I have never experienced this kind of thing, and I don’t know much about women giving birth. At this time, when Fan Lin said that he had to eat whatever he couldn’t eat, Xuanyuan Moze couldn’t help holding it up tightly because he was nervous. , His face also became pale, cold sweat was oozing out on his forehead, and his breathing suddenly became quicker.

Feng Jiu was stroking his belly, guessing that the child would be born at night, when he heard a rough gasp in his ear.She was shocked, looking back, she couldn't help being stunned.

"Ze? You, what's the matter with you?" She stepped forward in a hurry.

"Master, slow down, slow down." Qin Xin and Leng Shuang were startled, and hurriedly supported her, for fear that she would walk too quickly and fall.

Xuanyuan Moze only felt that his heart was beating very fast, as if he had lost his regularity, and his breathing became difficult. He covered his chest with one hand, took a deep breath, and calmed down his nervousness.

Feng Jiu had already come to him and checked his pulse with one hand. As soon as he probed, a stunned expression appeared on his face, and then he chuckled.

"Hahahahaha...Ouch!"

With this smile, her stomach hurts again, she couldn't help but hiss, and quickly came to the bed and sat down.

"It hurts again? Is there no medicine for pain?"

When Xuanyuan Moze saw her clutching her stomach, his face turned pale when he felt a pain, and a heart was also pulled up. With this nervousness, this worry, the cold sweat on his forehead followed, and his face turned pale. .

Seeing this, Feng Jiu felt both painful and funny. She held it back and patted his hand, comforting him with a smile and pain: "Don't, don't worry, I'm fine. It's okay."

It can be seen that he is still white, and the cold sweat on his forehead is still falling down like beads. Feng Jiu couldn't help but restrained his smile, enduring the pain in his stomach and asked: "Ze, what's the matter with you? Comfortable?"

As he said, I wanted to help him get his pulse again.Obviously she helped him find his pulse just now, only to find out that he was too nervous. Why didn't he look at him now, but his face became paler?

Xuanyuan Moze was sitting in a wheelchair, and his body trembled slightly. His face was pale as if he was holding back something. Seeing Feng Jiu's hand stretched out to help him detect his pulse, he reached out to hold her hand and said in a strange voice. "I, I seem to have a pain in my stomach..."

"what?"

Feng Jiu's eyes widened in shock, looking at the look of his forbearance, as well as the pale face and the cold sweat on his forehead, which were worse than her current situation, and he blinked. , Looked at him dumbfounded.

Seeing this, Qin Xin on the side said: "Could it be that I broke my stomach? How about letting Fan Lin come in and have a look?"

"I haven't eaten it in the morning. It was the same thing I ate last night. It wasn't a bad stomach." Feng Jiu said after a sigh of relief. Because of her stomach pain, and seeing Xuanyuan Moze like this, she wanted to laugh again. She couldn't laugh because of a stomachache, and the two expressions alternated, which made her look very strange.

"What's the situation with Hell Lord?" Qin Xin asked puzzled.

Feng Jiu hissed and looked at Xuanyuan Moze who was pale with a grin: "He was so nervous that he was in psychological pain."

Qin Xin shook his head and said, "I don't understand." How could a big man suffer like a woman giving birth? You still have such a pale face and cold sweat on your forehead?