The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

"Fortunately, the doctor said there is no serious problem, but the subsequent nutrition needs to be followed up."

At night, his voice was full of fatigue, and Mo Mo collapsed tiredly on the sofa in the living room.

"That's good. You really hope that nothing will happen to your baby, don't you?" Yan Jing gently supported her bulging belly with one hand and handed a glass of lemon honey water to Mo Mo with the other. "I took you two little ones to another hospital last time, and the doctor there told me that your baby will be a 'rising star' when he grows up. I advise you to take good care of him. I'm looking forward to how he will look when he grows up."

Mo Mo didn't care much about Yan Jing's words. She rubbed her eyebrows and looked at Xiao Huihui who was sitting beside her and drinking water obediently.

"What does 'rising star' mean?"

"It should be the literal meaning, very handsome or very strong." Yan Jing shrugged, indicating that she was not very clear.

"Really?" Mo Mo sat up from the sofa, stretched out his hand to pinch the little boy's chin and looked around, "How handsome can he be? How strong can he be?"

Xiao Huihui didn't say anything, her beautiful amber eyes like stars looked back at Mo Mo quietly.

"Anyway, you just need to be patient and raise it. The same goes for Lightning." Yan Jing sat down next to Mo Mo, holding a cup of protein powder drink she had prepared, and continued, "I heard from Yan Mu that you are different now. You are already a mid-level 3rd stage spiritualist. That means you are now a very strong spiritualist! As for your spiritual beasts, as long as you are a little more careful and patient, it is not impossible for you to raise a few high-level spiritual beasts."

[Is it that strong? Are you kidding? ]

After hearing what Yan Jing said, Mo Mo spread out his hands and looked at them, and did not speak for a long time.

"I have planned everything for you. When my baby is born, I will raise the child and you will raise the spirit beast. We will definitely have a lot of common topics by then!"

Hearing Yan Jing say this, Mo Mo's lips trembled slightly, "... Please don't, they are my spirit beasts, but... I still have important things to deal with..."

Yan Jing looked at her in confusion, "You are already very strong now! What? Are you going to have a relationship? Or are you going to save the world? I really can't think of anything important that you can do at such a young age with your current strength?!"

Facing Yan Jing's barrage of questions, Mo Mo smiled bitterly, then said with a serious expression, "It can be said that there are things to do that are more important than falling in love, and are indeed as important as 'saving the world'."

Yan Jing was stunned!

She stood up with a look of fear on her face, and asked, "Is it the 'end of the world'? Then...is there anything I can do to help you?"

Seeing Yan Jing's expression, Mo Mo felt that she might have said too much. She shouldn't have told her all this. She felt that Yan Jing only needed to stay at home and rest assured to take care of the pregnancy and give birth smoothly.

Her eyes suddenly lit up again, and she smiled softly and gracefully, "What? What are you thinking? Don't worry, since I am their owner, I will definitely take them seriously and be responsible for them."

**

In Zhao Wenting's office.

Mo Mo looked down at the black marble floor. The sunlight refracted through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows and shone obliquely onto the floor, emitting bright light.

Zhao Wenting looked at the "Resignation Letter" in his hand, his face showing no emotion.

"Are you sure you've thought about it?"

Mo Mo raised her head hesitantly, then stared at his face across the black desk.

"Yeah." She nodded.

"And there is one more thing," Mo Mo said sincerely, "I need to apologize to you for what I said to you that day... in the hospital corridor... Anyway, I'm sorry!"

After saying that, Mo Mo lowered his head again and bowed deeply and politely.

"What if I refuse."

There was no emotion in his voice and he said this indifferently.

Mo Mo raised his head and looked at him again.

"What do you think the Supernatural Bureau is? You can come and go as you please?"

There was coldness in Zhao Wenting's words, and his eyes shot a playful and mocking look at her pale face.

"Master..." Mo Mo's eyes dimmed, "Please, please let me go... I didn't spend a single cent of the money you gave me. I put it all in this card. And all the salary I've earned since I started working at the Supernatural Bureau is also... in it."

After saying that, she placed a bank card on the black desk.

"Do you think... that by handing over all this, you can really pay off all your debts? Just like you said, 'Can a simple 'I'm sorry' erase the harm that the person has suffered?'" Zhao Wenting stood up with a faint smile and came to her side.

Mo Mo's heart felt heavy, and she suddenly looked up at him!

His black eyes seemed to have fallen into the bottom of a lake.

[Are you angry? Or are you heartbroken? Why did he ask this? ]

Mo Mo felt scared, and his thin shoulders began to tremble slightly.

[Why? When I look into his eyes, my heart hurts so much? ]

"Mo Mo, I feel for you... you really can't feel anything at all?"

After the emotions in his chest calmed down a little, Zhao Wenting asked Mo Mo.

There were many nights when he stood in front of the French window and looked out at the sky, wondering how she would leave him. Of course, he also thought about what he was doing now, resigning directly and leaving. He also thought about how he would deal with it: he wanted to keep her by his side, even if he had to use coercion, even if he would be punished for such means, he just wanted her to stay by his side.

But now she begged him to let her go, and he felt like his heart was about to be torn apart by the pain.

"I treat you differently than I treat others. Can you really... not feel it at all? And, you like me too, right?"

He took another step forward and reached out to grab her shoulders. "I'm sorry, maybe it's because I'm too overbearing sometimes. I... I'm not very good at liking and caring about someone. I know there are still many "shortcomings" in the Superpower Bureau that need to be improved. I will work hard and we will make it perfect together. Please don't leave, okay?"

He is not very suitable for saying these 'expressing himself' words.

Mo Mo took a step back in fear.

"Master! You...you shouldn't be like this..." Mo Mo stood there stiffly. She didn't dare to look up at him. "I should be the one to say sorry. I know your feelings. I understand...I understand everything. That's why I...I have to leave."

Mo Mo also felt that she was almost unable to breathe due to the pain in her heart. She should have been extremely happy to hear him express his feelings, but why was it like this now...

She couldn't show any of it.

"Why..." Zhao Wenting let go of his hands that were holding her shoulders, with a look of loss, fragility and emptiness in his eyes.

"Because... I have someone I like now." Mo Mo's voice and tone were strange. She suppressed the pain and trembling in her heart and finally said the reason that she had thought of before entering the office.

But she didn't feel relieved after saying it.

"...Really?" Zhao Wenting replied softly, "So that's how it is."

"So, have you ever... liked me before? Even just for a moment." Those images in the past that made him mistakenly believe that 'she liked him' and those memories that pierced his heart, were now like being thrown into a shredder, torn into countless messy fragments and spots, gushing and bombarding in his mind.

"..."

The room was very quiet. Pei Ming and Yan Mu were arranged to leave in advance by Zhao Wenting.

He didn't wait for her answer.

He suddenly curled his lips and smiled, and a somewhat sad smile slowly spread across his face, as if he was a lonely, forgotten and hurt angel in the world.

"You go."

He had clearly decided in advance that he would keep her imprisoned by his side no matter what means; yet at this moment he chose to give her freedom.

When Mo Mo looked up at him, he had returned to his seat in the office, sitting against the light, his back looking a little lonely.

She didn't see his tear-stained face and red eyes in the shadows.