Quick Transmigration: Pregnancy Blessing - The Soft Bunny is Pampered by the Big Shots

Before Wu Shiyun could reply, Master Xuyun turned and left, as if he was intentionally avoiding something.

“Xu Yun, Miss Sang, she said she has someone she likes.”

Wu Shiyun seemed to have gotten addicted to playing the role of a scheming woman, as he deliberately paused here.

He saw Master Xuyun's footsteps slow down imperceptibly by a step.

"The person she likes is you."

Wu Shiyun originally thought that his words would touch Master Xuyun, but he did not expect that the other party would only leave him with a receding figure.

The first person to discover that Sangyu was unconscious was the young monk.

When the young monk heard Wu Shiyun say that Sangyu was not feeling well, he wanted to check on her and see if there was anything he could help her with.

Then they saw Sang Yu, who was unconscious.

"Oh no! Sister Sang has fainted!"

"Her forehead was burning hot."

Upon hearing this, Chu Weimo was the first to rush forward. Actually, after hearing Wu Shiyun say that Sang Yu wasn't feeling well, he wanted to go see her.

However, due to the difference between men and women, he did not feel comfortable sneaking into a woman's room at night.

Master Xuyun watched as the throngs of people surged toward Sangyu's room, and he slowly followed behind.

Finally, they stopped.

As if he had made up his mind, Master Xuyun turned around and walked away from the crowd.

Even without him, Sang Yu would still be loved by many.

The reason he found it difficult to choose was simply because he was attached to the future and his Buddhist heart was not pure.

He can't afford to sink any further.

Master Xuyun sat on the rooftop gazing up at the night sky, the dazzling Milky Way stretching out before him, yet he felt no joy whatsoever.

She coughed up blood.

Her forehead was burning hot.

Is she alright?

Master Xuyun couldn't control his thoughts; the more he tried to suppress them, the more his chaotic thoughts ran rampant.

His mind was filled with thoughts of Sang Yu at that moment.

"Uncle Master!"

The young monk hurried along, looking flustered, glancing around and calling out for Master Xuyun.

He seemed to be looking for himself.

"what happened?"

Master Xuyun looked down from the rooftop and met the young monk's gaze. His cool tone couldn't hide his anxiety.

"Ugh!"

Instead of getting to the point, the young monk sighed deeply, causing Master Xuyun to frown.

"Uncle-Master, your three friends are fighting."

"Miss Sang is dying, and all three of them are vying to offer themselves to her."

"If we disagree, we'll start fighting."

"I'm afraid someone's going to get beaten to death."

Master Xuyun sorted out his thoughts. He stood on the rooftop, the night wind blowing his moon-white robes.

With his exceptionally refined features and tall, slender figure, he appeared like a deity descending to earth under the chilly moonlight.

"Let them be."

To everyone's surprise, the young monk hadn't expected that Master Xuyun would remain uninvolved even after things had come to this point.

However, Master Xuyun didn't participate, so why did he stand up so quickly?

"Forget it, I'll go back and persuade them to stop fighting."

"Why don't we treat Miss Sang's illness together with all three of us?"

As soon as the young monk finished speaking, he tried to turn around, but someone grabbed his throat.

"I don't allow it."

"You are not allowed to humiliate her like that."

The young monk was nearly choked to death; it was the first time he had ever seen Master Xuyun so angry and out of control.

"Uncle Master..."

He was careless and crossed a line that shouldn't have been crossed.

Master Xuyun's arms were visibly veiny, his long fingers were incredibly strong, and his deep black eyes were filled with a fierce aura.

He knew the little monk was lying.

It's impossible for the three of them to fight; at least Shen Lanqing won't be involved in the battle for now.

Master Xuyun felt a mix of emotions; he seemed to have made things worse.

As soon as Master Xuyun entered, he saw Sang Yu's pale face, her eyebrows and eyes filled with sorrow, and her lips pink and white.

Her figure was delicate, frail, and sickly.

Master Xuyun stepped forward, put his arm around Sangyu's waist, and checked her pulse.

Her body was severely depleted, and her breath was extremely weak, like a butterfly with broken wings, about to perish at any moment.

"not good."

Master Xuyun spoke succinctly, his gaze falling on the medicine box beside the bed, which he opened with one hand.

The candied fruit was almost finished, but the medicine hadn't been touched.

"The person she likes is you."

Wu Shiyun's words echoed in my ears once again.

Master Xuyun slowly turned his gaze to Sangyu, his eyes filled with indescribable emotions—despair and pain.

She deliberately refused to take her medicine.

She deliberately made herself look like this.

She wanted to see him.

“What should I do now?”

Chu Weimo was very anxious, fearing that Sang Yu wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

“Xu Yun, if you really like her, then heal her now.”

"If you can't cure her, let go completely now."

Chu Weimo's words were blunt and cruel.

Indeed, if he doesn't help, there are plenty of others waiting to be treated.

Master Xuyun felt extremely bitter, and in the end he could only say "okay".

"Then we'll all go out. Xu Yun, you hurry up."

Shen Lanqing tapped Chu Weimo with her fan, signaling him to step back and for everyone to leave and make room.

To facilitate Master Xuyun's actions.

"Wait a minute." Master Xuyun stopped everyone from leaving.

"The choice is given to Miss Sang."

"Let her choose from the three of you."

The entire room fell silent instantly. Shen Lanqing's lips twitched; he wondered if his ears had just malfunctioned.

What did he just hear?

Has Xu Yun gone mad?!

At this point, you're still pushing it out? You're just letting Chu Weimo get away with it, and you'll regret it for the rest of your life.

"That's fine too; we should respect Miss Sang's own wishes."

"Perhaps Miss Sang doesn't like Xuyun, but likes me."

Wu Shiyun, who had been silent all along, suddenly stood up and said something surprising.

Shen Lanqing pursed his thin lips slightly. This world was too crazy; he couldn't understand it anymore.

Wu Shiyun also went crazy, but he himself didn't?

Master Xuyun frowned and began to regulate Sangyu's breathing. The difference in strength between the two was vast, and Sangyu's body was extremely weak, requiring a high level of skill from the person regulating her breathing.

Inside, everyone waited patiently for Master Xuyun to adjust Sangyu's breathing. They all wanted to know who Sangyu would ultimately choose.

As Master Xuyun regulated his breathing, Sang Yu's pale face gradually regained some color.

A thin layer of sweat beaded on her forehead, her red lips were slightly parted, and her brows were furrowed.

"Uncomfortable."

Sang Yu's unconscious murmur was alluring and charming, like a little kitten.

Her voice was tinged with sobs, and she was humming and moaning unconsciously.

The people around him blushed and their mouths went dry.

Even a young monk like him couldn't resist the sound; he felt a strong urge to join in.

Master Xuyun was clearly disturbed, and it was obvious that he was also affected by Sangyu's voice.

This time was different from before. He was extremely displeased and wanted to kick all the irrelevant people out of the room.

He didn't want others to hear Sang Yu's voice like that, or her acting coquettishly.

A strong possessiveness welled up from the bottom of my heart.

Master Xuyun suddenly opened his eyes, his deep black eyes heavy and profound.

He was so distressed that Sang Yu's voice was heard.

If Sangyu were treated by someone else, kissed someone else's lips, and became pregnant with someone else's child...

He couldn't even think about it.

Master Xuyun had a splitting headache, and the golden circles under his eyes were particularly noticeable, as if they were about to burst out.

Everyone inside noticed Master Xuyun's unusual behavior, and the little monk tried to slip away.

The gods are fighting, so as not to let them, the innocent bystanders, be caught in the crossfire.

"Miss Sang is awake!" Wu Shiyun exclaimed happily.

Sang Yu's awakening signifies the arrival of a chaotic battlefield.