If there is no very special reason, it is impossible for him to disappear suddenly.

Did brother Xiaofan have an accident?

Xu Lei thought so in her heart, but she still persuaded Ye Ximei softly, "Aunt Mei, don't worry too much."

"Brother Xiaofan is not an ordinary person, nothing will happen."

"I guess it was delayed by something."

"How about this, I'll go out and look for Brother Xiaofan, you can stay at home and wait for the news."

"Well then, Lei Lei, there are many things in the company, so I can only trouble you with this matter first. If you have news about Xiao Fan, you must let me know immediately." Ye Ximei instructed.

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

From Xu Lei's point of view, Ye Fangui is the honor of Jiangdong, and his words and deeds attract people's attention. Those leading figures in Jiangdong will definitely have news of Ye Fan.

However, when Xu Lei was asking about Ye Fan's whereabouts.

In Jiangdong, on the banks of the Yellow River, an old man stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the sky in the distance.

In front of him, the rolling river was rolling and tossing like a runaway wild horse.

The sound of the thick waves, like the reverberation of thunder, trembled in all directions of the wilderness.

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

In the cloudy old eyes, it seems to see the past.

After a while, the old man suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the river in front of him, "Yue'er, do you know how the 100-meter river in front of you came from?"

Suzumiya Yingyue took a look and guessed, "It should have been inherited from ancient times."

The old man shook his head, "No."

"It was opened by Shi Yijian back then."

What?

What Wang Yuehe said made Suzumiya Yingyue gasp in shock.

A pair of jade hands lightly covered her red lips.

"This this"

"This is real?"

Suddenly, Liang Gong Yingyue seemed to have appeared in front of her eyes the majestic figure of her teacher who opened Tianhe with a sword.

"It's a pity that when I looked at the Moon River back then, a sword could cut mountains and rivers, but it couldn't kill his life."

While sighing, Wang Yuehe suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Yanjing.

"Thirty years, Ye Qingtian, I, Wangyuehe, are back!"

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

"I didn't succeed in swordsmanship back then, so I lost one move." JrNovels.com