[BL]What The Hell I'am Pregnant With?

Chapter 18

    But in the end, Tong Xiao still didn't take it off.

    Even if he wants to take it off, he can't take it off of the others willingly.

    And more important than taking off pants, what is meant by "have a baby"? !

    Chubby rubbed his fleshy face, and said seriously: "Getting along for hundreds of years, I'm pretty sure he's a

    handlebar ." After finishing speaking, he felt that just in case, he also pointed to the surrounding area. Only, he said: "We are all." The

    flapping wings listened to the poor, and quickly blocked his legs with his claws.

    But Dandan, after hearing it, he quickly stood up and let other people appreciate his little tugging.

    The scene was a bit awkward.

    Tong Xiao bulged his cheeks, he felt that he was disgusted.

    Isn’t it just a little belly after eating too much? How come you become pregnant? For such a big man like him, he is more hurt than the title of "short man", and he feels that he should be hardened.

    He just straightened his chest, planning to put out some bold and ruthless words.

    As a result, Metasequoia No. 98 stretched out its branches and lightly tapped Tong Xiao's forehead.

    Then, Tong Xiao was stunned.

    In an instant, he seemed to feel the heartbeat in his abdomen.

    With his hands on his abdomen, Tong Xiao was really confused.

    But he is obviously not a girl, he can guarantee that he is a real man.

    Metasequoia Ninety-eight said gently: "Perhaps, you can ask the child's other father, perhaps because of his extraordinary talent." The

    chubby ones were shocked. What is another father?

    Even if you really have a child, isn't it parthenogenetic reproduction? What the hell is this so-called other father?

    Facing the doubts on the faces of several younger brothers, Tong Xiao could only tell the scandal that Japan came to take advantage of others and was taken advantage of. When he said that, he sat cross-legged, his hands still did not leave him. abdomen.

    I didn't feel it before.

    But now he could feel a red fruit with a heartbeat in his stomach.

    The knots on his head are bigger and more powerful. He can't help but look forward to it. If it is really his child, will it be a small ginseng?

    Just thinking about it makes me really happy.

    In fact, for those spirits who have practiced for hundreds of years, they really have an emotion that cannot be cut off of their own race.

    Take Zhizhi as an example. On the mountain, even if none of Zhizhi's family members had spirituality, he still regarded those metasequoias as his family members, and each tree was named and well taken care of.

    And Tong Xiao, born eight hundred years ago, has never encountered other ginseng.

    But now, there is.

    It's still in his stomach, and he will call him father later. This feeling makes him so happy that he wants to float.

    At the same time, for that man, since the beginning of his dissatisfaction, he is now a little grateful. Tong Xiao can be sure that he is not pregnant. It is definitely the man's talent that makes him have a small ginseng.