Chapter 335: Saving Grandmother, Milk Ball Loss Too Much Blood

A beating heart, trembling hands.

Nangong Yemo's eyes were filled with tears. At this moment, he just wanted to hold the whole world in front of his lovely granddaughter.

"Child...child, I, I, I am your grandfather."

Nangong Yemo's voice was trembling and his tongue was almost tied. It seemed that he had spoken too little in recent years and his words were a little rusty.

He slowly squatted on the ground, trying his best to suppress his inner excitement. His clear eyes returned to normal, full of anticipation, and his face was filled with: Call me grandpa, call me grandpa, call me grandpa.

His big hand, which was held by Luo Ranran, was sweating profusely, but he did not dare to move, for fear that his good granddaughter would not get close to him.

"Grandfather~~~" the little girl called sweetly with curved eyebrows.

At this moment, flowers bloom and the garden is full of spring.

"Hey!" Nangong Yemo narrowed his eyes and smiled on the spot. The word "grandfather" really touched his heart.

He suddenly recalled the scene when he was rescued just now. He remembered that it was his lovely granddaughter who saved him with her blood.

"hiss--"

Nangong Yemo's heart suddenly ached, and tears fell uncontrollably, staring at Luo Ranran's left wrist with burning eyes.

"My dear granddaughter, I am your grandfather and I have only one life left. You are so young, how can you use your blood to save me?"

I feel so sorry for him.

My dear granddaughter is still just a baby.

Nangong Yemo felt more and more uncomfortable the more he thought about it. He slapped Nangong Yu on the thigh, and said in a reproachful tone, "Ayu, how can you be a father? Don't you feel sorry for your daughter being injured?"

There is so much blood, look, my dear granddaughter’s face has turned pale.

Nangong Yu: (′._.｀)

Of course he felt distressed, but no one else could easily change Guaibao's decision.

Even Lianjin can't do it, let alone his father, alas!

Seeing her father's aggrieved look, Luo Ranran felt a little distressed, "Grandfather, don't blame my father. After all, my father has no say in the family."

To put it bluntly, the status is low.

Nangong Yu: (_|||)

My daughter, that’s a good thing to say, but don’t say it again next time. I, your father, still have to save face.

No right to speak?

Nangong Yemo repeated this several times in his mind, then looked at his son with a strange expression. Are his genes so strong?

It would be fine if I were a henpecked husband, but I didn't expect that my son is also a henpecked husband.

Tsk tsk, he doesn’t even know what to say?

Thinking of this, Nangong Yemo's face instantly became anxious. He picked up Luo Ranran and rushed into the palace, "Ayu, think of a way to save your mother. Your mother is dying."

"What?"

It’s almost over!

Nangong Yu's face changed drastically and he quickly followed.

He knew very well that his father loved his mother more than he loved himself, and if something happened to his mother, he would definitely not live alone.

Hey, what is this?

In a short while, the group of four arrived at the palace. Apart from tables, chairs, cabinets and beds, there was nothing else inside. It was truly clear at a glance.

"Qianqian, hold on. Ayu is here with her granddaughter to save you. Please don't get hurt. You must hold on!"

Nangong Yemo rushed to the bed with Luo Ranran in his arms, and looked anxiously at his dying wife lying on the bed.

Luo Ranran's face sank, "Grandfather, put me down quickly, don't waste time. If you are any later, even the Great Luo Immortal can't save grandma."

"Okay, okay." Nangong Yemo was so scared that he trembled and quickly put his granddaughter on the bed.

Luo Ranran didn't dare to waste time, so she cut her left wrist again and used her spiritual power to carefully feed the gushing blood to her grandmother.

My grandmother's face was pale and her condition was much more serious than my grandfather's, so she needed more blood.

The three men in the room, both big and small, felt extremely distressed when they saw the bleeding wrist. They knew the seriousness of the situation and did not dare to say anything to stop it.

It was not until Qingqian, who was lying on the bed, had her face become rosy and shiny and her breathing became strong and steady that Milk Ball stopped feeding her blood.

After restoring the wound on his wrist, he finally let go of his worries. He quickly took out a few pills and stuffed them into his grandmother's mouth.

After it was over, her little head felt a little dizzy, and her little body swayed, then she was held tightly in Lianjin's arms.

"Sister, you have lost too much blood. Take a blood-replenishing pill and drink some spiritual spring water. I will make you ginseng chicken soup later to replenish your body."

I don’t know how long it will take to restore my sister’s body.

"Ginseng chicken soup!" Milk ball smacked his lips, "Little brother, I want to eat it now."

Lian Jin nodded and coaxed gently, "Okay, if you take the blood-replenishing pill obediently, I will make you ginseng chicken soup right away, okay?"

Naituanzi rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, but I also want to eat sweet and sour spare ribs, braised fish, roast duck with mushrooms, and braised lion's head..."

Naituanzi was not polite at all and listed a long list of dishes, which left Nangong Yemo dumbfounded and Nangong Yu helpless.

"Okay, sister, I'll make them all for you." Lian Jin carefully wrote down the recipe, immediately took out a recliner, placed Luo Ranran on it, and skillfully covered her with a small blanket.

"Sister, wait, I'm going to make you something to eat right now, but the prerequisite is..."

Naituanzi understood immediately, and immediately took out the pill and stuffed it into his mouth, then took out the spiritual spring water and drank it leisurely, "Little brother, I am very obedient~"

"Well, my sister is really good." Lian Jin was satisfied. She took out a box of cakes from her bag and handed it to Luo Ranran, and did not forget to tell her, "Sister, just eat one or two cakes. Don't eat too much. I'm afraid you won't be able to eat the food later."

The little girl grinned and nodded obediently, "Okay little brother, I will never eat more cakes."

Lian Jin then turned around and left the palace.

Fortunately, his bag contained everything, mostly food, which saved him time looking for ingredients.

"This..." Nangong Yemo looked at Lianjin's back with a complicated expression, "Ayu, who is this young master?"

The young master looked to be about five or six years old. He looked otherworldly at such a young age, with an air of immortality in his every move, giving people a feeling of being unfathomable.

Although his son is 23 years old, he doesn't believe that this little boy is his son's.

Nangong Yu smiled helplessly at first, then said with a tone full of pride, "Dad, his name is Lian Jin, and he is my disciple. Although he is young, his profound skills are unfathomable. As a master, I have to rely on my little disciple."

Nangong Yemo was stunned, then he patted Nangong Yu's shoulder with a smile, "Ayu, you have a good disciple."

You can tell at first glance that this young man has an extraordinary background.

His son has found a great patron.

"Of course not. My luck is extremely good." Nangong Yu puffed out his chest, looking very proud.

How to say it, he is the master chosen by the little disciple himself, this fate is extremely deep.

At this moment, Qing Qian on the bed blinked her confused eyes, "Husband, what are you talking about?"

"Qianqian, you're awake!"