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Black Widow's expression became extremely wonderful.

The tears that had just been left were still hanging on his face, and the corners of his mouth that had been raised in surprise had not yet calmed down. However, all of this was frozen in this moment.

Black Widow wants to scold her

She just wanted to have the right to be a mother, but she didn’t want to have a baby right away.

Black Widow doesn't know how other mothers feel, but she can feel very intimately that the little life in her body is absorbing nutrients and growing vigorously. There is even a steady stream of magic power in her body to supply it, and it also illuminates All orders received.

She stroked her belly and felt the rhythm of life in her body, but a soft feeling surged in her heart.

This was the experience she had dreamed of.

Black Widow only regained consciousness after being intoxicated for a while. She carefully sorted out her disturbed thoughts and discovered a very serious, serious, serious problem.

Who is the father of my baby?

Words are busy in the kitchen. Zhao Hang and Yan Ding were sitting on the sofa in the living room. Yan Ding was concentrating with his eyes closed, but Zhao Hang looked a little restless and opened his mouth to speak but stopped.

Zhao Hang really wanted to ask what the strange thing he just felt was about.

He was extremely sure that this had something to do with Yan Ding.

It was really that Yan Ding's appearance was too sudden and timely.

But Yan Ding obviously didn't pay attention to Zhao Hang's intention. He was doing more important things.

This was also one of the reasons why he rushed back.

Yan Ding led everyone back to the medical center, left them behind and entered the medical center first.

The monk followed closely behind.

"I want your skills. Practice the skills to achieve the power of Buddha." Yan Ding's request was very direct.

Yan Ding is not simply pursuing power, he is studying extraordinary power itself, so he has to study all kinds of power.

Yan Ding had never seen the monk's special power before.

Maybe this has something to do with the fact that he has less experience, but Yan Ding is very sure that the monk's power is abnormal.

Because the light of the soul is different from ordinary power, it is essentially advanced.

There has never been any classification like half-step spiritual light level.

Because even if you have not overcome the inner demons, the light of the soul can still be guided out. The fourth-level beginner can initially use the power of the light of the soul, but it has not yet been fully formed.

But even this immature spiritual light is still spiritual light, and it is an absolute level of crushing against low-level powers.

It is absolutely impossible for Yan Ding to be able to fight head-on with the strength of a lower level.

The light of the soul is not so watery. It is the product of the sublimation of the essence of the soul.

A dabbler is not qualified to use it.

Then again, the Buddhist power of the monk is not so much that he possesses certain qualities of the light of the soul, but rather that he is simply good at distorting reality.

Absolutely distorting reality is the basic nature of the light of the soul. There is no consumption in distorting reality. Only by resisting the correction force of the world can there be consumption.

Just like the AT stance in the EVA world, it can only be dissolved with the AT stance.

But the monk is different. The monk also consumes a lot of power to make up for the gap with the absolute nature of the light of the soul that distorts reality.

Strictly speaking, Monk is just further ahead than Yan Ding at the same level.

Going further means there is a new direction.

There is a road in front of Yan Ding that can more easily approach the level of spiritual light.

How could Yan Ding turn a blind eye.

"Amitabha, a poor monk has wasted twenty years and done a lot of harm to others, all because he learned this method of teaching sutras. I am afraid that the donor's actions have served as a warning to me and will not be seen." The monk clasped his hands together, sighed, and just lowered his voice. His eyebrows were lowered, but he didn't look at Yan Ding.

"Don't embarrass yourself with this kind of blame-blaming argument. Buddhist scriptures limit your vision, and the courtyard wall becomes a cage for your soul. Without this, your results will not be much better.

Bring it. "Yan Ding was not moved at all.

"Amitabha, just wait for the thing that harms people and let it die with the poor monks. Wouldn't everyone be happy?"

"You think I am you

Bring it and don't make me say it a third time. "

The monk did not look at Yan Ding, and Yan Ding's eyes were not in his direction.

After a long silence, the monk read out a passage of scripture.

When Yan Ding heard this, he raised his eyebrows.

He had an idea in his mind. He probably knew why the monk ended up like this.

Although Thalia came in right after the two of them, she could see their lips moving, but could not hear any sound coming out.

As soon as he thought about it, he knew what Yan Ding meant. He lowered his head and didn't even look at the shape of his mouth.

Yan Ding had long ago solidified the surrounding air with his mind power, so that not a single tremor could be transmitted. A soundproof barrier had long been formed around Monk Yan Ding.

After all, this kind of thing cannot be given to others casually.

Those people outside have only known each other for a few days.

Yan Yan was busy in the kitchen, inserting two chopsticks into a small bowl, shaking quickly, beating eggs. Although the chopsticks were so fast that they could not see their shadows, they still did not hear the sound of the chopsticks colliding with the bowl.

And there seemed to be a strange vibration coming from the chopsticks that were stirring rapidly, and the egg liquid was stirred more evenly.

The batter in the basin was also made soft, thick and even, without any lumps.

It's really because of the control that comes from practicing Chinese martial arts, and since I don't often encounter any important situations, I can only show off my cooking skills once or twice.

Pour the beaten egg liquid in the bowl into the batter, pick up the batter basin and shake it violently. The thick batter in the basin is shaken and stirred up. The strength of the words changes again in this fight, and a wave of The force of rotation is transmitted to the batter, forming a small tornado in the agitated batter. Under the rapid rotation of the tornado, the egg liquid quickly merges into the batter without distinguishing each other.

The words trembled twice more, the tornado spread even faster, and the fusion of egg liquid and batter sped up a bit more.

Suddenly he turned his head and saw that Yan Ding, who had closed his eyes to relax, opened his eyes and his eyes fell on her side.

The girl seemed to be showing off, and then she showed off a little more, and her movements gradually became more fancy.

Yan Ding lowered his head and smiled, his face that had not changed all year round seemed to have moved, and he turned to look at Zhao Hang next to him.

Looking at Zhao Hang's expression of constipation, he knew that he was feeling uncomfortable, but anyway, he also had a purpose for coming here. He said it sooner or later, so he might as well make it clear now.

"Isn't it strange that I show up too promptly every time?" Yan Ding suddenly spoke to break Zhao Hang's entangled state. Zhao Hang was just stunned for a moment, but turned around and didn't know what to say. He could only look at Yan Ding first. , waiting for his next words.

Yan Ding didn't pay attention, and continued to speak, not caring at all how much impact what he said next would have on Zhao Hang:

"You are running out of time. There are still about ten years, maybe less."