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Chapter 5018: 5.0770 We Can't Make Up

The three immediately felt a bit desolate, especially Feng Chen and Mo Lian, who exchanged glances, both feeling like they had just courted death. If they hadn't bickered so foolishly and let slip a secret just now, perhaps Qiao Qiao wouldn't have gotten so angry... Now that Qiao Qiao knew they had faced life-or-death danger in the Sacrificial Sea Abyss, they probably had to confess honestly.

Duan Yue almost wanted to cry. He was so baffled, being dragged into this mess by these two troublemakers. Qiao Qiao was now hitting everyone she saw, including him. Fight back? Not in this lifetime. But if he didn't fight back, the little one hit quite hard. If he dodged too quickly, he would earn angry glares from the little stoic, accusing them of daring to dodge.

"You, quickly say something." Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable almost said directly to Mo Lian: Brother, what are you being reserved for? Quickly kneel and beg for mercy, we won't laugh at you! If Qiao Qiao says you're wrong, you are naturally wrong. Quickly admit your mistake, admit it!

Qiao Mu suddenly stopped her hand, expressionlessly rubbing her belly. Duan Yue saw this and quickly asked, "Did you use too much force just now? Does your stomach feel uncomfortable?"

Qiao Mu shook her head, her voice cold. "Little Mo Bao said that when he comes out, he'll beat you for me, so I shouldn't do anything now and get too tired."

Everyone looked at her with bewildered expressions.

"No, no, Little Mo Bao, who's that?" Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable secretly winked at Mo Lian. Damn it, listening to Qiao Qiao's tone, she's quite familiar with this Little Mo Bao. How is it that after not seeing Qiao Qiao for over a month, another strange person has appeared by her side?

Mo Lian quickly stepped forward, reaching out to grasp Qiao Mu's small hand. "Qiao Qiao, Little Mo Bao..." Mo Lian's gaze followed her small hand downwards, landing on her belly. A sudden realization flashed in his mind, and his face lit up with excitement. He gripped Qiao Mu's hand tightly in his palm, his gaze sweeping back and forth across her belly. "Qiao Qiao, is this Little Mo Bao, is it? Our child?"

Qiao Mu remained impassive, her small face taut as she asked, "What are you thinking?"

"I, I'm simply overjoyed, Qiao, Qiao Qiao." Mo Lian stammered a bit in his excitement. "Qiao, Qiao Qiao, I, I'm really going to be a father?"

Qiao Mu still showed no emotion, stiffly saying, "Indeed."

Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable couldn't help but twitch his mouth. He felt that the conversation between this young couple was so serious it was almost comical.

Happiness arrived too suddenly. Crown Prince Mo's face was beaming, and just as he reached out to embrace his wife, he saw the little one give a "pat" to his hand, coldly saying, "We haven't made up yet. Don't come over for hugs and cuddles."

Mo Lian: "..."

"The world says that when husband and wife fight at the head of the bed, they make up at the foot of the bed. But I specifically want you to know." The little stoic said with a serious expression, "You and I, us two! We fought at the head of the bed, and we can't make up at the foot of the bed!"

Mo Lian: "..."

[I suddenly have a desolate feeling that I might have to sleep in the living room for several nights.]

"Pfft." Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable turned his back, unable to stop himself from bursting into laughter. Damn it, I still prefer staying with the little stoic. There's always laughter, always joy, every moment. Even just watching her makes my heart happy.

Watching his little wife utter these words, then suddenly turn and leave, leaving only the back of her head for the three of them to see.

Mo Lian couldn't help but reach out, calling out pitifully, "Wifey..." Don't leave. Can't your husband admit his mistake and accept his punishment?