"Young master (brother), these two are..."

Ye Wudao hurriedly said: "They are the people we have been looking for, members of the Northern Expedition Army, the founding heroes of the Northern Xinjiang Army, Senior Song Dao and Fang Hongbin!"

The Kunlun God of War was obviously excited and hurriedly bowed to the two of them.

"Kunlun God of War belongs to Northern Xinjiang, I have seen the old senior!"

"Beijing belongs to Killing Wolf, and I have seen two seniors."

"Beijing belongs to Wuming, I have seen the old senior."

"..."

Song Dao and Fang Hongbin looked at several people with a look of relief: "It really is the back wave of the Yangtze River pushing the front wave, and one wave is stronger than the other."

"Now you are no less than we are now. Not bad, not bad, with you in the northern border, God blesses Daxia."

After chatting for a while, Ye Wudao saw that Song Dao and Fang Hongbin were a little weak, so he used the thirteen needles of Tian Luo to give them a simple acupuncture.

After the acupuncture, the two looked much better.

Ye Wudao said: "Let's go, let's talk while walking!"

Ye Wudao took them to the direction of Miao Village.

The sub-altar of the Yin Division was destroyed, and Ye Wudao was about to leave the Miao Village.

Before leaving, Ye Wudao was going to pass on the ancestors of Baimiao to Ruxue.

He is not an authentic Miao Village, and it is inconvenient to control the Bai Miao ancestors.

On the way, Ye Wudao said, "Mr. Song, what are your plans next?"

Song Dao said: "I was born in Northern Xinjiang, and died as a ghost in Northern Xinjiang. I will serve Northern Xinjiang all my life, and I hope that the young master can make it happen."

Ye Wudao nodded: "Mr. Song is so conscious and is a role model for my generation."

"By the way, Mr. Song, you still have a daughter in the mortal world, do you still remember?"

Song Dao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Ye Wudao emotionally: "Really, young master? Have you seen Qianqian?"

"How is Qianqian now? I... I'm sorry for her."

"When she was so young, how could I leave without saying goodbye? I... I have no face to see her."

When this tough guy mentioned his daughter, he couldn't help shedding a few tears.

Ye Wudao hurriedly said: "Senior, don't worry, not only does Qianqian blame you, but she has been looking for you all these years."

"It was also through Qianqian that I initially inquired about your information and rescued you from the cage."

Song Dao wiped away his tears: "Okay, okay. Young Master, I want to see Qianqian."

Ye Wudao nodded: "Yeah. Senior, your intention to serve Beijiang, I am in Beijiang."

"I think you owe Qianqian so much, and you should spend more time with her in your later years. Why don't you stay in everything and spend your old age in peace, okay?"

Song Dao became emotional: "No, no, young master, absolutely not."

"My life is given by the master, and my roots are in the northern border. Letting me leave the northern border is more painful than letting me die!"

All right!

Ye Wudao can fully understand Song Dao's mood at the moment.

Because of empathy, let Ye Wudao leave now, he would rather die.

After that, Ye Wudao looked at Fang Hongbin and hesitated several times.

Fang Hongbin's son, Fang Tianlai, is dead, and he still has a certain relationship with him.

If Fang Hongbin knew, he would definitely be heartbroken.

He didn't know if he should tell him or not.

Fang Hongbin noticed Ye Wudao's strangeness and said, "Young Master, do you have something to say to me?"

Ye Wudao nodded: "Senior, what happens next may hit you, you'd better prepare yourself mentally."

Fang Hongbin nodded solemnly: "Well, young master, you can say, I haven't seen any strong winds and waves for so many years, and there is really nothing that I can't bear."

Ye Wudao said, "Senior Fang, do you know that you have a son, Fang Tianlai?"

Fang Hongbin nodded.

Ye Wudao said: "Your son Fang Tianlai... passed away. It's my fault for not being able to protect him..." JrNovels.com