Nan Yuanman stared blankly at him. Feng Jingcheng frowned slightly and reached out to touch her forehead: "Why are you looking at your brother like that? Are you feeling unwell again?"
"What's wrong? Has your sister's fever returned?" A young woman's gentle voice, tinged with worry, rang out. Immediately afterward, Nan Yuanman was lifted from her child seat and placed in a warm embrace.
Nan Yuanman subconsciously looked up, and when she saw the young woman holding her, she was completely stunned and instinctively called out, "Mom?"
Bai Wenying lowered her eyes and touched her forehead with concern: "Mom is here. Come here and let Mom see if you have a fever again."
"Your temperature is normal, and you don't have a fever. Manman, is there anything that hurts? If you feel uncomfortable, don't hold it in, tell Mom."
Bai Wenying held Nan Yuanman and gently rocked her, patting her back reassuringly in a very gentle voice.
Nan Yuanman stared intently at Bai Wenyin, who looked just like the gentle and graceful woman in that family photo. Her vision blurred for a moment, and when she heard Bai Wenyin's question, she subconsciously shook her head: "No, Yuanman is not in pain."
Nan Yuanman looked at her for a while before carefully grasping her clothes and pressing her face against Bai Wenyin's chest with utmost reverence, feeling the warmth from her embrace and the unique fragrance of a mother emanating from her body, lost in thought.
So this is what a mother's embrace feels like.
Warm, gentle, inclusive, and full of a sense of security.
"Oh dear, you're so big and still acting like a spoiled brat with your mom. You little rascal." Bai Wenying chuckled softly, patted her back reassuringly, and hugged her tightly, giving her a sense of security.
Feng Jingcheng looked at Nan Yuanman with a worried expression; "Mom, should we call Dad back and take my sister to the hospital again? It's not good for her to be sick like this every few days."
Bai Wenying gently shook her head: "No need, your dad is busy. I'll take Manman with me in a bit."
"I don't want to go to the hospital, I'm perfectly healthy!" Nan Yuanman protested, pouting and complaining unhappily, "Brother is so mean! He always wants to prick my bottom with needles."
Feng Jingcheng chuckled and patted her little bottom: "Little brat, who is your brother doing this for?"
Nanmanyuan made a face at him.
Bai Wenying watched the siblings bicker with a smile, then sighed helplessly, "You two are both troublemakers who never give us peace of mind."
Feng Jingcheng looked at her and Nan Yuanman, his vision blurred for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal, listening to her rambling with a smile without saying a word.
Soon, Nan Yuanman also saw her father, Feng Congqian.
This father possesses all the qualities that children love: he patiently plays with his children, stands up for Nan Yuanman and Feng Jingcheng when they are bullied, and helps them get revenge. When he goes on business trips, he will even specially choose things that they like to buy for them.
He is, in a sense, one of the best fathers for his children.
He is also a top-notch husband to his wife.
He has never argued with his wife or his children.
Nan Yuanman had never experienced maternal love since birth, and was still receiving paternal love. With healthy parents and a doting older brother, the almost perfect and loving family atmosphere quickly won her over at the age of five.
In the mist, Nan Yuanman sat on the ground holding Xiao Hong, her little face rosy and a happy smile on her lips.
Old Master Nan stood guard vigilantly beside her, his hidden fangs peeking out as he snarled and stared ahead.
A rustling sound came from ahead, and a thin figure wrapped in a black robe slowly appeared. Behind him followed a demon carrying a blood-stained chainsaw, and Sun Jiajun, whose eyes were empty and whose face was numb, like a puppet.
Old Master Nan let out a low, warning growl from his throat.
"Hehe..." The man in black robes stopped and raised his head slightly, revealing a chin covered with intricate runes. His voice was hoarse: "So that's why Jiang Tianzong failed before. It turns out she had a purple zombie by her side."
The purple zombie was quite sensitive to the corpse poison ghost gu. Jiang Tianzong was just an ordinary person, and his methods of using gu would not be very sophisticated, so it was normal for him to fail.
“Perfect timing. I’m missing a Gu corpse by my side. If you are willing to submit to me, I can consider keeping you and that child with a complete corpse.”
Old Master Nan snorted coldly, his previously concealed fingernails suddenly grew longer, and with a stomp of his foot, his body charged towards the man in black robes like a cannonball.
"He won't listen to reason, so he'll have to suffer the consequences, black devil. Teach him a lesson." The man in black robes sneered disdainfully and gave the order.
The evil spirit standing behind him, holding a chainsaw, chuckled sinisterly and rushed towards Old Master Nan. The ghost and the zombie quickly clashed.
The man in black robes shifted his gaze from them to the little girl whom Old Master Nan had been guarding. She was sitting on the ground, holding a small coffin, with her eyes closed and a smile playing on her lips. A cold snort escaped his nostrils.
He thought this little girl was quite capable, able to ruin his plans one after another at the Jiang family. Now it seems that it's not that she's powerful, but that Jiang Tianzong is too useless, unable to handle even a child, requiring him to intervene personally.
Look, a single Illusionary Soul-Binding Array can completely render her powerless to resist.
but……
The man in black robes stared at Nan Yuanman, a greedy glint in his eyes. This child had a good physique and destiny; he was good material to be made into a Gumanli.
The man in black robes took out a jet-black dagger and slowly approached Nan Yuanman.
Nan Yuanman, who was under the spell, seemed to sense the impending danger. His brows furrowed tightly, and his breathing became increasingly rapid.
In the illusion.
Nan Yuanman sat on the sofa, watching Bai Wenying busy herself with kindergarten matters without blinking. After a moment of silence, she turned to Feng Jingcheng, who was sitting silently next to her: "Sixth brother, we should go."
"If we don't leave now, we won't be able to leave."
Feng Jingcheng seemed not to understand her words, and smiled as he ruffled her hair: "Let's go? Little Yuanman is so eager to go to school?"
Nan Yuanman sighed, grabbed his hands and pulled them off his head, her clear, bright eyes looking at him: "You should know what I mean, Sixth Brother, don't play dumb."
Feng Jingcheng's smile froze. He looked at Nan Yuanman for a moment, then looked away, slightly embarrassed: "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I haven't finished my work yet, I'll go to the study first," Feng Jingcheng said, getting up to leave.
“The dead cannot be brought back to life, Sixth Brother. No matter how much you yearn for them, the people you want to see will never come back. Besides… the parents here are not your real parents.”
Feng Jingcheng, with his back to Nan Yuanman, slowly clenched his fists at his sides, his body trembling. He suddenly turned around, his eyes bloodshot, and looked at her through gritted teeth: "What do you know!"
"This is what I owe them! I'm willing to stay here! It's none of your business!"
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