Only after the others had gone far away did Sun Duhe and Yan Tao nervously poke their heads out of the window.
"Holy shit, that father-in-law of yours is something else! Just like my old man-once matters of family and country are involved, he won't give an inch! He'll fight even if it kills him!"
Lian Youming shook his head. National enmity, a family blood feud, a clan nearly wiped out-how could it be simple?
He was not someone who failed to appreciate kindness.
The old man had scolded him openly, but underneath, he was worried. He had also meant to bolster Lian Youming's spirit and relieve him of worries about those behind him.
But the scolding had been justified too.
"It seems that even going through hundreds or thousands of reincarnations in dreams still can't compare to living through reality once!"
He opened the two wooden boxes in his hands, and a faint medicinal fragrance immediately wafted out.
Inside were actually two sixth-grade old ginseng roots, complete with arms and legs and winding rootlets.
Besides those, Lian Youming opened his right hand. Resting in his palm was none other than the Twenty-One-Eye Dzi Bead.
Yan Lingyun had slipped it to him just now.
He put everything away, turned, and went inside.
But the moment he entered, his face darkened. The stove was completely bare. Never mind the dishes-even the soups and broths had been taken away by Yan Guangming and Yan Zhaomei.
Even the shrimp dumplings and egg rolls made last night had all been packed up.
"I'm leaving Xiao Shuang in your care! Just tell her I have something to attend to and will be away for a while. If you really can't keep it from her, tell her about my situation. You can tell her the whole