Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter-Chapter 907 - 906 Tired Heart Injured Can Return At Any

Chapter 907: Chapter 906: Tired Heart, Injured, Can Return At Any Time_1

Chapter 907: Chapter 906: Tired Heart, Injured, Can Return At Any Time_1

The Ginseng Spirit’s tendrils excitedly waved around as its eyes gleamed, “If you nurture it once a day, the sprouts will grow up quickly.”

“My mana is limited. I can’t nurture the seeds for an extended period.”

Shibao chuckled as he poured cold water on the idea, “To accelerate the growth of the sprouts, it’s still necessary for the Master to comprehend the Profound Truth of Wood and personally cast the spell.”

“Breaking through the soil is good enough for now.”

Lin Qingluo’s eyes shone with joy and astonishment as he doted on the Stele spirit, his heart full of tenderness.

*

Ye Qingying was a young girl with a blossoming heart; she fell in love with Lin Jinlong at first sight.

Ever since learning that he had developed Spirit Roots and was extraordinary, she became restless, losing her appetite for food and drinks. In just two days, she noticeably lost weight.

Three days later, she finally gathered the courage to kneel before her parents.

Ye Qinghan was heartbroken for his sister and also knelt down with her.

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The determined expressions on the siblings intimidated Mr. and Mrs. Ye, and Madam Ye almost fainted from the shock, unable to catch her breath.

After learning the true situation, the couple silently agreed after a long pause, their heads lowered in resignation.

“Qingying, you’re grown up now and have your own pursuits. Your parents don’t want to be an obstacle in your life.”

Ye Fengmian helped his beloved daughter of fifteen years stand up, his words carrying true weight.

“At the same time, you must remember that the Ye Mansion is your home and that your parents are your closest relatives. Whenever you’re tired or hurt, you can always come back.”

“Father, Mother, thank you.”

Ye Qingying’s eyes filled with tears as she hugged her parents tightly, tears of joy rolling down her cheeks.

*

That night, in the quiet, deserted garden of Ye Mansion, Lin Qingluo took out two Psychic Fruits with intertwined black and white patterns from his Storage Ring and placed them in the palms of Ye Qinghan and Ye Qingying.

“After consuming the Psychic Fruit, you will feel a burning sensation. Brother Lan and I will protect you. With us here, there’s no need to be nervous or scared. Just grit your teeth and endure the night.”

“We’ll keep that in mind.”

Ye Qinghan and Ye Qingying exchanged glances before putting the Psychic Fruits into their mouths and swallowing without hesitation.

“Sit cross-legged, clear your mind, and don’t think about anything. Try to keep your brain in a void state.”

Lin Qingluo and Mo Canglan sat on either side of the siblings, one to the left and one to the right.

“Alright.”

The siblings obediently sat down, imitating Lin Qingluo’s posture and trying to keep their bodies steady.

It wasn’t long before Ye Qinghan’s legs were numb and sore from sitting, and he suddenly fell over with a yelp.

Mo Canglan blinked helplessly, resignedly stood up, walked over, and helped him up.

“Hehe.”

Ye Qinghan smiled awkwardly, “Brother Lan, you guys are amazing. Sitting cross-legged all this time; don’t your legs hurt?”

“Sit down properly.”

Mo Canglan darkened his face and scared him, “If your posture is wrong, the Spirit Roots won’t grow. It’ll be too late to regret.”

“Oh, I’ll sit down. I’ll sit properly.”

Ye Qinghan was genuinely frightened. Enduring the pain, he sat down cross-legged again.

Mo Canglan’s lips slightly curved. Not long after, they heard another wail from Ye Qinghan as he collapsed again.

“I can’t do it! My legs are too sore and numb! I can’t bear it!”

This time, Ye Qinghan refused to get up off the ground.

“Sigh.”

Lin Qingluo helplessly rubbed his temple, looking amused at his clowning cousin. He mentally communicated with Mo Canglan, “Brother Lan, don’t bother with him anymore. Just let him keep his mouth shut.”

“Okay.”

Mo Canglan glanced at Ye Qingying, who clenched her teeth and remained silent, understanding the situation. He went over to Ye Qinghan and patiently explained things to him once more.