Chapter 115: The Three Little Ones

After the wedding of Qin Shuang and Nie Feng, everyone was full of anticipation for the birth of the babies in the bellies of Youruo and Chuchu.

Bu Jingyun was fine; he spent every day accompanying Chuchu on walks and chatting to ease her anxiety.

Duan Fengyun's situation was actually much the same as Bu Jingyun's, but he could not withstand the anxious heart of his grandfather, Duan Shuai.

Duan Shuai would get up before dawn every day to stew chicken soup, and once the soup was ready, he would knock on the door to remind Youruo to get up and drink it.

In the evening, late at night, he would stew crucian carp soup for Youruo again, reminding her that she must finish it.

Of course, Duan Shuai was not a petty person; every time he cooked, he would make an extra portion for Chuchu, reminding her to drink it while it was hot.

As the bellies of Youruo and Chuchu grew larger and larger, the two mothers-to-be were not yet anxious, but it had worried the two fathers, Duan Fengyun and Bu Jingyun, to death.

The two of them muttered every day:

"Will the child be a boy or a girl when born?

Will they resemble their mother or their father?"

As for Qin Shuang, who was an uncle, and Nie Feng, who was an uncle, they had been making gifts for the babies about to be born.

Qin Shuang and Ding Ning wove a bamboo stroller for the two little babies, while Nie Feng and Di Er Meng made a lifelike wooden weapon for each of them, modeled after the weapons of the two babies' fathers.

After Duan Shuai finished boiling the soup in the morning, he would take Nie Renwang everywhere to hunt for hens, as he knew well that those in postpartum recovery needed nutrition.

In the afternoon, he would take Nie Renwang to catch crucian carp, and everyone had their schedules arranged perfectly every day.

As the due date drew closer, for the sake of absolute safety, Duan Fengyun specifically found two midwives to come and take care of Youruo and Chuchu.

In the golden autumn of October, the season of harvest finally arrived.

On this day, Youruo and Chuchu both reached their due dates; the midwives had already prepared everything and were attending to the two pregnant women in their rooms in an orderly manner.

Di Er Meng and Ding Ning also each entered a room to assist the midwives.

Bu Jingyun and Duan Fengyun paced back and forth outside, and hearing the shrill cries from the rooms, the two of them wished they could rush inside.

Fortunately, Qin Shuang and Nie Feng steadied the two restless men; otherwise, it is estimated that the Qilin Blood within their bodies would have been triggered to boil.

"Waa, waa, waa!"

The sound of an infant crying came from Chuchu's room, and Bu Jingyun outside the door finally let out a sigh of relief.

Ding Ning held the wrapped infant and opened the door, saying to Bu Jingyun with a smile on her face:

"Junior Brother Yun, congratulations, congratulations.

Both mother and child are safe; it is a handsome little gentleman."

Bu Jingyun carefully took the infant from Ding Ning's arms, looking at this little treasure connected to him by Bloodline.

Bu Jingyun was deeply moved; he carried the infant into the room, as he wanted to check on Chuchu's condition.

Seeing that Chuchu had already given birth, while Youruo was still screaming incessantly, Duan Fengyun was even more restless and uneasy.

"Waa, waa, waa!"

Finally, the sound of an infant crying came from Youruo's room, and Duan Fengyun stood excitedly outside the door waiting for it to open.

But after a long time, Duan Fengyun did not see the door open, and Youruo was still screaming inside; thinking that something had gone wrong, Duan Fengyun could not control himself, and he wanted to go in to see.

"Waa, waa, waa!"

Just as Duan Fengyun was about to push the door open, the sound of Youruo's screaming in the room finally stopped, leaving only the sound of an infant crying.

At this moment, the room door finally opened, and the midwife and Di Er Meng each carried an infant out of the room and said to Duan Fengyun:

"Congratulations, congratulations, both mother and child are safe.

It is a pair of fraternal twins, a boy and a girl; congratulations to you, Junior Brother Duan."

"Ah, really?"

Duan Fengyun was momentarily overwhelmed by joy; he and Youruo had always planned to raise a son and a daughter, and he had not expected that they would give birth to fraternal twins.

Duan Fengyun took out a red envelope he had prepared long ago and handed it to the midwife, then took the older brother from the midwife's hands.

Looking at the little treasure before him who resembled him, and then looking at the younger sister in Di Er Meng's arms who resembled her mother, Duan Fengyun felt incredibly happy at this moment.

"Stop looking, hurry in and see Youruo.

She was exhausted just now, and you, you fellow, only care about looking at your son and daughter."

Duan Fengyun gave an awkward smile and walked into the room holding his son.

After Di Er Meng placed the girl beside Youruo, she went out with the midwife, leaving the family of four inside.

Inside the room, Youruo leaned against the head of the bed, looking at Duan Fengyun with a haggard face and smiling:

"Now you've gotten your wish, haven't you?

What names are you planning to give the two little treasures?"

Duan Fengyun had long since thought of the names for the boy and the girl.

He spoke up and said:

"The older brother shall be called Duan Wuyou, and the younger sister shall be called Duan Ruoruo.

The brother will be carefree, and the sister will be as beautiful and pretty as her mother."

Youruo murmured to herself:

"Duan Wuyou, Duan Ruoruo, how lovely."

Duan Fengyun flattened Youruo's pillow, then placed Xiao Wuyou and Xiao Ruoruo beside Youruo and said:

"Hurry and lie down to rest. Let Xiao Wuyou and Xiao Ruoruo sleep beside their mother for a while longer."

Youruo nodded, and with her two arms each cradling one of the little ones, she fell asleep.

Looking at such a happy and fulfilling scene, Duan Fengyun wished that time could just stop at this moment.

But it should not be long before Di Shitian arrives.

Against opponents like Xiongba and Jue Wushen, Duan Fengyun was still confident that he could defeat them with more profound martial arts and more powerful weapons.

But for someone like Di Shitian who had already transcended the martial Dao, Duan Fengyun was at a complete loss at this stage.

He could only think of a way to compromise when the time came, and fight for the Dragon Essence after the Seven Weapons Slay Dragon.

As long as he could obtain the Dragon Essence and then find the Divine Physician, with the Dragon Essence combined with the Reverse Universe, he was confident he could easily handle Di Shitian.

So, since there was no way to deal with Di Shitian for the time being, he simply gave up on worrying and spent this period of happy, wonderful time well.

He quietly opened the room and walked out; after Di Er Meng went out, she did not reveal the news to the people in the main hall, as she felt this news should be told by Duan Fengyun himself.

Seeing Duan Fengyun arrive, Duan Shuai hurried up, grabbed Duan Fengyun, and said:

"Son, how is Youruo doing?

Is it a boy or a girl?

Does the baby look like you or Youruo?

Have you decided on a name?"

For a moment, Duan Shuai, who had been upgraded to a grandfather, could not suppress the excitement in his heart and asked a series of questions.

Duan Fengyun looked at Duan Shuai and could not help but laugh; this grandfather was even more anxious than he, the father.

He replied:

"Dad, Youruo is doing very well.

And congratulations on having both a grandson and a granddaughter overnight.

The grandson looks like your son, and the granddaughter looks like your daughter-in-law.

The grandson is named Duan Wuyou, and the granddaughter is named Duan Ruoruo."

After hearing this, Duan Shuai felt like he was about to faint from happiness; he grinned and said to Nie Renwang, who was standing to the side:

"Old friend, I have become a grandfather.

Duan Wuyou, Duan Ruoruo, Grandpa's precious grandson and granddaughter!"

Qin Shuang and Nie Feng offered their congratulations:

"Junior Brother Duan, congratulations, congratulations.

Having both a son and a daughter, that is truly a 'good' thing!"

Duan Fengyun looked at Qin Shuang and Nie Feng and said:

"Everyone being well is the true goodness.

You two need to hurry up and catch up with me and Yun."

Nie Renwang could not withstand Duan Shuai's boasting and looked at Nie Feng, saying:

"That's right, Feng'er.

You need to speed up and catch up with the Duan lad, so I can hold a big grandson soon."

Nie Feng embarrassedly touched his head and said:

"I will, I will."

At this time, Bu Jingyun also walked in; regarding the situation with Bu Jingyun, Ding Ning also chose to keep it confidential, letting Bu Jingyun announce it himself.

Duan Fengyun asked:

"Yun, how is Chuchu doing?

Is it a boy or a girl?

Does the baby look like you or Chuchu?

Have you chosen a name? Do you need us to help you think of one?"

Duan Fengyun used the same method as Duan Shuai's questions and bombarded Bu Jingyun with a string of inquiries.

Bu Jingyun could not help but feel a bit overwhelmed after hearing this.

He answered slowly:

"Chuchu is doing well; it is a boy, and he looks like his mother.

As for the name, I have already chosen it; his name is Bu Tian.

How about on your side? How is Youruo doing? Is it a boy or a girl, and have you chosen a name?"

Bu Jingyun then turned the tables and bombarded Duan Fengyun with questions.

Duan Fengyun was momentarily speechless; after repeating the same answers he had given Duan Shuai, he said:

"Hmm, it is better that he looks like Chuchu.

If he were like you, cold and icy, then little Bu Tian certainly wouldn't be liked by girls."

Bu Jingyun rolled his eyes at Duan Fengyun and retorted.

After becoming a grandfather, Duan Shuai worked even harder; Youruo's three meals a day were all prepared by Duan Shuai himself, not giving Duan Fengyun any chance to show off.

And in his spare time, Duan Shuai would walk back and forth holding Xiao Wuyou in his left arm and Xiao Ruoruo in his right.

As someone who practiced martial arts, Youruo's body recovered very quickly; two days later, she was able to get out of bed on her own, and a few days later, she was full of energy, carrying Xiao Wuyou and Xiao Ruoruo around.

Chuchu's body was delicate and weak, naturally incomparable to Youruo's. Two days later, she only managed to get out of bed with Bu Jingyun's support.

Meanwhile, Bu Jingyun acted as a fully qualified stay-at-home dad, setting a good example for Duan Fengyun, Qin Shuang, and Nie Feng.

When Duan Shuai cooked for Youruo, he would always prepare a portion for Chuchu, so Chuchu's meals did not require Bu Jingyun to do everything himself.

He was responsible for changing Xiao Butian's diapers every day and holding him to coax him to sleep.

If there were outsiders here, they would probably be shocked to the point of dropping their jaws.

The dignified Uncrying Death God was actually washing diapers for a child and holding the child to coax him to sleep.

Wuming, Xiehuang, and the others, who had already been notified, also arrived at Duanqing Ju one after another.

Seeing the three lively and cute little ones, the few old legends of the martial arts world sighed with emotion:

"Each generation of talents emerges from the land, each leading the way for hundreds of years.

The future of the world belongs to this group of little ones."

As their grandmasters, the two of them naturally could not treat the three little ones poorly.

Wuming took out three gold locks he had crafted with his own hands, while Xiehuang took out three Jade Pendants.

Those present knew at a glance that neither the gold locks nor the Jade Pendants were simple, mundane objects.

Duan Fengyun, as the father of the parties involved, took the gifts for Xiao Wuyou and Xiao Ruoruo with one hand; judging by his appearance, it was as if he intended to pocket them for himself.

With the birth of the three little ones, the lives of the few people within Duanqing Ju added a few shades of color.