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Ouyang Xian's curses were muffled by Jiang Wenbai. Shangguan Zhi looked at Yan Wenmo with a complicated expression, not understanding what she was doing. Xuanyuan Jing looked at Ouyang Xian, then at those mortals, and finally at Yan Wenmo with a complicated expression. He wanted to speak, but didn't know how to say it.

Finally, it was Su Nian who spoke. She looked at Yun Feidu and said softly:

"Trust your master, she will find a way, she is not that kind of person"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xie Xiaofeng flexed her wrist, stared at the fallen god holding Yan Wenmo's mother's soul, and said with a grim smile:

"If he comes in, I will punch him out. After a while, Yun Pudu will grab the soul in his hand and bag, and Wenlong, I and Uncle Xiaoyaozi will join forces to beat the fallen god out."

As soon as these words came out, Yun Feidu seemed to have found a backbone. He nodded and then took action directly.

The formation that was originally as solid as a rock had a slight opening. Seeing this, the fallen gods became excited. They were excited that this method worked, and they were also excited that the formation that had trapped them for a long time actually opened itself.

Amid the congratulations from all around, the fallen god arrogantly stuffed the soul of Yan Wenmo's mother into a cloth bag, and walked into the formation with a heroic and proud manner, like a general who had won a battle.

He was getting closer and closer to the formation, and the smile on his face was getting more and more unbridled. But when he actually stepped to the edge of the formation, when his feet touched the formation, there was only a slight "hiss" sound, and the fallen god disappeared without a trace.

It was as if he had suddenly disappeared, leaving only a cloth bag lying quietly at the spot, proving that he had been there, but he himself had disappeared without a trace, not even a trace.

This sudden change stunned not only the fallen gods but also the mortals in Qianyang Sect. They looked at Yan Wenmo in disbelief and shock, and then burst into laughter and some provocative voices, which were completely different from the audible sound of a needle falling from the ground just now.

Yan Wenmo walked over expressionlessly and picked up the cloth bag. She looked at the frightened, trembling, and retreating fallen gods with contempt and sneered:

"Who else?! If anyone wants to threaten me with the souls of mortals, just stand up and I will give him a quick death."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhuishen looked away like a quail, while Yan Wenmo opened the cloth bag and released the soul inside.

In the cloth bag, besides Yan Wenmo's mother, there were also her father, Yan Wenhe, as well as some other cultivators' parents, relatives, and friends, and finally Jiang Wenbai's parents.

Reuniting in this way was somewhat unique, and besides, they were ghosts, and if there had been no sun today, the scorching sun alone would have caused countless casualties.

It was thanks to the greed of this fallen god that he collected so many souls, otherwise, I'm afraid... But, I'm still unfilial. If I go back, will they enter reincarnation directly instead of being captured and tortured by the fallen god?

Looking at her parents in front of her with a guilty look on her face, Yan Wenmo subconsciously knelt down and bowed her head. Seeing her like this, her mother subconsciously wanted to support her, but was stopped by her father.

Yan Wenhe rarely loses his temper, but he seemed really angry today. Therefore, he looked at Yan Wenmo kneeling on the ground and couldn't help but ask:

"Little Thirteen, your father taught you that when someone threatens you, even if it means threatening your parents' lives, you should protect the people of the country first, not your parents' lives. Have you lived up to your father's teachings with your actions today?!"

Yan Wenmo didn't say anything. She just wanted to cry for no apparent reason, so her body was shaking slightly and she could hear sobbing faintly.

Although she cried miserably, for some reason, no one sympathized with her and no one dared to step forward, because they all knew that Yan Wenhe's move was to create a way out for Yan Wenmo and allow her to express her own views.

Whether it's refutation or admission, it's all fine, but Yan Wenmo doesn't want to say anything, she doesn't want to say anything.

When parents love their children, they will plan for their long-term future; when children love their parents, they will seek reputation for them. Yan Wenmo was unwilling to explain because she did not think she had done anything wrong and also because of her selfishness.

She really...really missed them, really missed them so much. She was really afraid to go back to the Yan family and see a home without them, a dilapidated place with nothing in it. She didn't want to face it, so she didn't go back. Now, she realized belatedly how wrong she was.

Her parents had been waiting for her to come back, even if they had to turn into ghosts. But because of her cowardice and selfishness, she had always refused to go back, making them wait in vain for so many years. In fact, if the fallen god had not caught them this time, they would probably have continued to wait.

How could she…how could she be so unfilial? ! How could she let her parents wait for so long? ? How could she bear to let her parents wait for her in that house day after day? !

Not one day, not two days, but more than twenty years, so many days and nights, how did they survive? !

"Look at you. You scolded my daughter as soon as you saw her. I think she did a good job. Didn't she protect those people?! The bad guy died too. We got the best of both worlds. How great!"

Seeing Yan Wenmo crying so sadly, it was Yan Wenmo's mother who finally spoke up to smooth things over. She reached out her hand cautiously, wanting to touch him, but found that she couldn't touch him at all, and couldn't help feeling sad.

Yes, she is already dead, how can a dead person touch a living person? ! Thinking of this, her face was full of bitterness.

She had thought she would see her daughter get married, she had thought she would see her daughter and her husband live in harmony, she had thought she would see her daughter have many children. Now all these have become luxuries.

She's dead?! How can a dead person get close to a living person?? Even if she could get close, it would bring disaster to her, right?!

Her little Thirteen, her little daughter, had lost a lot of weight after not seeing her for so many years.

Did you not eat well?! Or did you not rest well?! Or maybe it was both. Silly child, how could your parents blame you?! If you live well and live well, your parents will be relieved.

We don't expect you to become a hero, nor do we expect you to accomplish any great achievements. As long as you are happy, that's better than anything else. We just want you to be happy, and we don't expect anything else.

On the other hand, Jiang Wenbai was not in a much better condition. As the saying goes, men don't shed tears easily, but he was just heartbroken. Now that he could see his parents again, no matter how calm and restrained he was, he couldn't help but shed tears.

Come to think of it, when I witnessed my parents die in front of me, how could others possibly understand the pain I felt? Even though more than 20 years have passed, some wounds are still difficult to heal.

At this moment, they are no longer so-and-so's apprentices, so-and-so's head, or so-and-so's master. They are simply children who have found their parents, who are comforted and cared for by them, and who have found their only outlet here.

As the saying goes, you can't always be a child, but in front of your parents, you will always be a child, a child who needs comfort and protection.

Compared to the vivid and colorful works of Jiang Wenbai and Yan Wenmo, Ouyang Xian and his companions seemed somewhat out of place. Shangguan Zhi had a complicated expression, Ouyang Xian looked surprised, Zhao Wenlong looked around with curiosity, and Xie Xiaofeng simply began to think about how to deal with the fallen god.

After a long time, Xuanyuan Jing said something inexplicably, and she said with a sigh:

"Thirteen's mother is so beautiful"