Chapter 1822 (2/2)
Before the baby is still in the belly of Fang's poetry, it has resisted the pressure on the ladder, which is enough to show that the baby is extraordinary.
Now seeing this scene, Tang Zhengcai deeply realized that the magic of the baby might exceed his expectation.
The baby slowly opened his eyes, a pair of clear eyes in a flash of light, even to Tang Zheng showed a bright smile.
Looking at the baby's smile, Tang Zheng's heart seemed to melt.
”Poetry, you see our children laughing.” Tang Zheng holds the baby in front of Fang's poetry. Although Fang's poetry is very tired, her face is full of maternal brilliance.
”A boy or a girl?” Fang Shishi reached out to hold the baby in her arms and asked.
”Boy.” Tang Zheng replied.
Fang Shishi looked down at the baby in the swaddling clothes and said softly, ”our son.”
Tang Zheng holds Fang Shishi's shoulder, kisses her forehead, and says, ”Shishi, it's hard for you.”
Fang Shishi leaned in his arms and said, ”it's worth all the hard work to see his son.”
”Who do you think the son looks like?” Tang Zheng asked.
Fang Shishi looked carefully for a while and said, ”your mouth and nose are like you.”
Tang Zheng smiled and said, ”your eyes are like you, big and beautiful, or double eyelids, ha ha.”
A tiny meal, Tang Zheng said: ”this boy combines the advantages of both of us, and is more handsome than his father.””Isn't that right?” Fang poetry is coquettish and hateful.
Tang Zheng said with a smile, ”it should be that blue is better than blue, at least from the vision of his birth that he is better than his Laozi.”
Fang Shishi's smile rose from the corner of her mouth, and she was also frightened by the vision of Fang Cai. She asked anxiously, ”does that son have any questions?”
”No problem, my son is fine.”
Fang's poems and poems are relieved. Looking at the thinnest power of belief in the heavenly palace, he asks, ”is it true that my son has attracted so much power of belief, but he is so small?”
Tang Zheng shook his head firmly, and said, ”my son has fully integrated the power of those beliefs. He is my son, the son of God. He really lives up to the name of the son of God. He was born with nine accomplishments.”
”What?”
Fang Shishi herself did not achieve the cultivation of the nine grades of Mahayana, which her son had just been born with, surpassing countless people's cultivation for a lifetime.
Fang Shishi looked at his son with a blank stare, doubting, but she could not believe Tang Zheng's words.
She muttered to herself, ”son It's awesome. ”
”Hahaha, no matter how powerful, it's our son.” Tang Zheng laughed and held out his finger to tease his son's little hand.
The son giggled.
However, the next second, his son's mouth was flat and he began to cry. His little hand pointed to Tang Zheng's hand and pushed it away as if he wanted to push him away.
Bang!
Tang Zheng's figure shook a few times, his face suddenly changed, and he exclaimed, ”it's really my son.”
”What's the matter?” Asked Fang.
”Poetry, you can see him later. His starting point is too high, his accomplishments are too strong, his actions seem to be instinctive, but they have great power. If you don't pay attention to them, you will hurt others.” Tang Zheng said with great emphasis.
Fang's poetry is penetrating at one point. He looks at his son with tears and smiles and says, ”what can I do?”
”I will find a way to seal his skill temporarily, otherwise, the people around me will be in danger.” Tang Zheng said with a smile.
”That's good.” Fang Shishi breathed a sigh of relief.
”Let's go out. The others have been waiting for a long time. They must be worried about your mother and son.” Tang Zheng supports Fang Shishi, holding her son, and walks out.
With a roar, the gate of Tiangong slowly opened.