Chapter 1840: Chapter 1820: Lin Yan Story Part 4_1 Chapter 1840: Chapter 1820: Lin Yan Story Part 4_1 Ye Feng was just in the middle of carrying a young man into the yard. He gave his wife a glance, and sneaked into the side room with the boy on his back.

Xie Ying’s breath hitched. She remained shocked for a few seconds before quickly calming her mind. She acted as if nothing had happened, retreated from the drape and went back to the main room.

“Mother, what’s wrong?”

“Did Father come back?”

The two sons attentively put down their chopsticks, turned their heads, and looked at her.

“Nothing, eat your food.”

Xie Ying didn’t say much. She took out a medical box from a bedside, holding it with one hand, she went out again.

“What’s Mother carrying the medical box for?”

“Let’s go and see.”

Ye Zilin and Ye Zimo looked at each other, then hopped down from the bed at the same time.

“Brother, I want to go too.”

The little girl also used her short legs to slide down from the bed.

“Brother will carry you there.”

Ye Zilin bent down to lift his sister, tiptoeing, stealthily moved to the door.

“Wait for me.”

Ye Zimo, following his example, scampered along behind.

The brothers lifted the drape and peeked into the side room.

The side room was very dark, with only one faint lamp. The subtle sounds of their parents’ conversation filtered over.

The little girl’s ears moved slightly; she was listening very carefully.

Brothers Ye Zilin and Ye Zimo were not as intuitively aware as their sister; they could only hear snippets.

The brothers, unsatisfied, stepped over the threshold and sneaked towards the side room.

“Snap.”

Ye Zilin was using his hand to shield his sister from the rain. He didn’t see where he was going and stepped on a dried twig, breaking it.

“Who’s there?”

Ye Feng shouted, a flash of his sword light, and he was instantly outside the room.

“Father, it’s me.”

Ye Zilin got a fright. Holding his little sister, he took several steps back.

“It’s you guys.”

Seeing the three children clearly, Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief, then his face grew stern again. In a stern voice, he reprimanded, “It’s raining, don’t run around holding your sister, go back quickly.”

“Daddy, hug.”

The little girl stretched out her small arms, calling her daddy sweetly.

Ye Feng held his breath, instantly his stern face softened, he quickly came forward and took the girl from her brother.

“Daddy, look for Mommy.”

The little girl twisted her small body in his arms, pointing at the side room.

“Mommy is treating someone.”

Ye Feng didn’t want his daughter to see bloody wounds, so subconsciously rejected, “Ziyan, be a good girl, let’s go back to the room with Daddy.”

“Daddy.”

The little girl twisted her small body, sweetly calling for daddy.

“Ah.”

Ye Feng was locked in a stare-off with his daughter for a few seconds, eventually losing and in a few strides, carrying his daughter, he stepped through the doorway.

Ye Zilin and Ye Zimo also seized the opportunity to sneak to the entrance and peek inside the room.

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On the kang in the side room, there was an injured youth. A sword pierced through his left rib, bleeding incessantly.

He had a very strong will. There was no anesthesia for the suturing of the wound; the unbearable pain made him grit his teeth without making a sound.

Ye Feng carried his daughter into the room and walked straight to the youth’s bedside.

The young man gasped weakly and glanced at the little girl cradled in his arms. His eyes flashed slightly, revealing a trace of surprise.

“Brother.”

Looking at the youth with his waist and abdomen bleeding and wrapped in bandages, the little girl blinked her long, thick eyelashes, poked her head out of her father’s arms, and sweetly called out “brother.”

The young man was stunned, looking at the adorable little girl, Yuxue. He thought of his own family, and the suppressed sorrow burst out at the moment. Tears involuntarily blurred his eyes.

“Brother, don’t cry.”

The little girl was twisting her small body, struggling to get out of her father’s arms, climbing over to the young man. She extended her little hand and lightly patted his left rib.

It seemed like a casual movement, but it actually hid something profound.

A pure stream of Wood Attribute Spirit Power overflowed from the palm of her hand and quietly dripped into the wound.