"Hey, there seems to be something wrong with my stomach...!" A saint's voice came down from high in the sky.
The sudden sound made almost everyone below raise their eyebrows and look to the sky in confusion.
"Something's wrong with their stomachs? Do they have stomachs?" an angel asked blankly.
Taichu shook his head. Obviously, this was the first time Taichu had encountered him.
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"Young Master, it seems like this didn't happen at the last Halloween convention?" a Supreme Taoist cultivator frowned.
The Supreme Master frowned slightly, but he became more and more attractive.
"Future Buddha, has there ever been one before?" A group of Bodhisattvas looked at the future Buddha.
Future Buddha clasped his hands and shook his head, obviously he had not done anything. However, at this moment, Future Buddha and Bodhisattva could not see him at all, so it was hard to say anything.
"I knew it!" Master Liunian suddenly covered his face with a hint of bitterness.
"It's over, it's over, what are you afraid of?" Mu Chenfeng stared in horror.
Bing Ji and Mo Yike also slowly turned their heads, somewhat unbearable to look at them.
"It's begun, that's it, all the saints will have stomachaches soon!" Qisha opened his mouth and said in astonishment, obviously still fresh in his memory.
Qingdi glanced at Guhai, and there was a trace of cold sweat on his forehead. Obviously Qingdi also knew what was going on. Is Guhai seeking death?
Emperor Kong, Xuan En and Jehovah didn't know what was going on, but they just looked at Gu Hai in confusion.
"Master, something is wrong!" Gou Chen said with a stiff expression.
"It's over, Changsheng, you did a good job!" Zi Wei said bitterly.
Gu Hai's face twitched slightly: "I, I look up to these saints!"
Sure enough, as the first saint stood up holding his stomach, the second and third saints gradually also held their stomachs.
"Ouch, my stomach hurts too!"
"What's going on? My stomach, my stomach hurts!"
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Hundreds of saints clutched their stomachs one after another and began to feel pain. This scene almost dumbfounded everyone below.
All the hundreds of thousands of literary cultivators participating in the competition stared with wide eyes: "What are they doing?"
"Is the saint hungry?"
"Why are they holding their stomachs?"
"No more majesty?"
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Majesty? Where is the dignity at this moment? Soon, the saint who had scolded Changsheng the most fiercely suddenly collapsed and sat on the vast sea of righteousness.
Gongyang Sheng, Ninth Young Master, and Ding Ding all widened their eyes. What are these situations?
"Master Fleeting Time, you know, right? What's going on? What happened to the saints?" Gongyang Saint asked anxiously.
"They, they might...!" Master Liunian seemed to be unable to say anything.
"Say it!" Dingding frowned.
"Maybe we are happy!" Master Liunian whispered.
"Uh!" The three hosts were slightly startled, as if they didn't react for a moment, and it took them a while to understand.
"Absurd, how is this possible!" Sheng Sheng suddenly glared.
"Master Liunian, don't believe the nonsense!" Ding Ding frowned.
Master Liunian smiled bitterly and did not explain. Instead, he sighed slightly and looked at the sky.
But I saw that the pain of the hundreds of saints was getting worse and worse, each one holding his stomach and screaming in pain.
Other saints around were also alarmed.
"What's going on? Daozi Painting Sage, what's wrong with you?"
"Chen Huasheng, are you okay?"
"Huyan Painting Saint, what's going on with you?"
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The saints gathered around, and the majestic All Saints Judgment suddenly turned into chaos.
"Ah, it hurts so much. Why has my belly gotten bigger?"
"God has given us a fixed shape for our bodies. It is impossible for them to change. How could they change?"
"Our bodies are governed by God's laws. How could this happen? Ah, it hurts so much. There seems to be something in my stomach!"
"mine too!"
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Hundreds of saints screamed in agony.
Below, 500 million people suddenly became noisy.
"You're not looking at Gu Hai's paintings, are you?"
"There are only these one hundred saints. Of those hundred saints, were they the ones who satirized Chang Sheng just now?"
"Is it a problem with the painting?"
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Many people showed curiosity.
Sky, Baisheng suffered for a while.
"Let me check, don't move!" a saint shouted.
The other saints stepped aside one after another, but they saw that saint putting his hand on the belly of a saint.
"Buzz!"
The 100,000 contestants, 500 million people, people from the three holy places, and the three celestial dynasties below all fell silent and stared at the inspecting saint.
"Sage Yiqin, what happened to them?" Another saint asked doubtfully.
The medical harp saint was silent for a while, and said to himself: "How is it possible? How is it possible?"
"What happened?" All the saints were anxious.
The Medical Qin Saint checked the fallen saints one after another. After a while, he seemed to be stupid.
"Sage Yi Qin, what happened to them?" the saints asked in a deep voice.
"Yeah, what's wrong with us? Oops, it hurts, tell me quickly!"
"I haven't felt such pain in eight thousand years. What's wrong? Tell me?"
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Everyone's eyes were fixed on the Qin Medical Saint.
"You, you...!" The Qin doctor saint was a little stupid.
"Tell me, what's wrong?"
The saints were amidst the anxious noise.
"You are pregnant!" Qin Medical Saint said in a low voice.
But just this low voice, like thunder from the sky, caused all the saints to become silent instantly, and at the same time, each of them felt that their world view was completely shattered.
What? Pregnant?
A large number of saints quickly checked them. Soon, the results were the same.
"No, no, I have never had any children in my life. Are you telling me that you are pregnant now?"
"How can I be pregnant? Holy Master Medical Qin, you are talking nonsense, ah, it kicked me in the stomach!"
"How can we be pregnant now that we have rules?"
"I'll tear your mouth off!"
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Hundreds of saints immediately roared angrily and stood up.
In addition, there are more than 9,000 saints who feel a pain in their balls.
I am a saint in the world, how could something like this happen?
The saints were shouting and scolding, showing no sign of literary dignity. At this moment, all the saints were discussing the matter of pregnancy.
Seeing this scene, all the people and literary cultivators below swallowed their saliva.
"The saint is pregnant?"
"The man calls himself me. He must be an old man, right? Can an old man get pregnant?"
"Is this the saint?"
"A saint is also a human being, why can't he get pregnant?"
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boom!
Tianyin City below instantly exploded.
The faces of hundreds of thousands of contestants turned dark. Is this a scandal for the saint?
Taichu: “………………!”
Taishang: “………………!”
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The people in the three holy places didn't know what to say at this moment.
Emperor Qing, Emperor Kong's face twitched and he looked at Gu Hai. What a good thing you did.
"Your Majesty?" Sima Zongheng, who was next to His Majesty the Great Qian, asked with an ugly expression.
"Father, what should we do now?" Long Shenwu also looked confused.
The Halloween Convention is once in a thousand years. It is such a sacred and solemn event. Why has it become so weird this time? Since then, Gu Hai has made the saints pregnant? Are you too fierce?
That's the judge, that's the saint in the world. Who in the past was alive and didn't have a myth that was famous all over the world. It's better for you, Guhai, you were asked to paint for them to appreciate, not to get them pregnant.
The official Daqian looked at Gu Hai in a strange way.
Only Da Qian Sheng himself remained unmoved, looking at the scene in front of him as if he didn't care. However, no one noticed that on the armrest of Da Qian Sheng's dragon chair, a fingerprint had been made by Da Qian Sheng.
"How could they be pregnant?" the saint in heaven asked anxiously.
"They saw that painting, ah, don't look at it, don't look at it!" the sage of the medical instrument exclaimed.
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All the saints were suddenly shocked. They no longer dared to look at the evil paintings, but looked at Guhai and Changsheng with murderous eyes.
"It's him!" The Medical Qin Saint pointed at Gu Hai.
"Boom!"
In an instant, countless eyes looked at Gu Hai and Chang Sheng, and the two instantly became the focus.
Gu Hai smiled bitterly, unexpectedly, could it be that Changsheng's paintings only have the attribute of "whoever sees who gets pregnant" and have no achievements in painting?
"Ouch, Holy Medical Qin, what should I do? What should I do with my stomach? It hurts so much!"
"Kick me again, hurry up, the Saint of Medical Qin!"
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Hundreds of pregnant saints asked the doctor Qin Saint for help in pain.
"Our bodies are no longer alive, and I don't know what to do. Just ask him!" The Medical Qin Saint shook his head and said.
The saints looked at Guhai and Changsheng together.
Gu Hai had a strange look on his face. Could it be that he was teaching them to have a caesarean section in front of the three holy places and the three celestial dynasties? This, this style of painting is wrong. Besides, their bodies are different.
"You are plotting against Hua Dao Saint, don't you want to enter the Wen Dao Temple? Tell me quickly, how to make them recover!" Medical Qin Saint shouted.
The saint shouted, and the entire Tianyin City fell silent. A great majesty radiated down, and countless people and cultivators looked at Gu Hai worriedly.
"Recovery? What do you want to recover for? Isn't this good?" Changsheng glared.
"What did you say?" The Medical Qin Saint glared.
Immortality still wanted to argue, but Gu Hai pulled him back. Looking at the sky, the saint in pain also felt guilty and said: "My Tianji paintbrush has caused inconvenience to all saints, please forgive me. He only knows how to paint, not how to collect it. There's nothing we can do, sorry!"
Do you care about killing or burying?
There was nothing you could do? There was nothing you could do, so you got us pregnant?
"No, no, I don't want to get pregnant!"
"I hate you! Ouch!"
"I would never recommend you, ouch!"
"It hurts, it hurts, I hate you very much. If you want to enter the Wen Dao Temple, don't even think about it for the rest of your life. Oh, it hurts!"
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