"Auntie, don't you know where Xiao Fan has gone?"

After a brief conversation, Xu Lei explained the intention.

But what Xu Lei didn't expect was that Ye Ximei didn't know Ye Fan's place.

"What about Yunzhou?"

"Didn't Xiao Fan brother go back?" Xu Lei asked softly again.

Ye Ximei shook her head, and the eyebrows quietly rose a little worry: "No. Mu Orange also called me a few days ago and asked Xiao Fan's whereabouts."

"She said, Xiao Fan hasn't contacted her for many days."

"Hey ~"

"You said Xiao Fan, this child, is so big, it won't worry about it."

"Even if there is something, I always call a phone call to the family."

Ye Ximei's words are worried.

When Xu Lei heard this, he frowned, and there was a bad premonition in his heart.

She understands Ye Fan's temperament. Her Xiao Fan brother is a very much person.

If there were no special reasons, he could not suddenly disappear.

Is there something wrong with Xiao Fan?

Xu Lei's thoughts were so thought, but still softly persuaded Ye Ximei: "Auntie, don't worry too much."

"Brother Xiao Fan is not an ordinary person, it will not happen."

"I guess, what's delayed."

"Let's go out to find Xiao Fan brother, you are at home and wait for news."

"Well, Lei Lei, there are many things in the company. This thing can only trouble you first. If you have the news of Xiao Fan, tell me the first time." Ye Ximei instructed.

Later, Xu Lei left Mu Fan Group and called around to ask Ye Fan's whereabouts.

In Xu Lei's view, Ye Fangui is the respect of Jiangdong, and the words and deeds have attracted much attention. The leaders of Jiangdong will definitely have the news of Ye Fan.

However, when Xu Lei was inquiring about Ye Fan's direction around.

Jiangdong, the bank of the Yellow River, an old man stands down and looks at the sky.

In front of him, the rolling river water, if the horses that were taken off, rolled down.

The thick sound of the waves, like a stuffy thunder echo, trembling the Quartet field.

Looking at the world in front of him, the old man was lost.

In the turbid old eyes, if you see the years in the past.

After a moment, the old man suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the river in front of him: "Yueer, you know, how does this 100 -meter river channel come?"

Yingyue Yingyue looked at it, guessing: "It should be followed in ancient times."

The old man shook his head: "No."

"Instead, that year, it was opened by a sword of the teacher."

What?

In the words of Wangyuehe, the shocking Hill Palace Yingyue couldn't help but take a breath.

A pair of jade hands, covered with red lips.

"This ..."

"Is this true?"

In the eyes of Yingyue Yingyue in the Horiya, it seemed that her teacher had emerged, and the majesty of the heavenly river opened.

"Unfortunately, when I looked at the Moon River, a sword could break the mountains and rivers, but I couldn't break his life."

Between sigh, Wangyuehe suddenly raised his head and looked at the direction of Yanjing.

"Thirty years, Ye Qingtian, I Wang Yuehe is back again!"

"Thirty years ago, you and I were here."

"My swordsmanship did not complete that year, and I lost a trick."

"This time, I went to Huaxia again, and after I was settled, I went to find you."

"I just don't know. Today, you still have the name of the God of War?"

Huo ~

The cold wind is stunned, and the horrible waves are surging.

The galloping turbid waves are rolling east.

Later, Wangyuehe turned suddenly and walked away.

"Go, Yueer."

"Go to me for the meeting, the young master."
Chapter completed!