Bitter Fruit (18)
She just wanted her child to have a father.
That reason was so persuasive that Fu Qian, having gotten his answer, could only nod repeatedly as he looked at the belly that had seemed to have something alive rolling around inside it.
Of course, his deeper impression had nothing to do with that—it was the don't look part!
Her belly was only slightly rounded. If it hadn't just moved, it would have looked more like a bit of extra fat than an actual pregnancy.
Yet when he looked at it or tried to sense what was inside, what hit him first was an intense sense of warning: don't look, or you'll be struck.
Interesting.
To be honest, he'd experienced something like this before. In fact, back in the mission where he'd first met Su Gao, a pregnant noblewoman had given him a similar shock.
But although the forms seemed alike, there were considerable differences in reality.
Back then, he'd already mastered two abilities, but at the end of the day, he was still just an ordinary mortal. Now, however, he was a genuine newly advanced Second Order.
Could an extraordinary being still in the womb really pose a threat on this level?
What sort of Divine Son was this?
Filled with curiosity about a new species, Fu Qian kept his eyes fixed on her.
High-risk, high-reward actions were best taken when you had plenty of resources, not when you were at the end of your rope and forced to go all in.
And as everyone knew, his Sanity Value was highest at the very start of a mission.
"Heh... Your eyes aren't exactly polite, outsider."
Lady Sala had clearly felt the movement in her belly, making her especially sensitive to Fu Qian's stare.
"Are you particularly interested