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This was not appropriate, at least the people around her thought so. Seeing that no one agreed with her, Xuanyuan Jing couldn't help but asked timidly:

"Did I... say something wrong?"

No one wanted to answer her question, but Xie Xiaofeng obviously wanted to take Xuanyuan Jing's feelings into consideration, so she spoke in a somewhat stiff tone:

“No, it’s very beautiful.”

Hearing her speak, Xuanyuan Jing seemed to be relieved, and her expression became much more relaxed. Zhao Wenlong looked at Xie Xiaofeng, who looked a little uncomfortable, with a gentle face, and curled his lips with a smile.

Yan Wenmo knelt on the ground and cried for a long time. In the end, Yan Wenhe couldn't bear it and said helplessly:

"Get up, Daddy doesn't blame you anymore."

As he said this, he seemed to feel that this was not appropriate, and he subconsciously squatted down to help, but found that his hand actually passed directly through Yan Wenmo's arm without any hindrance.

He was already dead, without a body, and was just a spirit. How could he possibly lift someone up? Yan Wenhe stared blankly at his transparent hands, and then at his daughter kneeling on the ground. A feeling of powerlessness made him clench his fists inexplicably.

Yes, now he can no longer hold her, hug her, and lift her up as easily as he did when he was a child. It is already a blessing from God that he can see her.

Helpless, Yan Wenhe squatted quietly in front of her, silently stroking the top of her head with his hand, even though his eyes were already red.

This is his child, the fruit of his and his wife’s love. He has been pampered since childhood. He is a treasure that he is afraid of dropping if he holds it in his hands, and afraid of melting if he holds it in his mouth.

Now, she was crying so miserably and inconsolably in front of so many people. How much injustice must she have suffered to cry like this?

What a pity... What a pity that he, as a father, is useless and can't help at all. Otherwise, how could he let her suffer so much and cry like this.

At the same time, Yan Wenhe's wife, Yan Wenmo's mother Li Shuning also squatted down and spoke with a sad look to comfort him:

"Little Thirteen, don't be afraid. If you've been wronged, tell your mom and dad, okay?! Don't hold it in. What if you get sick?!"

As she spoke, she choked up and looked at Yan Wenmo with tears in her eyes as she continued to sob. She stroked her back gently, patted her soothingly, and whispered:

"Little Thirteen, how could your mother blame you? How could your father blame you? After what happened, we all know that you feel bad. The only thing to be thankful for is that you are still alive and we can still see you. But your parents feel bad when you are like this, Little Thirteen."

Not sure if he heard it or not, but Yan Wenmo gradually stopped crying, and then raised her head. Her eyes were filled with tears, just as Yan Wenhe remembered.

If there is any difference, it is that she is a little thinner than the little girl in my memory. I think if she takes more care of herself, she should be able to be the same as before.

Yan Wenhe looked at Yan Wenmo with amusement. He wanted to pick up a handkerchief to wipe Yan Wenmo's tears, but then he remembered his transparent hands. Li Shuning was smart enough to wrap her hands with telekinesis, pick up the handkerchief, and carefully wipe the tears and snot on her face, scolding:

"You are so old, but you still cry so much"

Although she was scolding him, her tone was doting. She looked at Yan Wenmo carefully and could not help but spoke softly:

"As expected of my little Thirteen, she's beautiful in every way."

Yan Wenmo was amused by her words, but his eyes were red again. Seeing her like this, Yan Wenhe shook his head helplessly, muttering in frustration:

"A loving mother often spoils her child. Just spoil her."

Although he said so, he still looked at Yan Wenmo carefully and warned:

"I'll ask your mother to... Forget it. Let the cook cook more meat dishes for you. Look how thin you have become."

As he spoke, he felt that meat and vegetables alone were not enough, so he immediately added:

"You've been picky about food since you were little. You don't like this or that. The cooks at home are changed every month. I get so worried sometimes. How big a family can afford to support someone like you?!"

Yan Wenmo didn't know how big the family was, but she knew that as long as she wanted, she could change the cook every day, not just every month.

Therefore, Yan Wenhe's worries were purely unnecessary. After a few people talked about some family matters, Yan Wenhe was attracted by Xiaoyaozi, who had been staring at him pitifully for a long time.

As a brother who has not seen each other for more than 20 years, Yan Wenhe always feels powerless towards his younger brother, as if he is flirting with a blind man.

However, my younger brother is unruly and freedom-loving by nature. Even if I advise him face to face, he will say one thing to your face and another behind your back. Over time, I can only let him be.

Now, seeing his brother looking at him expectantly, Yan Wenhe hesitated for a moment, then walked over with a helpless look on his face.

Xiaoyaozi came to see Yan Wenhe for three main reasons: first, the reason for the coming of the world-destroying calamity, second, their current situation, and third, he failed to protect his niece, so he came to receive punishment.

But to his surprise, Yan Wenhe's expression changed immediately after he finished the first thing.

Yan Wenhe, whose face changed, did not bother to discuss the matter of the apocalypse with Xiaoyaozi. Instead, he grabbed Jiang Zhenyun, who was still enjoying the loving relationship with Jiang Wenbai, and took him directly to Xiaoyaozi's residence.

Half an hour later, the entire Qianyang Sect became lively. In addition to Yan Wenmo and his group of young people, all the older and more prominent figures came out. Yan Wenmo subconsciously twitched his mouth at this exaggerated scene, and then covered his forehead, looked at his mother beside him and asked speechlessly:

"Mom, is Dad sick again?!"

There is a reason for saying this. I don't know if Yan Wenhe is used to attending court, so when something happens, he habitually starts discussing and making a decision with everyone.

Although this method is good, it seems a bit too grand to discuss trivial matters.

But Yan Wenhe just likes this way of solving problems, so much so that Yan Wenmo always feels that his father likes to have an attack of illness called family meetings.

Li Shuning couldn't help but look a little embarrassed by Yan Wenmo's complaints, but she still tried to make up for her husband:

"Your father has been staying in the Yan family for too long, and he's almost going crazy. Now that he's finally free, please be considerate and understanding."

Yan Wenmo can naturally understand, but whether others can understand depends on their awareness.

However, even if someone opposes, Yan Wenmo is not afraid. Daddy, you fly bravely, and I, your daughter, will always be with you. Whatever you do is right, and I will beat up anyone who dares to oppose.

On the other side, seeing that everyone was present, Yan Wenhe smiled at the supreme elder who was sitting on a high seat, then smiled at the elders, and finally winked at Jiang Zhenyun, meaning for him to start.

Jiang Zhenyun received the signal, and remembering the instructions from his cheap relative just now, he cleared his throat and spoke directly to everyone:

"We asked everyone to come here this time to discuss what we should do next! After all, the younger generations have taken over the important matters, and we, the elders, cannot sit idle. Let's see if we can help them solve some problems so that they can do their work without any worries."

In fact, what Xiaoyaozi said was more reliable than what Jiang Zhenyun said. However, Yan Wenhe was reluctant to let his brother down, so he had to let his in-laws down.