star lord returns

"I'm relieved." Nan Jing heaved a long sigh of relief.

Landis's hand reached under the pajamas, caressing Nan Jing's swollen abdomen without hindrance.

He couldn't put it down because of his soft and smooth skin, but he also knew how much Nan Jing suffered from it.

"Little brat is making trouble with you again?"

Landis felt his stomach move around, as if something was kicking inside.

Nan Jing couldn't hold back his breath, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead instantly.

"Hey...it hurts."

Landis's face turned dark, and he said distressedly and unhappily: "Little bastard, see if I can't beat him to death after he comes out."

Nan Jing had heard Landis scolding his son a lot these days, and suddenly became unhappy.

"Are you scolding him or scolding me? He's a little bastard, what are you? Jinghua said that our son is definitely a once-in-a-millennium little genius. As a father, can you get closer to the baby?"

After getting along, Nan Jing still couldn't help complaining: "Who do you want to beat to death? My son? Did he provoke you?"

Since six months later, the baby in Nan Jing's womb began to actively toss Nan Jing, and Landis, who used to always talk to the baby on Nan Jing's stomach, began to ignore the baby slowly.

Nan Jing felt wronged for the child.

Landis had a terrible toothache: "He dares to torment my wife and I can't beat him anymore?"

Suddenly, I hoped that the little boy would come out sooner.

Nan Jing's sullen face let go of a smile, hooked Landis's head and pulled him in front of him, and kissed him on the lips.

"I know you love me, but you can't help loving him, you know?"

"Look at his performance in the future." Landis said jokingly and half-seriously.

Nan Jing couldn't laugh or cry, he had never noticed that Landis was so narrow-minded before.

"By the way, wouldn't it be better if the child was delivered at full term?" Nan Jing asked.

Landis said lightly: "There is indeed such a saying. The previous management of the royal family would rather disregard the safety of the mother's body and let the child be born on the baby's own strength at forty weeks."

"Myself?" Nan Jing blinked, "Is no one delivering the baby?"

Landis: "Just like birds and animals coming out of their shells, children can only rely on themselves when they are born if they want their children to be stronger and more adaptable to nature."

Nan Jing felt the chrysanthemum tighten, and said in disbelief, "But human beings are different from birds, don't babies come out with their heads first?"

You can't push them out one by one, can you?

Thinking about it makes me feel cold all over.

Landis looked at Nan Jing's pale face with fright, couldn't help laughing, and gently stroked his abdomen.

"There are two bloodlines of the children of the Keldenton family that come from the most primitive bloodlines of nature—the unicorn and the mermaid."

Landis explained: "The blood of the unicorn is manifested in strength, while the blood of the mermaid is manifested in the form of the child after birth. The little guy will come out in the form of a mermaid baby, and rely on the power of the mermaid's tail to separate from the mother's body."

Damn, it's so brutal!

Nan Jing was dumbfounded. "Yes, will it hurt to death?"

"meeting."

Landis gave an affirmative answer.

"The birth rate of children in the Keldenton family is quite low. One reason is that no one wants to have a second child. In order not to affect the child during childbirth, anesthesia cannot be administered. This is tantamount to torture."

Landis said, kissed Nan Jing's forehead again, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't let you suffer this kind of pain. After waiting for a month, I can cut open the stomach in advance and get the baby out. The operation does not require the baby to move around by itself, and anesthesia can be administered."

Nan Jing's fingers involuntarily grabbed the bed sheet under him.

It was hard for him to imagine the natural birth that Landis talked about, even if he imagined it, he felt terrible.

but……

"Mengmeng was born prematurely, and was delivered by Han Yu when he was born. I think he is healthy and healthy now."

Nan Jing still has a glimmer of hope, he can't help but look forward to making the baby look like a normal child even if he doesn't suffer.

Landis sighed lightly and fell silent.

Nan Jing grabbed Landis suddenly, his eyes were wide open, he hasn't been with Feng Mengmeng these days, is there something wrong with this child's body?

"What happened to Mengmeng?" Nan Jing was worried.

"Mengmeng is fine."

Landis knew that Nan Jing was wrong, so he said helplessly, "I just remembered his genetic level test."

Nan Jing said, "Isn't the result out yet?"

Landis rubbed his nose: "Well, it came out this morning, I haven't had time to tell you yet."

Seeing Landis's reaction, Nan Jing felt confident.

"Is it bad?"

Landis said: "An S."

Nan Jing froze for a moment.

The genetic level determines the level of the three basic source powers.

Roughly speaking, ancient martial power, mental power, and source of consciousness are divided into Putong level and S level, and S level is further divided into S, SS, SSS, and the more powerful non-attribute gene X.

Both Nanjing and Landis are X, and their children's genetic grades should be SSS according to common sense.

Nan Jing felt a little sad, he didn't care whether his child was a genius or not, but because of his five animals and incompetence, the baby who had suffered so much suffered an indiscriminate disaster, and he was still too regretful.

Landis held Nan Jing in his arms, knowing that he was sad.

Although Landis already knew the result, but when he actually saw the report, he felt very distressed.

"It's not your fault, honey, it's that I didn't protect you well."

Landis stroked Nan Jing's head, as if to appease a small animal.

"S is nothing in the royal family, but looking at the entire empire, there are only a handful of people with the S gene. And Mengmeng has our care and the protection of so many uncles, no one will dare to bully him." Seeing that Nan Jing hadn't regained his composure, Landis comforted him: "Innate genes are not immutable, and children of the family also have acquired gene upgrades. Mengmeng is a blessed child, and perhaps good luck lies behind."

Nan Jing nodded hesitantly, thought for a while, and then asked worriedly: "Then what about this child?"

"he?"

Landis laughed lightly, flicked Nan Jing's belly, and said, "Don't worry about this kid, he has taken so many tonics, and he hasn't suffered any hidden injuries. After tossing his mother all day, at least he has SS-level genes. "

Nan Jing pouted: "But I want the baby to be like us."

Landis said: "X can be met but not sought. Even if it is a natural birth, it depends on luck. We are not guilty of this."

"No, I'm going to try."

Nan Jing stuck out his tongue at Landis.

Landis: "Don't make trouble, we have agreed."

Nan Jing cheated: "Who told you that it's okay, I gave birth to a son and you didn't give birth to a son, do you care? Go away! Don't disturb me and the baby's emotional exchange."

Landis was brutally pushed away, dumbfounded.

Although Landis gave Nanjing science countless examples of giving birth to a son and dying, although Nanjing was very tempted to give birth without pain, he still refused in the end.

Landis felt that Nan Jing's heart was harder than alloy, so he had to temporarily put aside the operation that had been arranged in advance.

Wait until Nan Jing can't take it anymore, then just try to persuade him.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Mengmeng was almost four and a half years old.

Since returning to the Galactic Empire, Feng Mengmeng has started the little prince course that Landis arranged for him. He has to study Brother Liu for an hour every day. There are four courses in total—basic etiquette, introduction to mechs, ancient martial arts, and basic elemental power. train.

Every court teacher is a prestigious master-level task in the entire empire. They are meticulous in teaching, and they do not relax in the slightest because the students are noble princes. On the contrary, they are stricter.

Feng Mengmeng studies very seriously, and he is especially talented in ancient martial arts, which is already far ahead of his peers.

But this kid is used to being wild, and what he hates the most is etiquette.

He finds etiquette boring, and always finds ways to skip class——

"Teacher, Mengmeng's stomach hurts!"

"Teacher, Mengmeng wants to go to the bathroom."

"Teacher, Mengmeng..."

After the etiquette teacher couldn't bear it and finally sued Nan Jing, Nan Jing sat on the high chair with one hand on his stomach and looked at Feng Mengmeng nervously for a while, Feng Mengmeng went back obediently to confess to the teacher while crying Wrong.

The queen mother is so scary, if the queen mother sullens her face, it means that she is going to beat someone up!

However, Nan Jing was also complaining about the useless etiquette in his heart, and felt even more guilty towards Feng Mengmeng.

Nan Jing once complained to Landis that Feng Mengmeng's study time was too long, and the children were just at the age of running around.

But Landis’s words made Nan Jing wilt——

"The normal prince's study time starts at the age of three, eight hours a day, and increases by one hour every year, with a limit of fourteen hours."

Nan Jing: "..."

As a former commoner, Nan Jing jokingly complained: "Obviously you can compete with your father, why do you have to compete for IQ and strength?"

Landis first euphemistically expressed that spelling IQ is not very scientific, and then turned a corner to mention Nan Jing: "Do you know how many assassinations I have experienced since I was a child?"