After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 951 My aunt is about to give birth
Luo Yin really won over these old guys.

The whole town is about to be destroyed, but a group of people are still stubborn and refuse to leave, saying that "Saint Yilan" will protect them. When she hears it, she just wants to huh - I may not even be able to protect myself, but I want to protect you. ?
When they learned that Saint Yilan was still alive, everyone couldn't believe it and wanted to see the Saint with their own eyes.

Before Luo Yin finished her meal, people came to the bar one after another to invite her.

She immediately brought in the Sun Wukong emoticon, "I'm so annoyed!"

Luo Yin had no choice but to put on the clothes she wore when she was young and show up with a cold face. Early in the morning, before her mind was fully awake, she was greeted by people who knelt down and worshiped her one after another. She couldn't even stop them. She always felt that her life was going to be shortened, and she scolded that old guy Sean over and over in her mind. It was all his fault!
After the man had finished bowing and cried bitterly, Luo Yin held back her anger and tried her best to put on a business-like smile, "Are you done crying? When you're done crying, get up and get out, take your wife and children with you, or I'll But you have to be angry. If you make the Saintess angry, the consequences will be very serious."

"Okay, okay, let's go right away!"

The man obeyed the saint's order and quickly wiped his nose and tears, got up and untied his wife and children. This time, he didn't need anyone else to urge him. He was very anxious himself, "Quickly, pack up, let's get out of here quickly, don't you?" Dare to make the saint angry..."

Luo Yin stood there expressionlessly with a cold face. The two children looked at her with tearful eyes. She glanced at her and thought, "Hey, isn't this the same person who said on the street that she was old and old?" What an ugly little kid?

"Little slug."

Luo Yin was fierce, deliberately trying to scare people, "What are you looking at? Do you think I look good?"

Several little guys stared at her intently and nodded tremblingly.

As soon as she heard that she was good-looking, Luo Yin's face immediately turned from gloomy to sunny, and her face changed extremely quickly.

She walked towards them, bent slightly and lowered her voice: "Am I good-looking? Then who said I was old and ugly before?"

children:"……"

They were stunned again and again, always feeling that this old voice sounded very familiar, but for a moment they couldn't remember where they heard it, and when did they say that Saint Yilan was old and ugly...

"Okay, stop scaring the kids."

Nan Ningsong leaned against the door and watched in amusement as the vindictive Luo Yin frightened the children and called her back, "Let's go, there are still several houses to go to. Let's go and get back quickly. Don't delay the business."

"Yes." Luo Yin responded lazily, jumped on Nan Ningsong's back, and was carried away by him.

Watching their leaving figures, one of the children suddenly recognized him. He touched the younger brother and sister next to him and said, "Look, is the saint the old lady who performed magic tricks for us on the street that day?"

The younger brother was confused, "Brother, are you talking about that old and ugly grandma?"

My sister screamed, "How is it possible? How could that old and ugly grandma be a saint? The saint is young and beautiful. She is so beautiful. No wonder my father listens to her so much."

"What are you talking about, what old lady?"

The man put his bag on his back, picked up the two little ones from the ground, and urged: "We have to get out of here quickly. It's terrible for the saint to get angry. I still remember the fire more than 20 years ago. Call me Wang, your grandpa refused to leave at that time, and he was almost burned to death..."

Thanks to Sean, the name of Saint Yilan may not be very useful in other places, but it is a sacred existence in Dongzhen. Her words are more effective than the words of the soldiers, and soon Dongzhen's The people evacuated their families one after another. The huge Dongzhen suddenly became empty, and the streets became even more silent.

The night is getting deeper.

The hunting operation is about to begin!

The night was deep and dark, and there was no starlight in the sky above our heads, as if it was covered by a layer of black cloth.

Black shadows sneaked into the night and quietly surrounded Baidu Castle. The guards guarding outside the castle were choked and fell silently one by one. The battle started silently, with the roar of the wind.Lan Yu stood by the window, his brown eyes bleak against the dark night. He stared at the castle shrouded in thick fog outside, feeling indescribably calm. He always felt that everything would end today. period.

Some people become more nervous when critical moments come, but he is the complete opposite. At such times, he will fall into an inexplicable calm, as if a soul has been separated from his body and is watching the direction of fate with cold eyes. He always feels that everything he experiences in life is destined by fate. The script is chosen by himself. Every step he takes is a process towards his own destiny. He doesn't know what he will experience, but he will eventually die.In this case, there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Brother Yu."

He Xiaowen kept walking around the room. The more she walked, the more panicked she became. A layer of sweat broke out on her forehead. She looked at Lan Yu and said, "My stomach hurts one after another, and it's still falling. Is this a contraction?...Am I, Going to give birth?"

Lan Yu's calm face showed a trace of crack. He walked quickly towards He Xiaowen, stretched out his hand to support her steadily, and said in a low voice: "Don't be nervous, follow me, adjust your breathing..."

He Xiaowen worked hard to inhale and exhale.

Lan Yu reached out to touch her thigh and felt some sticky liquid, frowning heavily.

The change in his expression was right before his eyes. He Xiaowen took a breath and her heart tightened, "What, what's wrong?"

Lan Yu hid his hands behind his back, steadied his voice, and said, "It's okay. It's possible that the fetal membranes have ruptured."

"Rupture of membranes?"

He Xiaowen didn't quite understand this, "What does that mean?"

Lan Yu looked at her and pursed his lips, "She's probably going to give birth prematurely."

"..."

He Xiaowen felt dizzy for a moment, was she born prematurely?At this time? !

She is now about eight months pregnant, and she is only 32 weeks pregnant. Is she about to give birth?
"Don't worry, the child can't stay any longer and will come out sooner or later."

Lan Yu could only feel his heart beating so fast. Except for the first night with Xiaowen, it had never beat so fast in his life. His breathing became unsteady. He pretended to be calm and comforted He Xiaowen.

He Xiaowen sat on the chair with Lan Yu's support. She felt that the contractions were getting stronger and stronger. A sticky liquid slid down her thighs. Now she really felt it. She was sweating layer by layer. The ground came out, and she held Lan Yu's hand tightly, "Then what should I do? If you don't come out early, you won't come out later, but you come out at this time. This child really knows how to pick the time! What should I do? Do I want to hold it in for a while? Wait, wait until sister and the others come to regenerate?"

A thin layer of sweat formed on Lan Yu's forehead, and the tips of his eyes were red.

His voice was hoarse and he looked at He Xiaowen, "Can you hold it in?"

"I……"

He Xiaowen's face turned pale in pain, "I don't know. What if I can't hold it in anymore? Who will deliver the baby?"

Lan Yu looked at the line of blood flowing to her ankle, and his eyes narrowed heavily.

"I come."

He stared into He Xiaowen's eyes, leaned over and kissed her lips, his voice calm, "I'll deliver the baby for you."

(End of this chapter)