C772 From rong's disaster

Cong Rong held her stomach and started to roll, "Ah, it's so painful, am I about to give birth?"

"Impossible, unless the hair is male." I picked up a strand of hair that had been cut off from the ground and found that it had wrapped itself around my hand. Instantly, I smelt a burst of resentment. This resentment was even heavier than the spirit energy