Was this really a tradition of the La family—casually pulling things out of their stomachs?
Lord Jose's actions at that moment were undoubtedly a visual spectacle.
Yet, watching through a screen with such confidence and certain that the other party's target was not the young stepmother, Expert Fu remained exceedingly composed, even taking the time to make snide remarks.
Mainly because the thing gave off far too strong an impression—a tiny lump of flesh that was even still pulsing. It was impossible not to associate it with new life.
Not to mention that during a previous mission, in this very place, he had already seen human-flesh cradles scattered all over the floor.
There really was something to be said about the La family bloodline. And Lord Jose had been guarding against exactly that all along?
While joking about it, Fu Qian easily sorted out a line of thought, leaving him clicking his tongue in wonder.
And if that was really the case, did it count as proof that "man was the unity of opposites"?
He had already concluded that Lord Jose probably disdained lying to the young stepmother beside him, so he truly had been looking forward to having new offspring.
Yet at the same time, if those new offspring were born from himself, that was still something he could not accept?
"Ah—mmph!"
While Fu Qian was writing his viewing notes, the young stepmother's scream finally stopped.
It was not that she had become more accepting in such a short time.
From the corner of his eye, he could see that her two plump lips had actually fused directly together, forcibly stifling the sounds that followed, leaving only gurgles in her throat.
There was no doubt Old Master Jose had done it. As someone at least Second Order, such a