Zhao Ruifeng was stunned for a moment, and he felt his body stiffen. He slowly raised his hand and patted Zhao Yingying, "Okay, okay, okay, I won't leave. I'm not going anywhere. Why are you here? Where's your sister-in-law? I'm just here for a trip to Xilan Nation, I'm not dead..." Zhao Ruifeng shook his head helplessly. When he heard the word 'die', Zhao Yingying suddenly shivered. "You're not allowed to die, and you're not allowed to say that word!"
Zhao Ruifeng was dumbfounded. "She gave birth? Who gave birth? No, who died? Why were there white lanterns hanging everywhere? That's so inauspicious. Oh right, who did you say gave birth? She's quite powerful, giving birth to three babies at once!" Zhao Ruifeng's face was full of envy.
The saintess looked at Zhao Ruifeng. 'You might not believe it, but your children are inside, and your funeral is outside.'
