The Blessed

"My silly sons, still remember what daddy ever said before? The temporary departure is for a long get-together. Don't you want your father to be a big hero sweeping the aggressors? Try to imagine it. How nice it will be to wait a few months for your father to come home triumphantly and everyone will know that you are the sons of a hero! You will also be able to see Uncle Chu and Brother Yan after this."

Seeing his sons finally shake, Ling Jingxuan picked Ling Wen up with a smile and placed him on the lap, but the little guy instantly slipped down, and said with frown, "Daddy, you are still pregnant with our little brother. I can't sit on your lap anymore, and you also shouldn'™t hold us up so often like just now.'

After the lecture, Ling Wen choked and turned to Yan Shengrui without waiting for his refutation, "Father, don't worry about us. We will take good care of daddy and our future little brother. But you must come back before our little brother is born. Don'™t eat your words again!'

In the end, his eyes reddened again. Anyway, he was only a child. He had already done good enough.

"Hmm, I promise you, I will definitely catch up before daddy gives birth. Wu, don'™t be mad at father anymore, OK?'

Yan Shengrui affectionately pinched his baby son's little face. Honestly, he was really afraid that they'™d keep crying. Fortunately, they were both sensible. After explaining everything clearly, they also accepted it, but just still a bit reluctant.

"But'¦I want to go to the battlefield to kill the enemies with you.'

"Huh?"

Ling Wu tilted his head to look at them while saying his true naïve thought in his heart. Yan Shengrui, Ling Jingxuan and Ling Wen all couldn'™t help laughing out. Come on! Finally they had raised him from a thin and dry little bun into a fat and delicate meat stuffed bun, if he really joined the army, when he came back, he would change into either a broken bun or a piece of black charcoal, right?

"No, that'™s a certain no."

The first response of Yan Shengrui who first reacted waved his hand to object. He was glad that his son had the heart. That'™s called inheritance! But he was really too little. He would he ever allow that?

"Why not? My martial arts are good. I have mastered all those martial arts father and daddy taught me. And I also learned half of the lightness skills Uncle Shan taught me. As long as I practice more, I can definitely fly over our walls. At the worst, you fight adults, while I fight kids. They will definitely not be my rival!'

Ling Wu retorted with a frown. His so-called mastered was copying what they taught him mechanically. As for the lightness skills, he only jumped a little higher than others. Ling Jingxuan on the side felt so amused. Him fighting other kids? Did he really think other kids also went to battlefields at the age of five?

"Wu, stop messing around. Father is going for wars. You know, a lot of people will die. You are still too little, you can'™t go. When Uncle Jingpeng left, didn'™t daddy already tell us that we can only go out for training after we grow up?'

Ambition was a good thing, but being too naive obviously wouldn'™t work. Ling Wen could not help acting like a little adult and persuaded him. Although he was little, he knew that wars were not for people of their age.

"But..."

"All right, Wu. What your father and elder brother said is right. It'™s still too early for you to go to wars. Besides, daddy is still pregnant with your little brother. Daddy is already sad enough that your father is leaving. Do you want daddy to be sadder?'

Seeing that he still tried to say more, Ling Jingxuan hurriedly cut in to stop him, or there'™d be no end of it.

Ling Wu looked back and forth at his daddy'™s stomach and then his father, and struggled in the heart for quite a while. Then he gritted his teeth and said to Yan Shengrui, 'œFine. Daddy is still pregnant, and I can'™t leave him. I will wait for the birth of my little brother for you. This time I will not go with you. But father, promise me that next time you have to take me no matter what. I also want to go to battlefield to kill the enemies and become a general like you."

His expression was like he had made great sacrifice. Ling Jingxuan and Ling Wen shook their heads helplessly with an amused smile, but Yan Shengrui solemnly stretched out a hand and did high five with him, "OK, I promise you."

This time he was holding the thought of giving a fatal blow to the invaders to go, at least let them dare not to offend the boarders in three or five years. By then, he'™d grow up a lot, and it was nothing to take him to play on the boarders. That was Yan Shengrui'™s thought. But what he never expected was, when he set foot in the boarders again, his small bun didn'™t just go there for '˜playing'™.

"OK. Your father is leaving early tomorrow, how about you sleep with us tonight?'

Ling Jingxuan helplessly shook his head, finally they had nailed the two little buns, though they'™d still be sad for some time.

"What? Leaving tomorrow morning? Then why do you tell us till now?"

Hearing that, Ling Wen popped out his eyes, and asked with a nearly yelling tone. Ling Jingxuan looked at his precious son timidly like he said something wrong.

"Haha..."

Seeing that, Yan Shengrui and the small bun laughed out. Ling Jingxuan threw them a hard stare. They even dare to laugh at him. If it hadn'™t been them, how would have been yelled at by his big son? For heaven'™s sake, he'™d never speak for them again!