Chapter 774: newborn

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With the whistle of the nine-tailed celestial fox, the many high-ranking beasts gathered under the tree turned around one after another. Then, like a billowing torrent, they dispersed towards the outside, disappearing in the woods, and disappeared after a moment The wild bear and a beast remained in place.
　　 The entire body of the nine-tailed celestial fox stood up from the Xuantianmu, staring down with ruby-like eyes, and then the voice rolled down:
　　 "Old Xiong, this king will immediately go to the secret realm in the Xuantianmu and take the transformation grass. It is not a long time, about half a day, so during this time, I will trouble you to look at this naughty little guy."
After 　　's words fell, the tyrannical bear raised his hands and took the five-tailed little fox that was thrown from the Xuantianmu, and responded:
"Wang, I have heard of this legendary transformation grass, my old bear, but I didn't expect it to exist. It is said that once the grass is taken, it can be transformed into a human form, but while maintaining a human form, it will fall into the realm. , Your safety may not be guaranteed."
　　 "Don't worry, with Da Xia's strength, if you want to do something against this king, it makes no difference whether you accept this transformation."
After 　　 finished speaking, the nine-tailed celestial fox turned directly, moved a few times above the mysterious sky, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
　　 At the same time, on the outskirts of Hexu Mountain, under the shining sun, returning to the capital of Fengcheng, this vast and rough trading city is exuding its unique wild vitality.
The residents of Fengcheng are especially martial artists, and there are also a large number of bountyers and guardians, so the discussion about the battle between Fuyao the Great and Murong and last night's sacred battle is particularly intense at this time.
All the taverns in the city are full of Fengcheng people with weapons and rough clothes, and the large number of storytellers in Fengcheng have conceived an extremely thrilling battle in a very short time. The plot was eloquent, causing the rough men listening below to exclaim from time to time.
　　 Compared to other cities in Daxia, Fengcheng is undoubtedly more simple and simple.
In a tavern in Fengcheng, after listening to an old man in front of him, a man clapped his hands and applauded vigorously. Then he took out a few copper plates from his arms and placed them in the small bowl in front of him. The excitement on his face did not dissipate. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, patted the shoulder of another man beside him, and asked loudly:
"Brother Li, there is news. I have a relative who is a well-known midwife in the city. It is said that he was invited into the palace late at night. He has not yet come out, and almost all midwives in Fengcheng were picked up this morning. gone."
　　 "The palace? Which palace?"
　　 "Which other royal mansion is the richest man, Father Wang, and the legendary Wang Jing, who is the prodigal son who is not changing his head, is his wife who is about to give birth.
　　As soon as this statement was made, the surrounding crowds who were about to disperse gathered in one place again, and then a middle-aged woman in the crowd followed with a solemn voice:
　　 "From last night to now, such a long time, this is not good, isn't it a dystocia?"
　　 As soon as these remarks came out, people around them exclaimed.
　　 In the center of Fengcheng, the huge palace, the gate was closed, countless court ladies sprinting all the way holding the things the midwife needed, the atmosphere was extremely tense, even the housekeeper in charge of the gate was sweating profusely.
In the inner courtyard, a painful scream continued to sound. Accompanied by the screams were several figures walking anxiously back and forth outside the door. Among them, Wang Jing, who had a handsome face and was still wearing armor, was no longer there. In the past calm, face anxious, fists clenched, and between walking back and forth, the voice of inquiry sounded:
　　 "Mother, it's been so long, how come Wan'er hasn't been born yet, did you use it for so long when you gave birth to me?"
　　 The voice of inquiry fell, supported by the maid, and the queen mother standing aside, her eyes were also anxious, but she still pretended to respond calmly:
　　 "Jing'er, giving birth to our women is a catastrophe in our lives, but I believe Wan'er will be fine. All the experienced midwives in Fengcheng have been invited over."
Having said that, the painful shouts in the ear still stimulate Wang Jing’s nerves. Wang Jing knows his wife very well. Although she is gentle, she is definitely an extremely tough person in her bones. The cry of exhaustion from the side indicates that she is suffering from unimaginable tremendous pain.
Therefore, as time passed, Wang Jing’s anxious color became stronger. In fact, it was not only Wang Jing, but also his grandfather and Wang Jing’s father-in-law. Master Wang continued to direct his servants to invite the doctor in the city. The honest carpenter's father-in-law, although standing aside without saying a word, his hands were squeezed white because of too much force.
　　 Then a pair of powerful hands stretched out from the side and lightly patted Wang Jing's shoulder, then Pengmu's burly body appeared, and a deep voice sounded:
　　 "Wang Jing, calm down, have the purification potion and life spring water given by your majesty been sent in?"
　　 Wang Jing turned his head and watched all the way from the endless mountain Yulong Pass, with a heavy shield on his back, like a Pengmu like an iron tower, the whole person suddenly calmed down, and he responded:
　　 "It was diluted at the beginning and sent in, otherwise Wan'er would not be able to hold on for so long."
After 　　 finished speaking, Wang Jing stretched out from his arms and took out a palm-sized scroll, held it tightly, and the faint voice continued:
　　 "If there is another stick of incense and Wan'er has not given birth, then I will ask your majesty. I still have some military merits. Even if I offend Shengwei, I will save Wan'er."
　　 "Add me!"
　　 Peng Mu's voice is still as strong as ever. The two Daxia's hot generals are now more nervous and heavier than facing thousands of troops.
　　 As the world progressed, Wang Jing was holding the palm of the teleportation scroll, sweating more and more. Suddenly, the cry of pain stopped abruptly, followed by a loud cry of the baby.
　　 The sound of the baby's cry was like the dawn that pierced the endless darkness, and instantly swept away the suppressed atmosphere in the entire backyard. Wang Jing and Peng Mu looked at each other and let out a roar.
　　 "Give birth, be born, I am a fat, healthy young boy!"
The door of the inner house was opened directly, and then a midwife stepped out with a smile on her face. A bunch of people in the yard outside the door dared to rush into the inner house. At the same time, the whole palace was battering gongs and drums in an instant, which was very lively .
　　 As the saying goes, when a man becomes a father, then he will completely mature, because the responsibility on his shoulders is heavier.
　　While the young people of Wang Jing's generation have begun to take on this new responsibility one after another, which is a new bond of family and inheritance.
　　 With the slow progress of this era, young people will formally stand in the center of the stage and become the mainstay!