The Blessed

"Little master, Wind Chasing can run a thousand li a day, but his temper is a little wild, hope you don'™t mind."

Ignoring Ling Jingxuan'™s obvious complaining face, Yan Shan swiftly flew off. Yeah, that was really flying! The two little buns instantly forgot about the former complaining, and undisguised admiration instantly spread on their faces again. Although their father and others were also capable, this uncle looked a bit tougher! He could even fly like a bird!

"Uncle, can you fly?"

"You flew off the horse, didn't you? We saw it."

The two little buns came forward to look up at him with admiration. Yan Shan subconsciously nodded, 'œHmm, that was lightness skills. If you want to learn, I can teach you.'

Originally one of his tasks was teaching them, as long as they didn'™t detest him like Yan Yi. Until now he still remembered Yan Yi'™s face like having suffered a huge blow. He never wanted to be like that.

"OK, great, but uncle, I want to fly now, can you fly me to town?"

Ling Wu was so excited that he clapped his hands. Ling Wen also nodded with glitter in his eyes. They had tried everything, but only never tried to fly in the sky.

"Huh?"

Yan Shan got dumbfounded. Flying them to town? Are you kidding me?

'œCan't you?'

The two little buns already knew how to read people'™s face. Seeing that, they both pressed their lips into a line, eyes wetted, like they were about to cry, while Yan Shengrui on one side nearly laughed his tears out, and the hand holding Ling Jingxuan tightened. Even if his lightness skills could top the whole martial arts world, carrying two kids to fly to town? He would exhaust himself, wouldn'™t he?

"No, urgh, no problem."

Unable to bear their identical faces with Yan Shengrui that were nearly crying, Yan Shan could not help waving his hand repeatedly and had to grit his teeth to agree.

"Yay! Daddy, did you hear that? Uncle is flying us to town. I can fly now'¦"

"Daddy, we can fly in the sky, too."

On hearing that, the two little buns instantly turned cloudy into sunny, and jumped high, making circles around Yan Shengrui and Ling Jingxuan. Finally Yan Shengrui who realized he got '˜set up'™ couldn'™t help twitching his mouth. Besides that face, they also inherited the personality from the master! How would they survive in the future? He already felt hopeless now.

'œHehe, sorry to trouble you then.'

Seeing here, Ling Jingxuan gave Yan Shan a good face for the first time. But, why does his smile look so creepy? At least Yan Shan thought so.

Then, on the official road to the town, everyone saw an unbelievable scene, a man who looked charming with a child in each hand flying in the air, and below, a strong horse was burly chasing, and behind that horse, a very splendid carriage was following. And people in the carriage made pleasant laughing sound now and then, which echoed the silvery laughters in the sky, which made a symphony enough to drive someone crazy.

After arriving at the Xinyuan restaurant, Yan Shan thought he was finally liberated, but never expected that the little buns were addicted to it, and kept asking him to continue flying over the town. Yan Shan nearly spat out blood on spot, but didn'™t have the heart to refuse them, so he could only take them to fly over and over'¦

"Where are they?"

The carriage stopped steadily at the gate of Xinyuan, Ling Jingxuan hopped off and looked at the big bun who was holding one hand behind the back. Why was he here alone?

"Ling Wu still wants to fly. So Uncle Shan took him to the market."

"Haha..."

As his words fell, Ling Jingxuan could no longer hold it and laugh out loud, so hard that he even fell on Yan Shengrui'™s body, giving his thumbs-up to the small bun in the heart. That was his son! Good job! That was the highest realm of maltreating people, wasn'™t it?

"Jingxuan, you are all here. Why not go in?"

Shopkeeper Zhang who was busy with something outside saw them as he came back. He hurriedly ditched others and moved forward to welcome them. Ling Jingxuan who was laughing hard could only withdraw his laughing and turned to him, 'œWe are just arrived. What did you go out so early for?'

It was cold now, and the morning was also late. Even though it was already eight in the morning and the streets were full of people already, to those who were used to waking up late, it was still too early.

"Last time, you asked someone to send a drawing, asking me to find an ironsmith and a wood carpenter to make corresponding pot and table according to it. Yesterday, they sent the table. I knew you'™d come fetch it, so I went to get it for you early this morning. Oh, Jingxuan, what did you ask us to make those strange-looking things for?'

Shopkeeper Zhang took the specially-made pot from the hands of the worker and handed it to him. This was just a sample. The rest were carried in through the back door.

"Well, not bad. It would be perfect if it matches the table."

Taking the nine-grid pot and checking it, Ling Jingxuan nodded with satisfaction, winter was coming, and what could be better than eating hot pot? He specifically asked them to make the pots and tables in order to launch his hot pot.

"Only this kind? I remember I also drew a two-flavor pot, right?"

A two-flavor pot couldn'™t use nine-grid. In order to meet all people'™s flavor, he specially asked them to make those two kinds.

"It'™s inside, according to what you said, we have made 30 sets of this kind of pots and tables, and only 15 sets of the two-flavor pots. Just now I brought them back together, and the tables arrived yesterday. Let's go in and have a look."

Shopkeeper Zhang made a please gesture, a line of people turned to enter the restaurant, before going in, Ling Wu looked back at Ling Wu who was still flying out there, worried.