An Lin was in a lot of pain.
This feeling probably really wasn't all that different from what a pregnant woman suffering from dystocia had to endure.
Hmm… Wait a minute…
If he used his sea of vital energy as an analogy for a womb and the little black dragon as an analogy for an unborn child…
He really was suffering from dystocia!
The little black dragon was thrashing violently, but it was unable to come out from his sea of vital energy. In the meantime, he was suffering from excruciating pain as a result. Wasn't this the pain of not being able to force a child out of one's womb?
An Lin felt more and more depressed as he followed this train of thought.
I'm a f*cking man! Why do I have to go through all this?!
"Ms. Bai Xue… Can you please hurry up? My An Lin can't hold on for much longer," Xu Xiaolan urged.
