"Looking for a wife is looking for a wife. Why say it so euphemistically... does that make you seem more innocent?"
Hearing Zheng Qing evasively mention the one at Qingqiu Mansion, Xiao Xiao immediately rolled his eyes and switched into venomous-tongued mode. At the same time, he recalled the moment they had received the paper crane in front of the library and could not help turning to complain to the Fat Wizard. "And you—could you be a little more serious when writing letters? What kind of ridiculous wording is 'Fetal Movement'?"
The heavy atmosphere was broken.
Fatty Xin wisely forgot all about the topic involving crows and curiously wondered what was wrong with his wording.
Doctor briefly explained the previous misunderstanding.
The Fat Wizard laughed so hard he doubled over.
It made people wonder whether he would shake his waist apart.
"Sweating bullets, Mr. Scumbag!"
He patted Zheng Qing's shoulder, his face full of teasing. "I remember Archwizard Wilde once said that everything in the world is about sex, except sex itself; sex is about magic power... If you really want to hold one woman in each arm and keep a harem, then you will inevitably need great magic power."
Zheng Qing ignored the Fat Wizard's nonsense. He merely shook off his fat claw and focused on examining the three fetal sacs on the sunflower's face.
Yet after staring for a long time, the three little sprites still did not emerge from their seemingly thin membranes. Instead, the little sprites dancing around the sunflower descended from the air one after another, folded their wings, tilted up their heads, clasped their hands, and prayed eagerly.
"How much longer do you think they'll stay in there?"
Zheng Qing straightened up and turned to ask.
The Fat Wizard's gaze met Zheng Qing's, and