Chapter 1822

This cry over the mountains, across the ocean, across the river.

Countless people raised their heads, raised their ears, and listened to the cry as they watched the ladder and palace above the nine days.

The cry came from the heavenly palace.

Countless people found out and their looks became complicated.

Although I don't know what happened, I vaguely guessed that a baby had been born in the temple of heaven.

Tiangong is a miracle. It's really unheard of. It shocks everyone's mind.

Whose child is this?

Whose children can enjoy this honor, whose children can be so magical.

The colorful auspicious clouds above the nine days have explained everything. The sky has changed. This child is definitely not human, or human.

Tang Zheng!

A name came out of everyone's mind. These people had hardly seen Tang Zheng, but his figure came to mind.

Only Tang Zheng can build Tiangong, and only his children can do this.

Tang Zheng is the Savior of the world.

There were people who were jealous of the child, but at the moment, there was only sincere blessing left. Many people raised their hands and prayed silently.

On the ladder, everyone heard the cry, and the people who had been talking about their worries immediately fell into a dead silence.

All the people stared, their faces changed gradually, and then they were filled with joy.

"Born, poetry born." Ye Dingdang jumped three feet high and almost fell off the ladder, cheering all the time.

Others cheered: "it's great, it's finally born."

Wu Junshan and blue language look at each other, showing a happy expression, murmuring: "after our son, we will be grandparents."

They hold each other's hands and are filled with emotion.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" Ye Dingdang tilted his head and speculated anxiously.

"I hope it's a girl, so I can play with her." Said the daughter with a tearful voice.

"In case it's a boy." Ye Dingdang sings the opposite.

The girl's mouth is flat and unhappy.

Muhongyan touched her daughter's hair and said: "Nannan, a boy can play with you. When you grow up, you can protect yourself."

Nan Nan groaned and waved her pink fist, saying, "I'm so powerful that I don't need his protection. Besides, he's smaller than me. I can protect him almost."

"When she grows up and knows how to protect others, she will protect her mother later." Bathe the red face to smile a way.

"Of course." Nannan nods her head.

All the people were laughing, but their eyes could not help looking at the heavenly palace.

Emperor Tian stood in front of the temple of heaven and wanted to go in to have a look, but he couldn't stop. He shouted, "Tang Zheng, is there anything I can do for you?"

"No." Tang Zheng's voice came out with joy.

The voices of the two men came into the ears of all the people, and they all breathed a sigh of relief. They could only look forward to the heavenly palace.

In the heavenly palace, Tang Zheng holds a baby in his hand, which is surprisingly lovely.

Tang Zheng glanced up and recalled the scene of the birth of the baby. Not only did the colorful auspicious clouds fall over the nine days, but also the power of belief hovering in the heavenly palace poured down into the baby's body like the tide.

It has to be said that Tang Zheng was also shocked by this scene.

Just after the baby was born, he knew what it meant.

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.