Xie Yin's eyes crinkled with a smile: "It was your mental power that told me." He placed his hand on the top of her head: "When you're thinking, first establish a mental shield..."

Xie Yin taught her step by step.

Jiang Shuyin fiddled with it for a while, then looked at him and asked: "Now?"

Xie Yin: "I can't hear you."

Jiang Shuyin frowned: "Really?"

Xie Yin: "It's true."

Jiang Shuyin glared at her: "Then how could you hear that?"

Xie Yin chuckled: "Your expression is easy to guess."

Jiang Shuyin rubbed her face.

[Host, there are three days left until ovulation.]

The words flashed by.

Jiang Shuyin turned off her phone, looked up at him and asked, "How are Qingwu and the others?"

Xie Yin: "It's still the same. Please ask the elders to keep an eye on things for us. Xiusmini's actions have violated the rules of the universe, and some beings have already gone to warn him. There's no need to worry."

If they continue to act recklessly, other alien races will have the opportunity to exterminate them.

The corpses of Husmyr are excellent materials for making high-temperature resistant materials, and they have sold for high prices in the past. The alien races will not let this opportunity pass them by.

Since Xie Yin said so, Jiang Shuyin didn't take it to heart.

Her abilities are decent enough on Earth, but insignificant in outer space.

With ovulation approaching, Jiang Shuyin decided not to go on any missions and spent two days at Tian He's house.

The day before her ovulation period, she told Tian He in advance, "I won't be coming tomorrow, there's something I need to take care of at home."

She prepared water, snacks, and a list of novels and TV series recommended by Tian He on the bed, preparing for a day of postpartum confinement.

Xie Yin took all the children out to play, so today it's just her alone.

At night, she began to feel a hardening in her lower abdomen, which was tolerable.

It started hurting slightly in the early morning, a dull ache, like the pain of just getting my period. My lower back was also sore, and neither lying on my back nor on my side could relieve it.

I couldn't stay awake any longer and finally fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, there was a smooth, flawless white egg between my legs, without a single pattern.

The egg was coated with a layer of luster.

Born with an aura of brilliance, Jiang Shu admired her for a while.

Just as she reached out to grab it, the egg suddenly disappeared.

Jiang Shuyin's hand froze in mid-air: ?

system:!!!

What happened?

"System, can you still sense the presence of the egg?"

The egg is no longer within Earth's orbit, but it still shows as alive on my end.

[Cub number eight's incubation target: Unknown. Current status: Incubating, incubation time unpredictable.]

baffling.

Jiang Shuyin and the system are both down.

Even my database can't recognize it; it must be a super-high-dimensional being. However, I've equipped it with a one-click recall function. Once the cub hatches, I'll snatch it back.

Jiang Shuyin: "......"

What kind of nonsense is this? In broad daylight, their eggs were stolen.

The other party doesn't know who it is yet.

She was still a little weak, so she took a sip of water and asked the system to report the egg's condition to her in real time.

[Incubation ongoing...]

Jiang Shuyin lay on her side in bed, hugging the blanket. Even laying an egg was unpleasant. She wondered how that silly fish was doing.

"System, have you detected Alvin's location?"

[In a deep area of ​​the western Pacific Ocean.]

Is he male or female?

[The universe is full of wonders, including fertile males and races that are infertile but can father offspring with other races.]

Is that child mine?

[It's difficult to define. If this question is important to you, I can use big data analysis.]

Jiang Shuyin closed her eyes: "Never mind, you keep an eye on the white egg for me."

At noon, Zheng Lanxiang came to call her for lunch, but Jiang Shuyin said, "Mom, I don't have an appetite. I'll sleep a little longer."

Zheng Lanxiang pointed to the clock outside: "My dear young lady, it's almost midnight. What were you doing last night?"

She searched around, then her eyes widened: "Where's the child?"

Jiang Shuyin: "I'm going out to play, don't worry about me, I don't want to eat."

Zheng Lanxiang really couldn't do anything with her. She sat at the dinner table alone, feeling listless, and turned on the TV to listen to the music.

"...A huge pit was discovered, initially suspected to be a tomb raider's tunnel, with a depth of 300 meters. One must say, the wisdom of the ancients is truly remarkable..."

"We've received new information that a deep pit has also appeared in An'nan County. An'nan has produced several talented individuals in ancient times, but they wouldn't have undertaken such extensive construction. A tomb about three to four hundred meters deep would require a large amount of manpower to excavate. We will continue to follow up and report on this..."

The live report was suddenly switched to the television station's internal screen, where the host calmly broadcast some everyday news. But Zheng Lanxiang wasn't the only one who saw what had just happened.

With a current population of nearly ten million, the news was watched by a full three million people.

Those who saw it couldn't help but tell their families.

After hearing her mother's explanation, Jiang Shuyin was also puzzled: "Our Anshi has never produced any famous people in history."

She had a vague sense of unease, and for some reason, she started thinking about the alien insects.

But upon closer reflection, I realized it couldn't be.

Those things used to crawl onto the surface, but now they're not afraid anymore?

“Where? Our hometown produced some famous people. There are still the ruins of their former residence in the county town, but nobody goes there all year round. They don’t make much money from it, and the county government doesn’t have the money to repair or invest in it, so nobody goes there.” Zheng Lanxiang reminded her daughter when she saw that she didn’t remember: “Mr. Jiang Chuanshan, the ‘Notes from the Thatched Cottage’ was written by him.”

Zheng Lanxiang is illiterate, but the stories of her hometown, Jiangchuanshan, have been passed down orally.

Jiang Shu tilted her head back, trying hard to recall: "I seem to remember something. Maybe it really was a high-ranking official who returned home in glory and built a tomb for him."

The tomb built by the deceased while they were alive is considered yang, while the tomb becomes yin after death.

The mother and daughter chatted for a while, and Zheng Lanxiang suddenly sighed: "When I die, just dig a hole and bury me. Don't bother with all that fancy stuff, it's useless. I'd rather you spend your money on yourself."

Zheng Lanxiang was somewhat superstitious, and her ability to say such things made Jiang Shuyin stare at her closely.

Annoyed, Zheng Lanxiang slapped her: "Alright, you play your game, Xiaomei and the others will sleep with me." Then she suddenly lowered her voice: "Ace has grown up, we need to clean out another small house for him to live in, after all, he is a boy."