
"Thanks."
Suddenly, a sharp pain interrupted my next words. I just felt something slipping out, followed by a baby's cry.
Then all that was left in my eyes was blood red.
The blood on my chest continued to seep out, and the bed under my feet became increasingly moist. When the blood filled the air, I vaguely remembered the white dress Lin Zhenhua wore when registering my marriage.
It's so beautiful, but it's a pity that I won't be able to see it anymore.
"Ling'er!" A heartbreaking cry came into my ears.
But the next moment, I fell into boundless darkness, with no sound and no one, as if I was the only one left in the world.
"Master Zang, Master Zang, wake up."
"Chief, you will be fine. We are all here and you will be fine."
It was so noisy. I don’t know how long it took, but sounds kept pouring into my ears.
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