Chapter: 1772

The little princess next to her kicked the quilt a few times, when Zhang Han was about to cover her with the quilt.

The little guy's eyes opened.

"Hmm... Papa, I was dreaming."

"What dream did you have?"

Zhang Han smiled softly, and reached out to touch Mengmeng's little head.

"My, I can fly, just um, ah, and I flew up, and I flew with Baba Mama, just um, ah, I flew, so high." Mengmeng stretched while talking The little hands gestured.

The cute little appearance made Zhang Han smile:

"Then wait for Dad to take you to fly in the sky."

Flying into the sky and escaping from the earth, this is the dream of the monks at the beginning stage of the world of cultivating immortals.

Being able to fly means a stronger initiative, and there are many ways to fight or flee, such as flying with an imperial weapon, or flying with pure spiritual power, but flying with an imperial weapon saves a lot of spiritual power consumption.

Those who do not enter the Xiantian are mortals after all, and it has something to do with flying to the sky and escaping the earth, because only after reaching the innate stage can they have the ability to fly to the sky and escape from the earth.

The congenital stage is the real beginning of cultivating immortals, and the methods have undergone earth-shaking changes. Zhang Han originally thought that he would use the Leiyang wood to break through to congenital within five years, but he did not expect that now he has obtained the fourth-order blue secluded bamboo, which made the Leiyang wood take shape. The time will be greatly reduced.

If it reaches the innate stage, Zhang Han is sure that when the Kunxu Realm is wide open, it can overwhelm everything.

At this time, Mengmeng heard Zhang Han's words, her pink lips slightly tilted forward, she was very happy, her big shiny eyes looked back, and reminded:

"Ma Ma is on the lazy bed again, should we wake Ma Ma up?"

"No, your mother just slept for a while. Dad will take you to wash up first, then have breakfast, and play with toys in the living room." Zhang Han said with a light smile.

"Hmm, let's go quickly." Mengmeng got up and was about to get out of bed.

Zhang Han lifted the quilt lightly, got out of bed first, covered Zi Yan with the quilt, put on her clothes and changed Mengmeng's clothes before going to the bathroom.

As soon as I got downstairs, I heard movement in the kitchen.

"Are grandpa and grandma cooking? I'll go and have a look." Mengmeng ran over in a twitch, and leaked her little brain at the door of the kitchen.

"Grandpa and grandma." Mengmeng called out crisply.

"Hey, Mengmeng has woken up." Xu Xinyu turned her head and smiled, hung her apron aside, and washed her hands.

During the period, Zi Qiang turned his head and smiled and said, "Breakfast is only ten minutes away. Grandpa specially made egg tarts for you."

"There are egg tarts to eat, thank you grandpa." Mengmeng said with a giggle.

"Hahaha." Zi Qiang laughed heartily.

Usually he doesn't make breakfast, or eat it in the restaurant, or ask his servants to prepare it, but since Mengmeng's arrival, he is full of motivation. He sets the alarm at six o'clock the day before every day, and gets up on time to make breakfast .

It's just that there is one thing that makes him more depressed. Every time he asks Mengmeng if it tastes good, Mengmeng always answers "delicious."

Then he said, "It's not as delicious as my papa's, papa's is the best!"

After going back and forth, Zi Qiang didn't ask this topic at all.

"Little Han, are you up too? Why don't you go and rest for a while?" Xu Xinyu walked out of the kitchen, looked at Zhang Han and smiled.