Meng Shengnan took out his mobile phone and made a call.
The call was connected quickly.
Meng Shengnan: "Young Master, I'm not doing well, I was captured by the enemy, and I'm willing to be punished."
There was silence on the phone.
After a while, an ethereal girl's voice came: "Men, I'll send someone to save you right away."
"Tell the other party that if you die, his family will be destroyed. If you live, we will give it to you."
Meng Shengnan said, "Young master, he asked me to tell you something."
"In the night, the mountain village is quiet, the clear light shines on the bamboo forest, by the stream...what's going on by the stream?"
Unexpectedly, Shaodong's family suddenly became excited: "I hear birds chirping by the stream, who does my sister know?"
Meng Shengnan nodded immediately: "Yes, yes, that's all."
"Which poet wrote this? How come I've never heard of it before."
Shaodong's family shouted excitedly: "It's the master, this is the master's creation."
"There are only three people in the world who know this poem, one master, one me, and the other..."
"Man, who told you this poem? Is his surname Ye?"
Meng Shengnan was dumbfounded: "Yes, his surname is indeed Ye, and his name is Ye Wudao..."
Shaodong's house shouted: "Quick, give the call to the master."
Master!
Meng Shengnan's eyes almost fell: "Young Master, you said... You said that the surnamed Ye is our master?"
Shaodong's family said: "That's right, it's the master."
Meng Shengnan took a deep breath: "You made a mistake, you must have made a mistake, young master. This guy is only about thirty years old..."
Young Master: "What does this have to do with age? You forgot, our master is only in his twenties."
Meng Shengnan thought thoughtfully: "That's right."
She confusedly handed the phone to Ye Wudao: "Here, you pick it up."
Ye Wudao took the phone with a complicated mood.
"Hey……"
As soon as he said a word, there was a loud bang from the opposite side.
"Disciple Sun Nangong Yunyue, knocking on the patriarch."
Ye Wudao: "No gift."
"All these years, your master Xiaomo is okay."
Meng Shengnan shivered all over.
Xiaomo?
That's the chief's nickname.
In the world, no one dared to call her by her nickname...
Is this guy really my master?
Meng Shengnan was a little broken.
Young Master Nangong Yunyue said, "Returning to Shizu, Shifu has not had a good time these years."
"Since you left without saying goodbye last time, the master has been sending people to look for you, but it has been fruitless for many years."
"Master fell ill from lovesickness, and was unhappy all day. Finally, he retired to the mountains and forests, and did not care about world affairs. He even nearly became a nun several times."
"Master, if you don't come back, I'm worried that Master won't be able to hold on..."
Ye Wudao sighed: "Tell your master, I will visit her in a few days."
"Forget it, don't tell her my information, lest she come to me. I'll go see her when I have time."
"Now, I'm in a little trouble and need Meng Shengnan's help."
Nangong Yunyue said solemnly: "Master, please turn on the amplification."
Ye Wudao turned on the amplifier.
Nangong Yunyue: "Meng Shengnan obeyed the order and did his best to cooperate with the work of the master. He spared no effort in his death.
Meng Shengnan still wanted to make his last struggle: "Young Master, could it be that you have made a mistake? Let me tell you, this Ye Wudao is a soft meal..."
Nangong Yunyue: "Men, don't force me to release the Black Feather Order..."
Come on, for Ye Wudao's sake, the young master even moved out Hei Yuling. It seems that this fact is not acceptable.
She lowered her head in frustration: "Meng Shengnan took the order."
Nangong Yunyue wanted to say something to Ye Wudao, but was hung up by Ye Wudao.
Then, the scene was deadly quiet. JrNovels.com