There is no image to speak of in front of the daughter-in-law, but that is because it was not the right time to get to know each other. It's different in front of the children, Mo Ting thinks he still has a chance to save him. He still has the opportunity to become a tall and majestic father, so he must work hard to protect his strict father image! Those things like giving turtle food, hooking spider webs, and grabbing people's crutches are said to be Dinghaishenzhen, all of which can no longer be mentioned!
If possible, Mo Ting wanted to erase the memory of him going crazy in Feng Yang's mind. But it was related to their acquaintance and encounter. If it was eliminated, Feng Yang's perception of him would be more or less problematic.
So Xianjun had no choice but to turn his face, and said to his little wife as sternly as a father who taught his son: "If you dare to say such things in the future, I will punish you like this! If you can't do it, go to bed!"
Feng Yang: "..." Hey! I'm so scared!
Rolling his eyes, he continued to look down at his belly.
Seeing that he ignored him, Mo Ting continued to look after the children. And from this day on, this activity has become an activity that the couple must carry out every day, maybe on the plane tree, maybe in the bedroom, maybe in a certain garden, whenever they think of it, they must take out the dragon-hunting Take a look. It was also from this day that all members of the Dragon Clan knew that the East China Sea Dragon Clan was finally about to have a baby.
The Dragon King and Queen of the East China Sea Dragon Clan will finally no longer have to look at other people's children at the banquet, and this is worth the whole Dragon Clan's lively days.
On the Huayang Hall, it is still the same as before, the four dragons sit in four directions, and there are all kinds of delicious food and wine. Musicians from the Northwest accompanies to their heart's content, and dancers dance gracefully in the middle. The difference is that the expressions on the faces of the old Dragon King and Dragon Queen are brighter than ever. Although there were still only Mo Ting and Feng Yang behind them, the old couple smiled as if they had hundreds of sons and thousands of grandchildren sitting behind them!
The old dragon king listened to the congratulations one after another, responded with a smile, and thought in his heart: Humph, I finally don't have to envy you old guys anymore! I also have grandchildren, or two!
The Dragon Queen turned around and asked Feng Yang from time to time: "Yangyang, is there enough to eat? Is there anything else you want to eat?"
Feng Yang was speechless at the three-square-meter dining table. Three square meters may not sound very big, but if it is filled with food, it will definitely be a lot. It's really flying in the sky, running on the ground and swimming in the water. You can get whatever you want. There is also a special waiter next to it.
Mo Ting picks meat for Feng Yang, and the ones he picks are the ones that are 80% skinny and 200% fat, fragrant but not greasy. Even fruits, only the sweetest and juiciest part is given to Fengyang. He also peeled the shrimp shells for Fengyang, and put all the peeled shrimps into Fengyang's bowl. Only the last one was put into his mouth.
Feng Yang smiled and asked with his eyes: Why didn't you give this to me
In fact, it wasn't that he wanted to eat it so much, but simply curious why Mo Ting gave him so much and just put this one in his mouth.
Mo Ting: "It's not peeled well, it's too ugly, I can't give it to you."
Feng Yang: "..."
Feng Yang didn't have the nerve to say that not only did he want to eat shrimp, he also wanted to suck Mo Ting's slender fingers. Wrapped in shrimp juice, it is oily and delicious. Why does it look so fragrant
He must be crazy.
Mo Ting noticed Feng Yang's gaze, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"
Feng Yang whispered to Mo Ting: "When we go back and there are only the two of us, you will peel it off for me."
Mo Ting only thought that Feng Yang was embarrassed to eat any more, so he happily agreed. As for Feng Yang, he wanted to suck Mo Ting's finger on one point, but on the other hand, he wanted to eat it because he was embarrassed. He hasn't stopped talking since he sat in the seat for meditation, feeling as if there is a bottomless black hole hidden in his body, and he has always had a strong appetite.
Everything that can be served on the table here is not ordinary, whether it is meat or vegetables and fruits, all have a certain aura. As for Feng Yang, he couldn't finish eating because the two children suddenly tasted the sweetness.
At the beginning, the two children absorbed the aura in the Xianjue grass. No matter how much they absorbed at that time, the aura was still inside the Xianjue grass. Because they were in the Xianjue grass, Feng Yang couldn't feel it. . But the spiritual energy in the fairy grass was gradually absorbed, and they began to seek more, so the spiritual energy contained in Fengyang's food became their best choice.
Feng Yang can naturally feel that this way of eating is not his personal desire, but it is absolutely speechless to chew food until his cheeks hurt. Fortunately, not long after he stopped, the old queen saw that he was uncomfortable, so she asked Mo Ting to take him back to rest. Once he returned to the bedroom of the two of them, he felt much more at ease.
"How long will it take for them to be born?" Feng Yang asked Mo Ting.
"The gestation period of our Dragon Clan is usually three years. But our child is not necessarily." Mo Ting said, "Because you are a little phoenix."
"My mother was pregnant with me for eight months." Feng Yang thought about it, "What about you? Were you also born in the queen's womb for three years?" Since Mo Ting said "average", there must be something else special circumstances.
"I... it's about the same." Mo Ting began to feel guilty again. He stayed in his mother's womb for six years before he came out. If Feng Yang knew about it... he would always feel like he was going to be beaten again.
Oops, when did he become a wife slave? no! Fugang must be revived! This is the last prawn in his hand, let Feng Yang peel it off if he eats it again!
Feng Yang didn't know what Mo Ting was thinking, seeing that his hands were covered with shrimp juice again, he said with a smile, "Feed me this one."
It was rare for Mo Ting to hear Feng Yang acting like a baby to him, so he immediately forgot the determination he made three seconds ago, and handed the shrimp to Feng Yang's mouth. Feng Yang took the shrimp in his mouth and at the same time sucked it on Mo Ting's hand, and licked it lightly, looking at Mo Ting seemed a little shy.
The biting place didn't hurt at all, but Xianjun's heart became itchy!
Fuck revive Husband Gang! Xianjun put his hands together and continued to peel the shrimp hard. After peeling the shrimp shell, he peeled off the person who ate the shrimp.
Feng Yang: "Well... Bai, didn't you say to rest at night during the day?"
While sweating, Xianjun said: "I really thought so, but baby, I also feel pressured to have two little golden dragons with nine claws together as my husband, so I thought about it, let's practice double cultivation in the future! What do you think, let's improve their cultivation a bit more while they are still, unborn?"
Feng Yang: "..."
What a hammer! I believe you are a ghost!
The old obscene dragon is so thick-skinned for the pleasure of fish and water, but Feng Yang can't refuse every time, so this has become a "compulsory course" every night without knowing it.
During the day, Mo Ting took Fengyang to wander around Panlong Mountain and Xianting. Whatever Feng Yang wanted to eat, Mo Ting would catch or pick something for him. In the evening, the two returned to the dormitory for "class".
Although the reason for "taking classes" sounds ridiculous at first, it turns out that the benefits of persisting for a period of time are also obvious. The growth rate of the two little dragon cubs has obviously accelerated, and Feng Yang's own spiritual power is also increasing day by day.
Just like this, three months passed by in a flash, and Feng Yang's belly was obviously much bigger than before. Hua Cheng used to fall on Feng Yang's shoulders, but now it's no problem falling on Feng Yang's stomach. At first when he fell down, the two little dragon cubs hadn't reacted yet, but now as soon as he fell down, two small bumps immediately popped up under his little paws, which were the little dragon cubs pushing him.
"You should be the only bird in the world that dares to stand on top of two nine-clawed golden dragons." Feng Yang looked at Hua Cheng, and said while lying on the toffee chair, shaking slightly. He has become lazier recently.
"I see that they grow so fast, I'm afraid they won't be able to take advantage of it if we don't hurry up now." Can anyone step on the head of the nine-clawed golden dragon? Now people in the Dragon Clan say that these two little masters are the most talented cubs of the Dragon Clan over the years, even surpassing the Immortal Mo Ting.
"Aren't you worried about being punished by heaven?" Mo Ting said.
"Gah!" Hua Cheng was so frightened that he flew up and landed somewhere else, "Young Master, why didn't you say it earlier! I've stood up many times. Oh my God!"
"Don't call me the sky, the sky will come to condemn you soon." Feng Yang teased Hua Cheng.
Unexpectedly, just after he finished speaking, there was a sound of "Boom!", and a thunderbolt suddenly struck from the sky! Dark clouds quickly gathered in the clear sky, covering the blue sky in a short time.
Such a big movement could be heard by everyone in Panlong Mountain, including the old Dragon King and Dragon Queen. The old couple were so frightened that they hurriedly flew to the front of Zhengyu Hall: "Ting'er, what's going on? Yangyang isn't scared, is he?"
Feng Yang's face was pale, and he didn't make a sound. There is a dragon at home, and he often hears thunder, especially after he has one. In order to cool down, Mo Ting will rain on him and the children from time to time. Will be so excited. However, the thunder just now was different from any thunder he heard before, it seemed to shake his heart.
Mo Ting pinched his fingers and calculated, his expression suddenly became very solemn. He and Feng Yang's two children are not yet ready to be born, but this thunder strike here is clearly aimed at a member of their Panlong Mountain.