More than a dozen babyish cries rang out at once, freezing Lin Heng on the Immortal Platform.
The feeling of being bound by blood truly was subtle!
But with so many little radishes suddenly appearing, why did it also feel a little terrifying?
As the old saying went, if you wanted to curse someone, wish for him to have ten sons!
Fortunately, this was the All Heavens; it had not yet come to the point where he could not afford to raise children.
The bamboo baskets hanging at Xiao Lan's side opened one after another, and a group of little radishes scrambled to jump down.
Some landed steadily, while others lost their balance with only half a leg out and plopped onto the ground on their bottoms.
Two younger ones saw their older brothers and sisters running off and grew so anxious that they fidgeted wildly inside the baskets, looking rather comical.
"Wait, slow down!"
Just as Duan Shuyun was about to act, Lin Heng had already arrived at Xiao Lan's side ahead of her.
The power of space caught the children about to hit the ground and set them down one by one.
Lin Nianqing, at the very front, ran wildly on her short little legs, the two tiny buns atop her head bobbing every which way.
"Daddy, hug!"
That soft, sweet voice melted Lin Heng's heart. So this was what having a eldest daughter felt like?
She looked so much prettier than when she was little—what an exquisitely adorable little darling!
Lin Heng crouched down and opened his arms.
The little girl plunged headfirst into his embrace, pressing her plump little face to his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck, unwilling to let go.
The group of children behind her also rushed over.
"Daddy, I want