Chapter 1549: Do You... Want to Touch It?

Bai Zhi’er parted her lips, "It was that day..."

Before she could fully speak, Feng Fuce had already swept her up horizontally.

He quickly exited the cave, moving rapidly through the clouds, racing back towards the Demon Palace.

Bai Zhi’er held onto his collar, looking down at their surroundings.

The dark water surface churned unpredictably.

Earlier, he had said he had no mana and couldn’t make it.

Upon returning to the Demon Palace, Feng Fuce kicked open the door, rushed to the bedside, and carefully placed Bai Zhi’er down.

"Lord Demon?!" The grass spirit rushed over upon hearing the commotion, assuming that someone was attacking the Demon Palace.

To her surprise, it was the long-absent Lord Demon and Heavenly Dao Emperor.

Feng Fuce glanced back and instructed them, "Go and invite the two elders, and hurry."

The grass spirit quickly went to comply.

Feng Fuce, seemingly due to intense emotions, was breathing heavily, the sound sinking into Bai Zhi’er’s ears.

He lowered his gaze at her again, and Bai Zhi’er quickly clutched her Qiankun Bag.

She carefully sniffed, with eyes full of helplessness and confusion.

Afraid that Feng Fuce would threaten to burn the Mutual Grass again.

Only at this moment did Feng Fuce realize the origin of her strange actions.

She had risked entering the Demon World for the Mutual Grass, determined to come personally.

She was gradually growing thinner and often felt fatigued.

The smell of grease made her retch.

She started taking care of herself; even if she could live without eating, she would still try to consume some food.

She valued the Qiankun Bag like her own life.

All of this was because she knew that she was going to be a mother.

She was protecting the child.

Their... child.

Feng Fuce looked at Bai Zhi’er for a long time and then said hoarsely, "I am truly foolish."

Why didn’t he realize sooner?

Why did he push her away?

Why did he say so many hurtful things?

Bai Zhi’er was stunned by his words, her long lashes fluttering.

"It’s not your fault; I hid it from you intentionally."

"Then why didn’t you tell me?" Feng Fuce kneeled down in front of her, his gaze fervent and profound, "This child isn’t just yours; it’s our flesh and blood. I have the right to know of its existence. Why didn’t you say anything?"

Bai Zhi’er bit her lip, pondering how to explain to him.

At that moment, the two elders of the Demon World had been summoned by the grass spirit.

Feng Fuce immediately made way: "Come and check her pulse to see how the pregnancy looks."

These two elders were highly respected figures in the Demon World, and their healing power and perception were among the strongest, second only to Feng Fuce himself.

They each placed a hand on Bai Zhi’er’s wrists.

After a moment of silence.

The two elders exchanged a glance.

"How is it?" Feng Fuce impatiently asked.

The elders rose, cupped their hands, and said, "Congratulations, Lord Demon, the little one has passed the month’s term, and the fetal breath is strong."

Feng Fuce’s first reaction was to laugh.

Even Bai Zhi’er felt much relieved and sighed.

This was her first time carrying a Demon Fetus, and she could only rely on ancient texts to nurture the child.

She feared she wasn’t doing it right.

It seemed that consuming the Mutual Grass was correct.

She placed a hand on her abdomen, the panicked look in her eyes changing to a gentle maternal softness.

The two elders were hurriedly dismissed by Feng Fuce.

He walked towards Bai Zhi’er, standing by the bedside for a while, seemingly at a loss for words.

Bai Zhi’er raised her watery eyes: "Do you... want to feel it?"