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Chapter 5373: Qiao's Baby

Mo Lian embraced her, including the whimpering baby. Qiao Mu was quite amused and gently pushed his forehead. "Qiao Qiao's Lotus, don't be angry with that old guy, Heavenly Dao."

"Who's angry with it?" Mo Lian pouted. "It's just a shameless old thing. It wants to go against you, against you and our child, terribly so." But for some unknown reason, it just didn't dare. Thus, it vented all its accumulated anger on innocent bystanders. Poor were his hidden guards, struck by bolts of thunderfire until they resembled salted fish, not even wanting to turn over...

Qiao Mu blinked and firmly patted Mo Lian's thigh, muttering, "That's why I said it must have an ulterior motive. Just because it didn't dare to strike me this time doesn't mean it won't strike me in the future."

Mo Lian: ...

"I must be wary of it. Absolutely wary!"

Wife, your husband has a premonition, that old Heavenly Dao just doesn't dare to strike you!

"Wife, let's discuss something, shall we?"

"What is it, husband, tell me," Qiao Mu moved closer to him, their heads drawing near. Mo Lian suppressed a smile, his phoenix eyes curving as he gazed at her small face so close to his.

"Mwah." He leaned down and quickly kissed her, then said seriously, "Wife, next time you level up, can you inform your husband in advance? So your husband can be mentally prepared."

Qiao Mu blinked, tilting her head back. "Husband, do you think that old Heavenly Dao will strike you every time I level up?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she saw her Lotus nod his large head vigorously and earnestly at her.

Lady Qiao Qiao couldn't help but be amused. She wrapped her arm around Lotus and laughed, "No, it won't, husband, don't overthink it. This was just an isolated incident; it might be... aimed at our baby."

"Think about it, with the baby's miraculous talent, it's almost impossible for it not to strike him."

As she spoke, Qiao Mu suddenly raised her hand and put the baby into Mo Lian's arms. This time, the little one didn't push his old father away, perhaps because his father hadn't actively embraced him, but rather his mother had handed him over.

Mo Lian was chuckling, about to refute his wife's "wild talk," wondering what "isolated incident" she was referring to, as he felt that every future instance would be just as bizarre. His wife leveling up meant misfortune for him; he probably couldn't avoid such "natural disasters."

He suddenly felt something warm under the baby's pad. He reached out to touch it, then looked at Qiao Qiao with a bewildered expression.

He saw the little stoic pinching her nose, crawling further into the bed. "I think the baby pooped. You go clean him up."

Mo Lian's hands, holding the baby, stiffened.

The little stoic, her round, bright eyes looking at him, directly pulled the blanket up and lay down, instantly embodying a dramatic flair. "Qiao Qiao's Lotus, Qiao Qiao can only help you this far. Mother said that although my delivery was smooth and extraordinary, I still need a lot of rest normally."

"For the baby's eating and drinking, I have to serve him all day. The baby's pooping and peeing will be your responsibility!" As she spoke, her expression was very serious as she looked at him. "Your baby is a little hedgehog; no palace maids or eunuchs can get close to him. But you can't let him sleep in a pile of poop. So, husband! It's up to you."

The little stoic poked a fist out from under the covers, making a gesture of "go, husband."