Confiscated and exiled?Phew, I emptied the warehouse first

Chapter 162 Breaking the Ice
Yan Ming's frightened pupils reflected the shadow of the gangster.

I saw the delicate sickle in Yan Congkuan's hand stuck in the gangster's heart.

Warm blood flowed from the gangster's heart and dripped down Yan Congkuan's hands.

Drops of rain fell on Yan Ming.

It scared him to death. It scared him to death. At that moment, he thought his son had been killed by gangsters.

At that moment, he felt like a piece of his heart was missing, as if he was about to lose the most precious thing in the world.

Fear and helplessness surrounded him.

The moment he saw Yan Congkuan, he felt that the temperature of his whole body was rising, as if he encountered the warm sun in the cold winter.

It's okay, Kuan'er is okay, great, Kuan'er is okay.

He kept repeating this sentence in his mind, not even knowing how to react.

Yan Congkuan was still struggling to pull out the sickle, but the situation was too urgent just now, and he almost used all his strength to plunge the sickle into the gangster's body.

At this moment, he felt weak all over, and the sickle was stuck in the gangster's body and could not be pulled out.

The feeling of the knife tip piercing the flesh passed through his palm to his heart.

Originally, he held the sickle in front of him to deal with Tang Si.

Although he shouted in his heart to kill Tang Si, in fact Yan Congkuan was just emboldening himself. An eight-year-old child didn't even know what it felt like to hit someone with a knife.

When Tang Si rushed over with the gangsters, there was no pause at all.

Yan Congkuan hesitated whether to swing the sickle.

Unexpectedly, Tang Si was tripped, and not only that, but also used his unfulfilled father as a target.

The gangster's knife was about to chop off his father.

If this knife really cuts down, his father will definitely be in trouble.

Although his father was a bad person before, Yan Ming knew the danger just now and really wanted to take care of him and his mother.

Perhaps it was an instinctive reaction, Yan Congkuan did not hesitate to run, and the sickle directly penetrated the gangster's heart.

The gangster never thought that he would fall into the hands of a child.

When he was dying, his face was full of disbelief.

Just... just... dead?
Yan Ming suddenly stepped forward and held Yan Congkuan in his arms.

Only when he felt Yan Congkuan's body temperature did he know that his Kuan'er was really fine.

Thank goodness.

Not only was everything fine, Kuan'er also killed the gangster.

His son saved him.

The feeling of regaining something was constantly washing over his brain and stimulating his tear ducts.

By the time he reacted, his face was already wet.

Because he had killed someone, Yan Congkuan was at a loss when his father's breath came around him, and that feeling made him feel safe.

Suddenly, most of that hatred dissipated.

At least, his father was still on their side when it came to life and death.

In other words, his father is not completely hopeless.

but……

Yan Congkuan gets angry when he thinks of the past.

He shrugged and tried to push Yan Ming away. He was almost choked by Yan Ming.

Why are you holding him so tightly?

Yan Congkuan had a straight face and said in a somewhat impatient voice: "Strangle me to death, get out!"

Yan Ming said flatteringly: "Song, Song, Song, let go now."

He reluctantly let go of his hand, and when he hugged his son, he felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment. Why didn't he feel it before?

No, he had felt it before.

He was looking forward to the birth of his son, and he thought he was very good to his son, but lard had deceived him, and he would acquiesce in letting his son suffer as long as it involved matters related to his eldest son.

Not only that, he completely gave up on his son and ignored him completely after his son became crazy.

Just because his son has become another stain on his mind in Dafang.

Listening to Dafang's various slanderous words about his son every day, he gradually felt that it was his son's problem that his son was stupid.

It was his son who felt sorry for him.

Now that I think about it, he's really a jerk.They say don’t do to others what you don’t want others to do to you. How much better is what he did to his son than what Dafang did to him?

Therefore, he must make up for his mistakes.

No matter what his son's attitude is towards him, he deserves it.

Yan Ming rubbed his hands cautiously and turned to hug Wang Feng.

"You were frightened just now, but you're fine now."

What just happened happened in a flash of lightning. Wang Feng felt as if his brain was short-circuited.

Her heart felt like a roller coaster, falling to the bottom in an instant, and being thrown into the air in an instant. She almost felt that her heart had stopped.

It wasn't until Yan Ming held her in his arms that she felt that what happened just now was real.

His husband was almost killed by gangsters.

His son killed the gangster.

And the dark circles under Tang Si's eyes told her that she was right, Yan Ming just punched Tang Si.

This punch seemed to break Wang Feng's frozen heart.

She always felt a little sweet in her heart.

She didn't even know why she thought this way.

She clearly deserves to be blamed and hated, and she even slapped Yan Ming hard to relieve her anger, but now she only feels that the years are peaceful and good.

At an inopportune time.

She even felt in her heart that even if she was killed by the gangsters at this time, their family would still be able to be together.

However, feeling sweet in your heart does not mean forgiveness.

Wang Feng shook his body and turned his head away from him.

Yan Mingming couldn't notice these little moves before, but now he actually thinks they are so cute.

It seemed that everything was back to when he and Wang Fengchu met.

very nice.

Yan Congkuan stood up the machete that the gangster had dropped on the ground.

Give it to Yan Ming.

"Take it!"

"Hey, good." Yan Ming felt sweet in his heart.

At least his son never wanted to look at him, but now he is willing to talk to him.

Although what he said was just a few words, and his tone was very bad, he just felt very happy.

"Kill!" Yan Congkuan still had a cold face and spoke concisely.

Very simple, just kill.

No matter how bad his father is, he is still an adult man. Although his legs and feet are not good, he can still be of some use with a big knife in his hand.

Then Yan Congkuan looked at his mother with a smile as if he had changed his face: "Mom, the Wang family needs help. That guy and I will go and come back. You take care of yourself."

He has observed that the current situation can be supported by his uncle and aunt.

The Wang family has suffered heavy losses, and it is the Wang family that they should help.

Once the Wang family loses, the first person to bear the brunt will be the Yan family's eldest family or their second family.

That guy obviously meant Yan Ming.

But Yan Ming just smiled stupidly.

What kind of gangster is not a gangster? His son's words are now like "imperial edict". He must be responsible for everything.

Wang Feng nodded.

She was very reluctant to give up, and she even knew what her husband and son were going to face.

But she could only agree at this time.

Yan Congkuan looked at Zhang Guilan again. Before he could speak, Zhang Guilan also puffed out his chest: "Let's go together."

Yan Congling held up a big kitchen knife: "And me."

At this time, Yan Congkuan didn't care so much anymore. It was always good to have one more person to help.

Zhang Guilan emphasized: "No matter what situation you encounter, saving your life is the most important thing, you know?"

Several people nodded and rushed to the Wang family's array together.

(Author: There is another chapter around 12:30, so you don’t have to wait.)
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