"Jianjian, I'm fine, don't worry!" Lin Fengrou still comforted her son in this way. But looking at her son's injuries, she couldn't help but worry, "How are you?"
"I'm fine, mother. I'm sorry, it's my fault, I didn't listen to you both and brought these villains into our home!" Xiao Jian, after all, was only eleven years old. Besides cursing the villains, he didn't know what else to say.
Diao Yihou was holding Lin Fengrou, in fact, it was more like restraining her so she couldn't run around. Xiao Jian stood with his sword, confronting Diao Yihou, while behind Xiao Jian were those whom he had fought with, injured all over, and Diao Yihou's subordinates holding swords at Xiao Jian.
Both sides began a full confrontation.
At such a young age, Xiao Jian could only silently scream in his heart, "Father, come back quickly, come save mother and my brother."
