You are pregnant
Jian Zhen paused and looked up at the person beside her with some surprise.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Fu Changhuan's shoulders. The immortal lowered his eyes and looked at him. His eyes were calm and peaceful, like a snow-capped mountain that had been silent for thousands of years, but with a unique frosty sharpness.
Jian Zhen's fair little face was blank. He whispered, "You recognized me."
Fu Changhuan said: "Your original form was shown for a moment on the water mirror. Besides, you have the scent of my heart's blood. How could I not recognize you?"
Jane suddenly understood.
Yes.
It has tasted the blood of others.
So he nodded obediently and said, "I'm sorry."
The young man looked young and tender, with smooth hair, his head slightly lowered, and his white neck like the finest mutton-fat jade in the world. He looked well-behaved, gentle and harmless, and was still like a blade of grass, quiet and obedient, lovable.
Fu Changhuan sighed inwardly, and finally said, "Forget it, I am not blaming you, I am just worried about your safety."
Jian Zhen raised her face and looked at him sincerely with her dark eyes: "I didn't mean to make you worry."
Fu Changhuan had already made up his mind to teach it a lesson this time, to let it know how dangerous it was for a fledgling grass to run around in the Three Realms, but after meeting his eyes, he could not say a word of reprimand.
The evening breeze blew across the hills.
The bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest fall down, soothing people's hearts like the falling snow on Lingshan Mountain.
Fu Changhuan turned around and said calmly, "Forget it, I'm glad you're okay."
Jian Zhen looked at him and said, "Xian Zun, are you not angry anymore?"
Fu Changhuan nodded imperceptibly.
I originally thought that Jian Zhen said this because she realized the danger and wanted to say a few words of self-reflection.
But I don’t want to——
The young man in front of him raised his fair face and said expectantly: "Can you continue to take me to the cafeteria? I'm so hungry."
“…”
Fu Changhuan was silent for a while before saying, "Let's go."
The two people almost disappeared out of thin air, and when they reappeared, they were already in a spacious house. The house was spacious and decorated with great care and style, and all the furnishings were extremely precious.
Fu Changhuan said to him, "Rest here for a while, someone will bring you food."
Jian Zhen didn't look around, but just sat down on the chair obediently, drank the water from the teapot, and nodded: "Yeah."
After a while, someone brought the delicious food.
Jane was already hungry, so she picked up her chopsticks and started eating after the waiter left.
Fu Changhuan asked him a few questions, and Jian Zhen answered them honestly. He said that he was in the woods outside Tianshui City when he woke up, but he just skipped the aches and pains all over his body.
After all, is it necessary to ask?
Immortal Lord, may I ask if you are the one practicing dual cultivation with me?
This kind of question is really killing me, how can he have the nerve to ask it out loud! !
After listening to this, Fu Changhuan put down the teacup in his hand. He thought for a moment and then said, "Forget it. This is really destiny."
Jian Zhen swallowed the food in her mouth and asked in confusion: "What?"
Hot smoke slowly rose from the tea, illuminating Fu Changhuan's cold face, making him look more ethereal and fairy-like.
Fu Changhuan seemed to have made up his mind. He looked at him and said, "The ancient sacred mountain Wanmie Mountain will move abnormally every ten million years. Every time it moves, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth will be reversed. Originally, the next eruption of Wanmie Mountain should be around a year ago, but two hundred years ago, I noticed that there was something wrong with Wanmie Mountain, so I went to investigate, and there, I found you."
Jian Zhen was slightly surprised: "Why did you pick me up?"
It's just an ordinary grass!
How did it catch his eye?
Fu Changhuan seemed to see through his thoughts and chuckled, "Any creature from Wanmie Mountain is not ordinary. Moreover, Wanmie Mountain has been barren for millions of years, with no living creatures surviving. It is blocked by clouds and mist at the end of the Three Realms, but it can breed a seed. This is not an ordinary thing in itself."
Jian Zhen paused holding the chopsticks, her eyes staring blankly into thought.
Fu Changhuan thought he was worried about his life experience, and just as he was about to open his mouth to comfort him, he heard Jian Zhen say, "This mountain is so pitiful."
The words fell.
It was quiet all around.
Fu Changhuan asked him, "Why do you say that?"
As night fell, the orange candlelight in the room swayed slightly in the wind, and the light fell on Jian Zhen's shoulders. The boy's profile was as gentle as jade, and his eyes were clean and gentle. There was no yearning in his black eyes that ordinary people would have when they heard about the sacred mountain. Instead, there was pity and compassion in his eyes, and he looked at everything in the world with the kindest heart.
Jian Zhen thought about it seriously and said softly, "I just think that since it is an ancient sacred mountain, it should have lived for a very long time. If there has been no living creature on the mountain for such a long time, then this mountain must be very lonely."
Fu Changhuan sat quietly on the chair and finally chuckled: "If that's the way you put it, it's not bad."
It’s just that most people think that the ancient sacred mountains are majestic and sacred.
No one has ever thought about it this way.
"If that's the case, it's not surprising that you appeared outside Tianshui City near Wanmie Mountain." Fu Changhuan glanced at him with a smile in his eyes: "Maybe it wants to see you."
Jian was so frightened that she almost couldn't hold the chopsticks.
Fu Changhuan said, "Look how scared you are. I was just joking, why did you take it so seriously? That Eternal Sacred Mountain has been silent for tens of millions of years. It is the source of everything in the world. How could it really let a tiny blade of grass like you go?"
Only then did Jian Zhen breathe a sigh of relief. She was so scared!
There are no living creatures in Wanmie Mountain, nothing at all. If it goes back, it will be bored to death.
This is much more terrible than staying in a flowerpot for hundreds of years!!
The table was filled with delicious food. After Jian Zhen drank a few mouthfuls of porridge, she reached out to pick up a piece of roasted meat and put it into the wine. The roasted meat seemed to be half-cooked and had a bit of blood in it.
Almost just entered.
A feeling of nausea suddenly rose from the stomach so fast that people had no time to react.
Jian Zhen suddenly stood up from the chair, ran to the door and vomited. Apart from the piece of meat in his mouth, only dry heaves were left. He breathed lightly and eased the feeling.
Fu Changhuan walked behind him, frowning slightly on his usually calm face. He asked, "What's wrong?"
Jane Zhen's eyes were slightly red, and she stood up and said, "I'm sorry, I made the floor dirty."
"It's okay." Fu Changhuan took his hand and said, "But how did you get hurt during my absence?"
Jane was pulled into the house by him.
But just one look at the barbecue on the table made me feel nauseous again.
Jian Zhen gently shook her head and said, "I might be very hungry."
Fu Changhuan brought him into the inner room and sat him down on the couch, then sat down beside him. His voice was gentle but unquestionable: "Put your hands on the table."
Jane couldn't resist and had to put her hands on the table.
The room was quiet.
Jian Zhen's fair wrist was slender and long. Fu Changhuan's fingers fell on his meridians, but his expression gradually became serious. The invisible pressure spread silently, filling the entire attic with a dangerous atmosphere. The aura of the Supreme Immortal was not something that ordinary people could bear, especially when there was nothing to suppress it.
The person next to me had trembling fingers.
Fu Changhuan came back to his senses almost instantly, and his pressure was suddenly withdrawn, returning to his cold and indifferent appearance.
Jian Zhen was a little nervous and asked, "Am I sick?"
Fu Changhuan said: "No."
How could Jian Zhen believe it? If nothing was wrong, why would the Immortal Venerable have such an expression? He was just smart, not really stupid: "Really? Do I have a serious illness? No, it's okay. Just tell me. I can bear it."
Seeing that he remained silent, Jane was almost scared to tears.
Fu Changhuan finally looked up and said, "Don't be afraid, it's not a serious illness."
Jane was just about to breathe a sigh of relief.
Fu Changhuan looked at him with cold and peaceful eyes and said, "You are just pregnant, and if you count the days, you should be two and a half months pregnant."
Jian Zhen: ? ? ! !
Wha, what???!
Xiao Cao, who was sitting at the table, was extremely shocked!!
Fu Changhuan's eyes darkened. His face was calm, but his fingertips were filled with murderous intent. He asked calmly, "Tell me, who bullied you?"
Jane was even more panicked!
He really had no recollection of what happened that night. When he woke up he had a splitting headache and could not remember anything at all. He just remembered that he had definitely practiced dual cultivation with one of the two people who were practicing in seclusion.
He knew about it, but he was never sure who it was.
Looking at Fu Changhuan's expression at this moment, Jian Zhen felt very nervous. After hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke weakly: "That night, no, was it, was it you?"
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