"Ouch!" Jiang Yan's features twisted together in pain, his expression instantly becoming one of agony. A piercing pain shot through his foot, as if a sharp needle was pricking him non-stop. The pain was so severe that he almost lost his balance and swayed several times.
Unable to contain themselves, the crowd erupted in laughter at this dramatic scene. The atmosphere, once tense as if stretched to its limit, suddenly lightened considerably with this absurd scene. Bao Banxian, observing this, pondered this situation. He knew that while this group might seem comical, even absurd, they were outnumbered, and continuing the fight would be disadvantageous. Furthermore, today's primary target, Mo Chen, possessed extraordinary skills, making his capture a formidable undertaking. His eyes darted, and a plan suddenly formed.
"Hmph, I'll let you go today," Bao Banxian snorted coldly, a flicker of resentment and resentment in his eyes. "But Mo Chen, your betrayal of the Demon Cult is definitely not over! We'll slowly settle this score later!" With that, he waved his hand and led his men away like ghosts. Their figures quickly disappeared into the mountains and forest, leaving only silence, as if nothing had happened.
The crisis was finally over, and everyone's frayed nerves relaxed like untied strings. They all breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. Jiang Xiaohuang was overjoyed, running over like a happy little deer, hugging Nian Li tightly. With a hint of coquettishness and grievance in her voice, she said, "Mom, you're finally here! I was so worried."
Nian Li hugged her daughter tenderly, her eyes filled with heartache and doting. She gently stroked Jiang Xiaohuang's hair, as if stroking the most precious treasure in the world, and said softly, "Silly child, don't take such risks again. Do you know how worried I am about you? I'm almost scared to death by you."
Jiang Yan walked over slowly with a smile on his face, patted Mo Chen's shoulder gently, and asked with concern: "Mo Chen, are you okay? Are you hurt?"
Mo Chen shook his head gently, his eyes filled with gratitude, like the twinkling stars in the deep night sky. He said sincerely, "Thank you, Grandpa, Grandma, and Uncle, for saving us. If you hadn't arrived in time, Xiao Huang and I would have been in great danger today. I will always remember this kindness."
Young Marquis Su raised his head proudly, chest puffed out, and shouted, "Of course! Don't you see who we are? We belong to the Prime Minister's Mansion. How could we just sit there and watch our family get bullied? Anyone who dares to touch anyone in our Mansion will be an enemy of the entire Mansion!"
Su Jinli, leaning on a cane, stood quietly by, watching the heartwarming and slightly humorous scene unfold before her. A smile of relief spread across her face. That smile was like the warm spring sun, gentle and gentle. She said slowly, "Alright, stop making noise. We're all tired. Let's find a place to rest."
Following Su Jinli's advice, everyone found a dilapidated temple nearby to temporarily stay. The dilapidated temple looked quite old, and the traces of time had left a deep mark on it. The walls were mottled, as if it were an abstract painting, recording the vicissitudes of the past. There were several holes in the roof, and the sunlight shone through these holes, forming golden beams of light, as if it was the light of hope sprinkled by God's hand. Jiang Yan sat on a stone, gently rubbing his waist that was hurt by the collision, with a trace of pain on his face. Nianli carefully applied a plaster on him, her movements were gentle and skillful, showing the daughter's care for her father.
"Dad, you were so impressive just now," Nian Li said with a smile, a hint of teasing in her eyes, like the mischievous stars twinkling in the night sky, "It's just that the fan fell off, which was a bit embarrassing."
Jiang Yan's face flushed instantly, like a ripe apple, and he said awkwardly, "It was an accident, a complete accident! Who could have imagined it would be like this? It was an emergency at the time, and I just wanted to scare them."
When Jiang Xiaohuang heard this, she came over playfully like a clever little monkey and said with a smile, "Grandpa, do you still have that osmanthus cake? I'm starving. My stomach is already growling after all the trouble I just made."
Jiang Yan smiled helplessly, his smile full of doting for his junior. He carefully pulled the oil-paper package from his sleeve. Opening it, he saw that the sweet-scented osmanthus cake inside had broken into several pieces, as if it were a piece of beauty shattered by time. He said with a hint of regret, "Here, all for you. I was thinking of saving it for the trip, but it's all broken now. But it should still be edible."
Jiang Xiaohuang joyfully accepted the oil-paper package and carefully shared the broken pieces of osmanthus cake with everyone. Mo Chen looked at this warm and harmonious family, and a warmth welled up in his heart, flowing through him like a gurgling stream. He truly felt the warmth and strength of home, as if all the dangers and fears he had experienced before had vanished like smoke. He knew that with such a caring family by his side, no matter what difficulties and obstacles he encountered in the future, they would no longer be terrifying.
"Grandpa," Jiang Xiaohuang said while eating osmanthus cake, with a smile as bright as a blooming flower, "next time when you pretend to be a hero, can you use a real fan? Your fan broke down at the critical moment, which really made us laugh. Maybe with a real fan, you'd be even more impressive."
Jiang Yan feigned anger and glared at her, but his eyes were full of smiles. He said, "Little girl, you still dare to laugh at Grandpa? I'll teach you a lesson! The next time you're in danger, Grandpa won't care about you anymore."
Everyone couldn't help laughing after hearing this. The laughter was clear and sweet, echoing in the dilapidated temple, as if it had dispelled all the fatigue and fear. Although they had just experienced a thrilling battle, the warm feeling of having their family reunited at this moment was more precious than any gold or silver treasure. Jiang Yan looked at the happy scene in front of him, feeling a lot of emotions in his heart. He felt that even if he was embarrassed again, as long as he could protect his family and make them safe and happy, everything would be worth it. This family love was like a bright light in the darkness, illuminating their way forward and warming their hearts.
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