Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 301

Chapter 301: Chapter 303: The Childhood We Can’t Return To [2/5]

Wu Tian had no idea what the Sword Emperor had said. Even if he had, he probably would have just scoffed.

At that moment, Wu Tian was watching television, wondering, Where could my sword sheath have gone?

The little one and Qin Yuhan returned from buying school supplies. This was usually a happy time for most children, though the happiness rarely lasted long. The joy from new stationery might last for three or four days, but a school semester was so much longer.

As soon as she was back, the little one bounced over to Wu Tian, her arms outstretched. "Daddy, hug me," she said in a sweet, childish voice.

Wu Tian smiled and picked her up. Even though the little one was quite capable, she was still so young. Like most parents, he was often overly cautious with his own child, carefully holding her and worrying the position might be uncomfortable.

He set the little one on his lap, and she immediately burst into giggles. "Dad, you’re watching cartoons? How shameless!"

Cradling her small, seemingly boneless body, Wu Tian was speechless. Who says adults can’t watch cartoons? Everyone has moments from their past worth reminiscing about.

Wu Tian used to watch anime as a child, mostly on show blocks like *The Great Windmill* and *Animation City*. He’d had a childhood, too. When he watched *The Four-Wheel Drive Brothers*, he bought a Spider King toy car, naively believing it could really perform moves like the Whirlwind Charge Dragon Tornado. Thinking back on it now, he couldn’t help but smile. Those days are long gone.

With that thought, Wu Tian suddenly carried the little one into his room. He also had a secret spot: under the bed. He lifted the bedframe, revealing a cardboard box filled with treasures from his childhood, which he’d nearly forgotten about until the little one reminded him.

Inside the box were cobwebs and a Whirlwind Charge race car. The rest of the box was filled with comics, mostly from the *Seven Dragon Balls* series. Back then, if you were talking about which anime reigned supreme, *Seven Dragon Balls* was always the first choice.

"I know this one! I know this one!" the little one exclaimed, eagerly pulling the Whirlwind Charge from the box.

"You know it?" Wu Tian asked.

The little one nodded vigorously. "It was recommended to me when I was watching cartoons on the computer. A lot of people said in the bullet comments that the older shows are better."

The batteries were dead, so the Whirlwind Charge wouldn’t start. The little one hugged the toy car and charged downstairs to the living room. She took the batteries out of the remote control and put them into the car. Flipping the switch on the car’s chassis, the wheels began to spin with a WHIRRR. The Whirlwind Charge still worked.

Watching the little one play with his own childhood toy, a wave of warmth spread through Wu Tian’s heart. The love between a father and daughter, even after a thousand or ten thousand years, remains as solid as a rock. As he watched her crouched over her race car, Wu Tian’s heart of steel melted into a tender softness.

He walked over and quietly watched her play. It didn’t seem boring in the least; to him, it was fascinating and fun.

The little one suddenly picked up the Whirlwind Charge. "Dad," she said, "do you think it can really do the Whirlwind Charge Dragon Tornado?"

"Of course it can," Wu Tian nodded.

"Hee hee hee..." The little one giggled again. "Dad, you’re so silly. That’s a move from a cartoon. It’s fake, didn’t you know?"

"Just watch closely." Of course, a toy car couldn’t actually perform a move like the Whirlwind Charge Dragon Tornado on its own. For Wu Tian, however, it was certainly possible with a little help.

"Watch," Wu Tian said. He glanced at the Whirlwind Charge zipping across the living room floor and flicked his finger.

Instantly, the toy car soared into the air, spiraling like a top. It formed a miniature tornado and began flying circles around the ceiling.

"So cool!" The little one clapped her small hands happily.

A thought suddenly struck her, and she ran upstairs. THUMP THUMP THUMP—the child was like the wind. Curious about what she was up to, Wu Tian followed her.

She stopped outside Qin Yuhan’s room. Being just over four, she wasn’t tall enough to reach the doorknob. She jumped, grabbed the handle, and used her weight to pull the door open.

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