My Wife is Giving Birth

Uncle Boya's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

"Your uncle here is suffering!"

He had wanted to swindle someone who looked honest, only to find himself a baleful god.

Offending a Divine General was one thing—he could barely handle that—but offending a Realm Lord was another matter entirely.

What if that Realm Lord thought he was Ling Xiao's accomplice and, in a foul mood, simply sent him on his way with one slap?

"No, I need to get away from him fast and make a clean break."

Uncle Boya muttered inwardly, forcing a fairly natural smile onto his face.

"Well, Brother Ling Xiao, my wife is giving birth, so I'll be leaving first. I'll go to the battlefield with you next time."

As he spoke, he shifted his feet, ready to slip away.

But at that moment, Ling Xiao's large hand came down and gripped his shoulder.

"Uncle Boya, better to seize the day than wait for another. How can we casually change what we agreed upon? Tell your wife to give birth a little later. Let's go to the Mythic Battlefield first."

Looking into Ling Xiao's faintly smiling eyes, as profound as the vast cosmos, Uncle Boya swallowed.

Under those eyes, he felt as though everything about him had been seen through, as if he had no secrets at all.

"Oh no, oh no, I've boarded a pirate ship!"

Getting on was easy; getting off was hard.

Uncle Boya discovered in horror that the hand gripping his shoulder contained boundless divine power. Even with his cultivation, he likely could not shake it loose.

"This brat's cultivation is clearly lower than mine. Why is he so powerful?"

Ling Xiao was at the first turn of Half-Step Great Dao, while he himself was at the second turn.