Song Yiyan was already exhausted and lay on her shoulder. "I can't take it anymore. It's too torturous for me to be pregnant, I feel like my magic power is about to be overdrawn. Did the baby snatch it all away from me?"
Ling Sheng took the opportunity to catch her breath. "Childbirth is a matter of overdrafting one's life."
Song Yiyan said weakly, "But you gave birth to another one."
Ling Sheng said, "Nothing can stop fate."
The old monster moved very quickly, and the ground shrank to an inch. In just half an hour, half of the fire had been extinguished.
The remaining land that couldn't be extinguished were isolated by Song Yiyan with a barrier to ensure that they wouldn't burn anywhere else. It would be bad if they continued burning.
"Sheng Sheng." Jun Shiyan bent down and picked her up.
