Chapter 3164 This Woman Is Me

Friday, August 7, 2020, the beginning of autumn.

The Confucian New First Hospital, located in Wenzhou City, is the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department.

A mother Song, known by insiders as the ancestor fairy of the Zhao family, conceived in October, and finally got her wish and gave birth to a chubby daughter.

When the nurse told Papa Song the news, Papa Song let out a joyful cry from the heart and soul: "It's a daughter, really a daughter!"

He shook the Venerable Eternal Fire beside him vigorously, and almost cried with joy: "I'm a father!"

"Yes, yes, we all know. You don't need to be so excited, Daoyou Song." Heng Huo gently patted the excited Dad Song.

Behind Song Dad, Song Shuhang pointed at himself, a huge question mark appeared on his face.

Dad, what do you mean?

How dare you become a father today?

what about me?

What am I?

Did you guys pick me up from the trash can?

Xiao Lingxiao lay on Song Shuhang's head and patted his head lightly, comforting: "It's okay, you became a father earlier than grandpa."

Song Shuhang: "???"

"Shuhang, you have a younger sister!" At this time Dad Song turned around again, grabbed Song Shuhang's collar, and shook it vigorously.

——In order to cooperate with his father, who is already a tyrannical tyrant who is detached and immortal, he has to shake his body regularly to prevent his fragile body from rebounding and spraining his wrist when he shakes him.

My existence that is beyond the way of heaven is so shameless!

"Yes, Dad, didn't we already know?" Song Shuhang replied while shaking his body to the rhythm of 'one two three four, two two three four'.

"Although I have known it for a long time, some things are different before they are confirmed." Father Song only recovered a little after shaking his son for nearly a minute.

This is the good 'calm' effect of his family's ancestral heart.

"Mr. Henghuo, shall we go through the hospitalization procedures next?" Dad Song asked after calming down, looking at Venerable Henghuo.

"No, Fairy Zhao can be discharged directly from the hospital, just go home to recuperate. We cultivators are not that fragile." Venerable Henghuo replied calmly.

"Go home directly? Is there really no problem?" Papa Song's current way of thinking, in some details, still can't break away from the way of thinking of ordinary people - after all, he is only a freshman who has been in contact with cultivation for more than nine months.

Although his son Tyrant Song will be detached in ten months...

"If Fellow Daoist Song is not at ease, I will arrange special personnel to take care of Fairy Zhao." Venerable Henghuo added after thinking about it.

"Will it be too much trouble for Confucian doctors?" Dad Song asked a little uneasy.

"Don't worry... This kind of thing, no member of Confucianism will refuse." Venerable Henghuo smiled.

——Once the task of taking care of Song's mother is announced in Confucianism, it is estimated that it will be robbed in an instant.

You must know that Song Shuhang's hometown in Wenzhou City is a 'Holy Land'. Without the consent of Tyrant Song, others could not break in at all.

Cultivators can stay in this 'Holy Land' for a period of time, benefiting every minute and every second.

Moreover, Ba Song's mother gave birth to a second child, and the task of taking care of Ba Song's mother was of great significance to Confucianism - so far, most members of Confucianism still believe that Ba Song is the reincarnation of a saint.

In the eyes of Confucian members, Bamei is the younger sister of the reincarnated saint.

Confucianism has already missed the childhood of 'the reincarnation of the saint? Tyrant Song', and must never miss the tyrant girl again.

Therefore, Bamei is a Confucian existence that must be held in the palm of your hand.

After the explanation of Venerable Henghuo, Father Song felt a little more at ease, and decided to take Mother Song directly back to his hometown in Wenzhou City to support him.

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Wenzhou City, the Holy Land of Heaven, the Tyrant Song Family.

Song Mama sat on the bed bored, holding a Confucian scripture and looking at it.

In other words, when she gave birth to Ba Mei this time, she felt completely different from giving birth to Song Shuhang, a skin monkey—even though almost 20 years had passed, she still remembered the tearing pain when she gave birth to Song Shuhang.

But when she gave birth to Ba Mei... she didn't even try, but Ba Mei cooperated very well and got out of her own way.

In addition, she is also a first-grade cultivator who has been in contact with and cultivated for nearly ten months, and she still has the basic cultivator's physical fitness. After giving birth, she felt the same as when she hadn't—even lighter than when she was pregnant in October.

At this time, she wished she could get out of bed and run a circle, take a few steps of the "Gentleman's Thousand Miles" footwork, and then play a set of boxing techniques.

However, she couldn't beat Dad Song, so she could only forcibly sit on the bed for the so-called 'self-cultivation'.

uncomfortable...

Before, she didn't feel it when she was allowed to stay home and watch TV shows for a day.

But now, she really can't sit still for a moment. She doesn't play two sets of boxing techniques every day.

"Would you like to practice meditation?" Mama Song thought, then looked at the tyrant girl in the crib next to her eyes, and the family members in a circle.

Bamei's name has long been thought of.

Song Shuyu has Yan Ruyu in the book.

Bamei's people are just like their names.

Mother Song remembered that when Song Shuhang was born, he was wrinkled like a skinny monkey.

But Bamei Shuyu, when she was born, her skin was as lustrous as jade, and her face was not thin at all, fleshy and Q-bomb.

His hair was pitch black like black pearls.

The long eyelashes were fanned one by one, as if they were about to open their eyes at any time.

"Auntie is still sleeping?" Xiao Lingxiao lay on Song Shuhang's head, her eyes fixed on the tyrant sister - at this time, her egg-shaped lower body was finally completely transformed into legs. The current appearance is like a mechanical girl with a big fist.

"Your aunt has just been born, and it may take some time for her eyes to open. After she opens her eyes, she will slowly speak... I don't know if she will call her father or mother first?" Father Song carefully protected his daughter and gave The granddaughter explained.

"No, she has opened her eyes, Shuyu is just closing her eyes and meditating." Song Shuhang said slowly: "As expected of my sister."

"Meditation?" Father Song was taken aback for a moment. If he could meditate, could Shuyu already speak?

"It's prenatal education~" Yurouzi raised her hand happily and said, "I have always taught prenatal education to Shuyu and Song Miao. The book says that prenatal education is very important, and cultivation must start in the womb."

"Soft Feather did a great job!" Dad Song praised: "By the way, how long will it take for Song Miao to be born?"

Daughter and granddaughter may be born around the same time.

Think twice as much as you can...

"It may take a while." Song Shuhang said with a dry smile.

"How long is one hour?" Dad Song asked—after ten months of cultivation, he still knew some common sense in the cultivation world. For example, cultivators often have a big gap in their view of time from that of ordinary people. A little bit of a monk's time is likely to be several months, or even longer.

"Ten years or eight years?" Song Shuhang was a little unsure of himself. At the same time, he looked at Sixteen, who had shrunk on the sofa. He didn't know when he had quietly slept in. Before that, the 'exciting sixteen' was still happy. Make fun of tyrants. But I don't know when, she has quietly shrunk to the sofa and fell asleep.

Song Shuhang stretched out his hand and took out a new 'Anything can be sold with the same style as a big brother', and covered it for Sixteen.

Father Song: "!!!"

Nezha is only three years old, why does my granddaughter take ten or eight years?

About three Nezhas?

"Ten years or eight years, there won't be any problems, right?" Dad Song said worriedly.

At this time, Senior White's voice sounded in the void: "Don't worry, the reason why it takes so long is also for Sixteen's health. This is also the reason why she often falls asleep suddenly."

Auspicious clouds appeared in the void.

Senior White came across the sky.

"Where did you go, Senior White?" Song Shuhang raised his head and asked.

"Go to Mizu's place to help her ascend to the position of the tenth Heavenly Dao." Senior White said, and squeezed to the side of Ba Mei, and by the way pushed Ba Song aside, and squeezed him to Yu Yuzi's side. .

After he and Song Shuhang were detached, the position of the ninth heaven was actually 'hanging'.

Therefore, the future child can prove the Dao—however, the future child proves the way of heaven, although it is the ninth way of heaven in the 'future world'. But in fact, in order, it should be the tenth heaven.

After squeezing Song Shuhang away, Senior White bent over and lay on the guardrail of the cot, his hands folded, and his eyes smiled at the little guy—the guardrail of this cot was removed from the 'Meteor Sword' by Senior White!

At this moment, Senior White's long hair hung down, exuding a faint good smell.

The 'meditation' Shuyu sniffed lightly, followed by fluttering of her long eyelashes.

After a while.

Ba Mei's black eyes opened, locking on the figure of Senior White.

"Bai~ Bai~" She happily raised her fleshy hand and stretched it out towards Senior White.

Seeing her reaction, Senior White smiled and nodded, expressing satisfaction with Bamei's reaction.

"This girl is me." Song Shuhang commented on the side.

Know how to hold the thickest thigh in the field.

This is definitely siblings!