Chapter 71: I will take charge of the trap from now on.
Gongsun Ce's conversation with Jingwei took a very short time. The Luowang killers, whose vision was temporarily blocked by Jingwei with mud and sand, had already surrounded the pavilion.

Gongsun Ce brushed off the nonexistent dust on his clothes, stood up, and faced the leading Luowang killer. "You are quite courageous."

Even if the sound of rain was blocking the way, it was impossible for a Half-Step Grandmaster to not hear the conversation between Gongsun Ce and Jing Wei.

Gongsun Ce, this name should be on the kill list of Luowang, but no one can take action.

Xuan Jian died and Yan Ri was killed by Gongsun Ce, who single-handedly blocked the advance of tens of thousands of heavily armored troops.

The leading killer had a bitter smile on his face under his mask, "Retreat back to the trap and die in torture. Continue to surround and kill, and you can die quickly.

Mr. Gongsun, if it were you, what would you choose? "

"Ha." Gongsun Ce chuckled. "If it were me, I would hold Yanri and kill Buwei. From now on, I will be the master of Luowang."

The leading killer was stunned. This kind of answer was really a path he had never imagined, because he was only a half-step master.

Gongsun Ce shook his head. "Too much nonsense. Since you don't want to retreat, just keep your life."

"on!"

In the rain, with an order from the leading killer, the Luowang killers rushed forward and approached the pavilion.

Gongsun Ce gently raised his fingers, and his fingertips drew an elegant arc in the air.

Just as the Luowang assassins were about to reach Gongsun Ce, he snapped his fingers crisply.

The sound of the finger snap seemed particularly abrupt even amid the sound of the violent rain, as if an invisible ripple was spreading in the air.

Word Spirit: Dark Thunder

The Luowang killers only felt an indescribable force suddenly attacking them, and the air around them seemed to be sucked away by an invisible force in an instant.

In an instant, they felt an unprecedented feeling of suffocation, and Gongsun Ce used Yin Lei to suck out the air around them.

A faint smile appeared on Gongsun Ce's face. He slowly raised his palm, and the extracted air instantly condensed into invisible air bombs.

Under Gongsun Ce's control, the invisible air bomb seemed to have life and flew rapidly towards the direction of the Luowang killers.

The Luowang killers were in the pain of suffocation at the moment and could not move at all, plus they could not see the existence of the air bombs.

They just felt that a disaster was about to happen, but they didn't know why.

Only a few killer-level assassins saw the rain being distorted. They guessed it was an invisible attack, but even if they reacted, it was too late for them to avoid it.

For a moment, bursts of roars erupted in the air, and those air bombs quickly penetrated the bodies of these killers. Blood splashed in the air and seeped into the soil under the washing of rain.

Afterwards, the air bombs exploded inside the bodies of the Luowang killers, completely crushing their internal organs and cutting off all chances of life.

Yan Lu's eyes were sparkling as he watched Gongsun Ce kill a group of Luowang assassins with just a wave of his hand.

He was a little envious, but then he looked at the Sword of Light in his hand, and the envy disappeared. He lived a nameless life without fighting...

This kind of mentality was given to Yan Lu along with the Hanguang Sword.

Yan Lu envied Gongsun Ce's ability to kill people with a snap of his fingers, but he did not like killing.

He practiced an unnamed method of sitting and forgetting, which involved retracting his body, concealing his wisdom, leaving his form and knowledge, and disappearing among the masses.

It is weak when encountering a weak opponent, and its offense and defense are like a ball of cotton wool, making it difficult for even the most powerful attacks to exert their force.

Therefore, Yan Lu is also known as the Confucian 50-50, never losing and never winning.

Seeing all the assassins of Luowang being killed instantly by Gongsun Ce, Jingwei's tense heart was completely relaxed, but then came the pain in her lower abdomen, and her amniotic fluid broke. The sickle weasel slid the water across her skin without considering the occasion, and Gongsun Ce turned his head and saw the water stains under Jingwei's feet.

Gongsun Ce was stunned for a moment. No one could understand this feeling except Zeng Xiaoxian who was doing the live broadcast on TV.

"Jingwei, you are about to give birth."

Jingwei covered her belly with her hands, her face pale, "Mr. Gongsun, do you know how to have a baby?"

Gongsun Ce opened his mouth, seeming to be hesitant to speak. Finally, Gongsun Ce could only choose to give it a try. "I'll give it a try. I'll give it a try."

Gongsun Ce raised his finger and poked Yan Lu's forehead. "You are young and don't learn well. Do you understand me?"

Yan Lu nodded blankly, not understanding what was happening yet, but he obediently moved away from the pavilion.

Jingwei seemed relieved to see Yan Lu leave, and asked Gongsun Ce what to do next, "Mr. Gongsun, what should we do next?"

Gongsun Ce helped Jingwei up and let her stand, "Stand up, and then push hard."

Gongsun Ce took off Jingwei's coat, then he stood on the stone table in the pavilion and asked Jingwei to hold his hand.

In fact, it is easier to give birth while standing, but more difficult while lying down. However, giving birth itself is like walking through the gates of hell, and being able to stand steadily is almost impossible.

Therefore, the method adopted in ancient times was to tie up the pregnant woman's hands with a rope, half-hang her up, and assist her in standing.

Due to limited conditions, Gongsun Ce had no way of allowing Jingwei to give birth in a sheltered environment.

Even though Jingwei was at the Grandmaster level, at this moment he had sweat on his forehead and his eyes were wide open.

Soon, Jingwei gave birth. Gongsun Ce quickly caught the fallen baby girl and wrapped her in his outer robe.

“Wow, wow…”

The cry was not loud. Gongsun Ce frowned slightly, "Jingwei, I have bad news for you. Her health is not good. I am afraid it will be difficult for her to live to adulthood."

While holding Jingwei's hands, Gongsun Ce also took her pulse. According to the pulse, she seemed to have used some secret method to suppress the appearance of her pregnant belly, that is, to suppress the growth of the child.

Therefore, the baby girl looked very thin and her crying revealed weakness.

Jingwei, who was also weak, held on to the stone table with both hands and barely stood up. After hearing Gongsun Ce's words, she silently shed tears.

Obviously, she also thought that it was the secret method that caused the baby girl's congenital deficiency.

"but……"

Gongsun Ce changed the subject, and Jingwei seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw.

"But what? Sir, if there is a way to cure my daughter, I will do it."

Gongsun Ce looked at the wrinkled baby in his arms and raised two fingers, "First, my teacher is Xunzi, whose medical skills are unparalleled in the world. I can ask him to treat him.

Second, my blood is special. If she can withstand the erosion of my blood, perhaps she will not only recover her health, but also have incredible power.

But I am not sure if her body can withstand the erosion of my blood."

In the dragon worldview, there is a family called Beowulf. Whenever a baby is born, this family will feed the baby a drop of highly poisonous dragon blood crystal.

Only those who can endure the deadly poison in dragon's blood can be named Beowulf.

(End of this chapter)