"Void God Zhu Zhuqing": The Water of the Mother-Child River can't choose how many babies it produces. Streamer, hurry up and make your move, or Little Wretch's egg will be done hatching.
Di yihong did not answer.
He had already controlled a portion of Water of the Mother-Child River and, under the cover of Speed Divine Sense, circled around to Tang San's side.
But how was he supposed to make him drink it? That seemed to be a big problem.
No matter what he did, there was no way to do it silently.
Besides, this guy was a prime example of someone "used to pain." He did not even open his mouth to cry out anymore.
Uh...
"Ice God Wang Qiu'er": Streamer, you're stupid. The intestines can absorb it too!
"Fire God Ma Hongjun": Huh? That works?
"Ice God Wang Qiu'er": Why wouldn't it? Blue Sea Cucumbers among Sea Spirit Beasts eat and breathe through their anuses!
"Nine-Colored Ning Rongrong": Can humans and Spirit Beasts really be compared?
"Angel Qian Renxue": Forget it! The egg is practically crowning already. Streamer, go!
Di yihong shrugged.
With a thought—
The hidden portion of Water of the Mother-Child River was as large as nearly half a fist.
It turned into a jet of water and shot out, striking the spot where the egg's head had emerged. The recoil pushed it back inside.
Tang San, who had been straining, looked confused.
What was going on?
It felt a little wet, and then it went back in on its own...
Then his expression changed!
The "oppressive feeling" wrapped around his neck had disappeared. Could it be...?
He hurriedly activated his Purple Demon Eyes.
Sure enough, he saw the Ghost Infant that had always clung to him plunging headfirst into his lower abdomen and burrowing into