"Wushuang, do you really want this battle armor?" Ye Chen was stunned and said, "Although this divine armor belongs to the Heavenly King level, it's still not suitable for you."
"No, I want this one."
Qin Wushuang shook his head, determined on the divine armor, and dragged it in front of his father. He couldn't lift it completely, but he raised his adorable head and looked at the War King and said, "Dad, this is the treasure Uncle Qian promised to give Shuang'er, and Shuang'er gives it to you. Once you wear it, no one will be able to harm you."
The little boy was only about three or four years old, yet he was very wise and exceptionally well-behaved and understanding. His big black eyes looked intently at his father, the War King, and his words were heart-wrenching.
Even such a resolute and unyielding man as the War King softened his expression, took the battle armor from his son's hands, and embraced him, saying, "I will, this will be the best gift."
