Urban Omnipotent Son-in-law

4Yang Zifong took a deep look at Su Bingqing. He knew this girl wasn't telling the truth, but he didn't ask. Instead, he said,     2

    

"Don't worry too much. Give me some time. I will try my best to restore your life."    

    

"Do you really have a way?"    

    

Su Bingqing looked happy.    

    

No one wanted to die, especially him. She was very reluctant when she thought about Mo Nan and Su Yujie.    

    

Yang Zifong did not dare to finish his sentence, but at this moment, he still hoped to give Su Yujie some confidence.    

    

"Girl, you don't believe your Uncle Yang that much?"    

    

"I do!" Su Bingqing nodded happily.    

    

"Okay. Anyway, from tomorrow onwards, you come over from time to time. I will refine some medicinal pills and let you consume them." Yang Zifong smiled and waved his hand.    

    

Su Bingqing agreed again. After that, she asked Yang Zifong how serious her situation was. After Yang Zifong answered vaguely for a while, there was no result. Only then did she leave the Taoist temple.    

    

When she returned to the wooden house and entered the door, she saw that Mo Nan was still sitting by the bed as usual, in a daze.    

    

Her heart ached. Su Bingqing quickly walked over and grabbed his hand, blaming him gently.    

    

"I know all about my illness."    

    

Mo Nan's eyes flickered a few times.    

    

Su Bingqing continued, "You promised to come with me because you felt that you could not cure me, so you wanted to quietly accompany me for more than ten years, right?"    

    

Mo Nan lowered his head.    

    

To be honest, he really had no way to deal with Su Bingqing's situation. Cultivation was Bingqing's way to extend her life, but the problem was that Bingqing's talent was too poor. There were many things that could not be achieved just by hard work.    

    

For example, a while ago, the three women cultivated together. Tang Xin and Wushuang, one played fish for two days and the other did not even understand what Mo Nan said, but they still successfully broke through to the Martial Disciple realm.    

    

In comparison, Su Bingqing did not even sense the Spiritual Force, let alone train.    

    

He was really a little desperate.    

    

What Su Bingqing said was also a part of the reason why he left Wan City. Life was short. Since the time he could do was limited, he might as well cherish his life.    

    

This was the reason Mu Hanyan used her life as the price to let him understand.    

    

Seeing that he did not speak, Su Bingqing smiled and reproached, "Still ignore me?"    

    

"I know that you are doing this for my own good, but have you thought that to me, this is really nothing. Compared to... that person, I can still accompany you for a long time. This is already very good."    

    

She was referring to Mu Hanyan.    

    

In comparison, she was indeed much luckier than Mu Hanyan. Su Bingqing said so but in her heart, she indeed thought so.    

    

Mo Nan was still silent.    

    

But to be honest, knowing that Su Bingqing already knew the truth and her reaction was not as intense as his worry, old rascal really heaved a sigh of relief.    

    

Suddenly, Su Bingqing blushed and rubbed her little finger.    

    

"Mo Nan, that, I want another child..."    

    

Mo Nan, who did not have any reaction, only raised his head and looked at her in a daze. After confirming that Bingqing did not just make the decision in despair, he mounted his horse.    

    

The interior of the wooden house was instantly filled with fragrance.    

    

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After that day, Bingqing started to run to the Taoist temple from time to time. Mo Nan was probably bored and had enough of daydreaming. He wanted to find something to pass the time.    

    

Coincidentally, Chef Kou was missing a woodcutter.    

    

Mo Nan took the job and waited for Su Bingqing to go to the Taoist temple every day. He carried the ax and left. Before Bingqing came back, he went back to the wooden house and waited.    

    

When Su Bingqing came back, the two of them got bored in the wooden house.    

    

The days seemed to have become really calm and normal. old rascal finally walked out of the silence and started to talk more.    

    

...    

    

In the blink of an eye, a month and a half had passed.    

    

For a whole month or so, Mo Nan had completely cut off all contact with the outside world. He did not even know what had happened to the girls recently.    

    

Since he had decided to accompany Bingqing, Mo Nan knew very well in his heart that Bingqing had never wished for him to have other women.    

    

Later on, accepting Wushuang, Tang Xin and the others was just a compromise.    

    

Sex seeking. This time, he completely fulfilled Bingqing's wish.    

    

Speaking of which, In this one month's time, even Yang Zifong did not know what he did. Yang was busy treating Su Bingqing and did not care about Mo Nan. It was Mo Nan himself. His appearance gradually became younger.    

    

Su Bingqing could not be more surprised about this.    

    

After all, even if she did not mind doing that with an old man, she would find it strange after a long time.    

    

She didn't know that old rascal wasn't willing to recover. It was also because of this matter that he chose to recover.    

    

There was no other way. He could not take it!    

    

Bingqing was in a hurry to have a child. She tormented him day and night. If he did not recover, that old bones would be torn apart by Bingqing who became enthusiastic!    

    

It was still better to be young and healthy...    

    

On this day, in the forest.    

    

Mo Nan was chopping wood as usual. He swung the ax again and again. He had repeated this move countless times. His voice sounded dull, but in fact, he did not use much strength at all.    

    

After more than ten times, a big tree had fallen.    

    

Practice makes perfect.    

    

old rascal patiently chopped the big tree into firewood. His movements were neither fast nor slow. During this period of time, he would go to Elder Shi's place to listen to lessons from time to time. The old man, whom he had despised the most in the past, had more or less learned some of his energy recovery skills.    

    

Forget about it, he used to be impatient and impatient, but it seemed like he could not see it anymore.    

    

Suddenly.    

    

"Mr Mo!"    

    

Mo Nan turned his head to look. Before long, he saw a little boy running over, panting.    

    

He knew the boy. He was a member of the Dao College, and his personality was somewhat similar to his childhood. He was very naughty. After a long time, the two of them were very familiar with each other.    

    

"Calm down."    

    

Mo Nan looked up slightly and lectured him with an aged tone.    

    

"How did Elder Shi teach you?" he asked. Every time something big happened, you had to calm down. " The sky won't collapse. If you have anything to say, wait until you catch your breath. "    

    

"Oh."    

    

The boy was obedient. At least, he listened to Mo Nan's words and breathed hard for more than ten times. Then he said calmly,    

    

"Yang shi asked me to inform you just now that Sister-in-law seems to be pregnant."    

    

Dang.    

    

Mo Nan was stunned. He released the ax in his hand and the crisp sound of it hitting the ground rang out.    

    

In the next second, he cursed with excitement, "Damn it, why didn't you tell me earlier about such a big thing?"    

    

Damn it, it had been more than a month. Bingqing's baby belly finally had some movement.    

    

After saying that, he didn't even care about the firewood and ran towards the Taoist temple at Yang's head.    

    

Leaving the boy behind, he muttered to himself,    

    

"This, we agreed to stay calm..."    

    

- - -    

    

In the Daoist temple.    

    

Su Bingqing was still gently touching her stomach. Before she could react, she felt someone hug her. She called out in panic. She turned around and saw that it was Mo Nan. She then lowered her head with a red face.    

    

"Don't, Uncle Yang is still watching..."    

    

Mo Nan immediately raised his head when he heard her. He glared at Yang Zifong who was sitting cross-legged.    

    

"Cough."    

    

The old priest coughed awkwardly and helplessly got up to leave, giving up his territory.