Chapter 376 The Grand Show

Hua Buxiu and Di Yin stood quietly by his side, their eyes bloodshot and moist, tears streaming down their chins.

Those cries, like those of a pitiful child being bullied, were like sharp knives, striking the heart again and again.

Jiang Xianwan clutched a strand of her frosty hair tightly, crying uncontrollably, her sobs earth-shattering.

Feng Huixue finally regained his composure, suppressing the overwhelming emotions that threatened to crush him. He lowered his head and gently kissed away the tears on her eyelashes, softly coaxing her to open her fingers.

"Wanwan, be good... don't cry anymore, okay?"

He knew the source of every tear she shed, yet he was powerless to stop the torrent.

He was overwhelmed by self-reproach, and he slumped down, his warm tears silently sliding down her neck.

"Fengyi...you, try to comfort her."

He didn't care that his black hair had turned to snow; he only knew that Jiang Xianwan was crying.

She cried so hard that he couldn't hold her.

The tall and imposing man in blue robes behind him slowly raised his arm.

With just one step, it seemed as if a thousand years of time had been shattered. He staggered, but still steadily pulled her from Feng Huixue's arms.

"Wanwan...come here."

Jiang Xianwan subconsciously loosened her grip, her fingertips gently and slowly releasing the strand of frost, as if afraid of disturbing someone's pain.

Hua Buxiu held her trembling hands and guided them to gently press them onto the thin film.

Holding back tears that seemed to be about to burst forth, her words were hoarse and wet, yet filled with tenderness.

"Look, please be kind..."

"He's just sleeping."

She tried to swallow her sobs and watched quietly for a while.

Tears fell again.

"Okay, okay..."

"Okay, okay..."

With tears welling up in Hua Buxiu's eyes, he finally couldn't resist pulling her tightly into his arms.

His eyes were lowered, and his features, once stained with immense pain, now held only endless tenderness.

His soft fingers ran through her waterfall of black hair, gently combing it.

"You wicked disciple..."

He called out in a low, hoarse voice, his voice filled with the ecstasy of regaining what he had lost and the exhaustion of surviving a catastrophe.

A single, scalding tear, finally unable to bear the weight, fell into her hair.

Unexpectedly, this silent heat caused the wicked disciple to wail again.

The wicked disciple cried so hard that the unbearable pain exploded in his eyes, finally turning into a muffled gasp that escaped from between his tightly clenched teeth.

Fei Ling and Feng Huixue had already leaned closer, and Di Yin's fingertips also hurriedly reached out. Several hands that had once held the power of life and death and turned the tide of events were now clumsily and gently wiping away her tears.

They coaxed her gently again and again, and nothing happened, except that her immortal bones were awakened.

But Jiang Xianwan's tears flowed like pearls from a broken string, unstoppable.

Di Yin took her in his arms. Her long, ankle-length silver hair was slightly disheveled, and the front of her clothes was wrinkled.

He had long since lost his composure; his once clear, limpid eyes were now shattered beyond recognition, and he wished he could do everything in his power to comfort her.

The four men took turns, and whether it was because of the heartbreak or the panic, their temples were covered in a fine layer of sweat.

Just then, a childish voice suddenly rang out, carrying an air of premature maturity that was completely out of character for his age.

"Dad, if you can't coax him, shall I?"

If I keep crying like this, my eyes will get swollen.

He felt sorry for him.

Di Yin, who was holding Jiang Xianwan, suddenly stiffened.

The problem that stumped four exceptionally talented men was suddenly put on hold by this one sentence.

Jiang Xianwan's crying stopped immediately.

In an instant, all was silent.

Bai Yu and the others, who were moved to tears by the reunion and were secretly wiping their noses with handkerchiefs, were speechless.

Here it comes!

It's finally here!

A spectacular show!

Their tears vanished instantly, their eyes gleamed, and in unison, they all pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds!

Only Mingmu glanced up at the sky with a strange expression, then secretly pinched his lips, pretending not to know anything.

The world is vast, but watching a play is the most important thing.

The tiger women, having descended to the mortal realm, had never seen this child before; now they were in for a good show.

Jiang Xianwan: "...!" No.

Her wet eyelashes trembled, and her body shuddered.

Turning around and then looking down, I belatedly realized that there was a strange child standing behind me... about five or six years old?!

It's not Jiang Xingxing!

father?

Who was he calling "Dad" just now?

Who is...his father?

The deeply moving atmosphere that had just been there suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse, becoming extremely eerie.

The little child, dressed in a soft green robe, tilted his head back, his bright eyes looking at Jiang Xianwan with worry and concern.

Hua Buxiu and the others: "..."

Jiang Xianwan: "...!"

A level 10 storm suddenly swept through my mind, and my brain couldn't even function.

father?

Who did that kid just call "Dad"?

Who is his father?

In her daze, she stared at the child for a long time, forgetting to even cry or wail.

His eyes rolled with difficulty, scanning the faces of Feng Huixue, Fei Ling, Di Yin, and Hua Buxiu in turn.

In the blink of an eye, a thunderclap struck her soul, making her face turn green!

father?

So, in the time it takes to fart, her house was robbed?

Her man... gave her such a huge, towering green hat?

She even has a child with someone else... and she's actually older than Jiang Xingxing?

Was it hidden so well?

Who put it on her?!

Jiang Xianwan's broken face instantly shattered into eight hundred pieces. Her tearful eyes widened, and she suddenly rolled up her sleeves.

The dog's voice still carried the lingering sob, yet it was already as ferocious as a vicious dog that could bite someone to death!

"Fine! In the time it takes to fart, who among you put a green hat on me...?"

She trembled with rage in Di Yin's arms, instantly entering battle mode.

The way it bared its teeth and grinned made it seem like it was in a state of utter despair, preferring to kill a thousand innocent people rather than let one guilty person go free, and determined to bite all four of them to death!

However...

The next moment, the aggressive questioning, under the strange and inexplicable gazes of the four men with bloodshot eyes, was stuck back in their throats.

"Um……?"

What did that little kid say?

Qingli tilted her little face up, tugged at Jiang Xianwan's clothes with her little hands, and said again in a caring manner, "Mother, how about I hold you and comfort you?"

These fathers are no good.

Look how his mother is crying.

If you keep crying like this, Xingxing will be heartbroken when he finds out.

Furthermore...

While Xingxing was still asleep, he was determined to seize this opportunity to make a good impression!

He made his mother fall in love with him at first sight, feel like they had known each other for a long time, and fall in love with him at first sight!

Thinking this, Qingli quickly stretched out her two little arms.

He said hurriedly, "Mother, come, jump down, let your child hold you!"

The kid, munching away on sunflower seeds, thought: "...?!" Who's this kid calling "mother"?

Hua Buxiu: "...!" Here we go again! This kid insists that Jiang Xianwan is his mother!

Jiang Xianwan: "...?!" Who is this child calling "mother"?

Even the tomb, which was laughing so hard it was almost uncontrollable, couldn't help but clap along with Ni Chang and the others.

The scene was too beautiful to bear looking at.

Especially the four men whose faces were still shattered, their expressions were as if they were dying and coming back to life.

Before the ecstasy of regaining what was lost could fully settle, a hint of resentment crept onto her still pale face.