They arrived half a day later than the original plan. Although Xie Yandong and the rest did not know what had happened, they knew that something had definitely happened when they saw Little Qing Meng's pale little face.
"Meng 'er, what happened to you?"
Joan Of Arc and Yan Qing quickly approached her and looked at her nervously.
After checking that there were no injuries on her body, the two of them heaved a sigh of relief before looking at Fenghao.
"There was a small accident."
Fenghao had a bitter smile on his face. His heart ached for Little Qing Meng more than anyone else. But luckily, the matter was finally resolved. He had successfully escaped from the pursuit of the supreme tower spirit and escaped from this hopeless situation.
"Big Brother Hao, what happened? Could it be that you guys were intercepted by the Shaman Spirit Clan and the Wildflame Clan?"
Yan Qing couldn't help asking. She clenched her fists and bit her lower lip, causing it to turn a little pale.
Xie Yandong and the rest also quietly stood on the spot, waiting for Feng Hao's answer.
After all, in their view, this was the only accident that could have happened.
"No."
Feng Hao shook his head and sighed. "It's the Supreme Tower Spirit. I didn't predict its speed, so I couldn't get rid of it …"
He felt very guilty. This was all because he didn't consider everything thoroughly, causing Little Qing Meng to almost die together with him. If it wasn't for the morning mist, allowing Little Qing Meng to merge the poison into the mist, they might not have been able to escape the pursuit of the tower spirit.
"Then Meng 'er …"
Joan Of Arc's heart couldn't help tightening.
This wasn't a joke. If the poison didn't work, then Feng Hao and Yan Qing would have to face a Supreme Tower Spirit. To everyone, it was already a miracle that they could see them return safely.
"Don't worry, Meng 'er has just exhausted herself. She will recover after some rest."
Feng Hao forced a smile at her and did not continue. "Let's go back to the city."
He felt very tired. He had been trying his best to do something, but he couldn't do it. This time, Little Qing Meng suffered a certain amount of harm because of him.
If he couldn't even protect his own family, then what was the point of having a high cultivation level?
For Feng Hao, the level of his cultivation was not important. What was important was the safety of his family. Everything he did was for the safety of his family.
Seeing him like this, the crowd did not ask any more questions. Even the talkative Dragon Moon Pass sensed the unusual atmosphere and did not make any noise.
They were undoubtedly the group of people who understood Feng Hao the best. Looking at Feng Hao's face that had no will to fight, they could not help but sigh in their hearts.
They had never seen Feng Hao show such an expression. Even when he was in front of the Honorable Leader of the Celestial Organization in the Xuanming Heaven, he was still full of fighting spirit and was fearless.
However, at this time, he showed a cowardly side …
That's right, they could feel that Feng Hao was afraid. He was afraid that his family would be hurt, afraid that he would lose Little Qing Meng, and he hated that he did not have the ability to protect his family.
Joan Of Arc and Yan Qing wanted to share the burden, but they did not know how to speak at this time.
On the way back, Feng Hao did not speak. Along the way, he ruthlessly exploded the shells of the tower spirits and killed them.
Seeing them return, Gongsun Jing was a little surprised. After thinking for a while, he seemed to have guessed some of the things that would happen. Suddenly, his expression changed.
"I will bring Meng 'er to rest."
Leaving behind this sentence, Feng Hao did not say anything else. He pulled Little Qing Meng and walked towards their small courtyard.
Inside the room, Little Qing Meng was still lying on the bed with a pale face. Looking at Feng Hao, who had been waiting by her bedside, her heart was filled with warmth.
She had always felt Feng Hao's love for her. From the first time they met, she had already recognized Feng Hao in her heart, even if they were not related by blood.
"Daddy, Meng 'er is fine. I'm really fine. Meng' er feels much better now."
Little Qing Meng did not want to see her father collapse, so she tried her best to persuade him. However, the effect was minimal.
Although Feng Hao did not speak, she could feel Feng Hao's guilty heart.
"Daddy, did you know that when I met you in Nephrite City, I don't know why I fell in love with you. Because when I'm beside you, Meng 'er always feels warm and at ease … Meng' er knows that it's daddy's love for Meng 'er. Meng' er has always been able to feel it …"
Little Qing Meng kept murmuring. As she spoke, her voice sounded a little sobbing. Her big eyes were filled with a thick mist, and her pupils were a little red. Her nose twitched slightly.
She felt that she was blessed. She could never forget the scene when she met her father for the first time.
"Meng 'er, daddy is incompetent. I have wronged you."
Feng Hao held her little hand, not daring to look straight into her eyes. His nose was still a little sore.
"No, father, you've already done very well. Meng 'er feels that you shouldn't take all the blame by yourself. Besides, this isn't father's fault. If it wasn't for father, we might not have been able to come back, right?"
Little Qing Meng was a little emotional. She did not want to see her father become dispirited.
Her heart ached when she saw Feng Hao, who had always been full of confidence, become like this. She did not want to see Feng Hao like this.
Outside the door, Joan Of Arc and Yan Qing's eyes were also red, and tears flowed down their cheeks.
Feng Hao had never been defeated by anyone. Along the way, Feng Hao had encountered too many strong enemies. He had become stronger as he met the strong, and he had knocked down all the mountains in his path. He had never been dispirited, discouraged, or afraid until today.
But now, this giant had fallen. He had been knocked down by familial love.
This was his only weakness.
He was afraid. He was afraid of losing his family. He did not dare to risk his family's life, to gamble, to move forward.
"Daddy, listen to Meng 'er. In fact, every one of us is the same as daddy. We want to protect this family and protect everyone from harm. So, everyone is working hard. Mother, Mother Ling' er, Mother Qing 'er, Mother Yu Ning … They are all working hard. They all want to contribute to this family … So, daddy, do you understand? While you are worried about losing us, we are also worried about you …"
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