"Your subordinate accepts the order."
Zhao Kun didn't even look at A'Jiu, who was holding her mother. The moment he stood up.
The sky was painted with rich red clouds, and the guards instinctively retreated:
"You all protect the imperial carriage."
More than ten people separated and escorted the old man away.
For a moment, A'Jiu closed her eyes. The remaining guards were sure to be as strong as she had seen them before.
"A'Jiu... do you miss me?"
A pair of hands were placed on her head. A'Jiu lowered the hands covering her eyes and looked up.
Tuoba Yan, with his smiling face, seemed like a lifetime ago.
"Jiu'er, what's wrong? Don't you like my clothes?"
A'Jiu then noticed his attire. He was clad in silver armor, and an aura of power and coldness instantly emanated from it.
"You... why did you only come now?" A'Jiu, without thinking, threw herself into Tuoba Yan's embrace:
"They said you were a demon."
Tuoba Yan was taken aback by this sudden action:
"So what if I'm a demon? Little Jiu'er, I only just returned home, and you're already worrying me."
A'Jiu suddenly felt as though she had slept for a long time. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a dilapidated beam, with cobwebs filling her vision.
She sat up abruptly: "Mother!"
"Good girl, your mother is fine."
A face came into view: "You are..." A'Jiu felt as if she had been dreaming.
Tuoba Yan smiled: "I'm Little Yan Yan, did you get scared silly?"
A'Jiu scratched her head in confusion. Looking again, it was indeed Tuoba Yan: "You... didn't you go home?"
My heavens, when did that just happen? She felt like it was a dream.
But the memory was still vivid. How did she feel Tuoba Yan appear from the red light?
This...
A'Jiu couldn't find a satisfactory explanation for herself. She pinched her brow and looked at Tuoba Yan again.
He was still smiling foolishly like before, his hand stroking her head to comfort her.
"I felt you missed me, so I came back."
He continued to smile foolishly.
A'Jiu's face heated up, and she quickly changed the subject.
"Where's my mother?" A'Jiu quickly got up, only to realize they were in a dilapidated temple, so broken that it lacked a roof.
"Here." Tuoba Yan pointed to Cai Lihua's body.
A'Jiu pounced forward with a cry: "Mother, Mother... talk to me, just say something."
"Jiu'er..."
"Mother..." A'Jiu suddenly sat up, frantically taking out her needle bag to prick her mother. Not a single drop of blood emerged from her ear.
"Mother, Mother..." She knew only the dead couldn't bleed.
A'Jiu stared blankly at Cai Lihua's body and murmured:
"Mother, weren't you going to fatten me up? You're such a good cook, just try a little harder... just a little bit, I want to eat your cooking... even coarse grain biscuits are fine." httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"General, perhaps..." Outside the temple with no doors, Zhao Kun glanced sadly at A'Jiu, then at Tuoba Yan.
Tuoba Yan waved his hand.
Zhao Kun respectfully withdrew.
Because A'Jiu was learning her grandmother's methods, she sat cross-legged, gathered spiritual energy into her palm, and pressed it against her mother's abdomen.
Waves of heat surged into Cai Lihua's dan tian.
Sparingly, like bubbles on the surface of water, they exploded silently, disintegrated, and then surged through Cai Lihua's body with the spiritual energy.
Cai Lihua's wounds began to fuse before their eyes.
A'Jiu stared, heavens, spiritual energy had such powerful and miraculous effects. No wonder Grandma practiced Qi cultivation without eating, drinking, or sleeping.
"Whoa, Little Jiu'er, you're awesome." Tuoba Yan paused beside her, giving a thumbs-up: "It looks like I won't have to be afraid of blood anymore."
A'Jiu glanced up at Tuoba Yan, her eyes devoid of kindness. Didn't this simpleton see that her mother had almost died? Couldn't he at least not smile so happily?