She raised her head, looked at the God of War, and asked with her beautiful eyes red: “You should be a high-level person in Yanxia Martial Arts. I just want to know, Ye Fan, did he really fall?”
“Please tell me the truth, is he still alive?”
The words are sad, full of anxiety and sorrow.
Facing Qiu Mucheng’s questioning, Ye Qingtian was silent.
This extremely powerful man showed such an embarrassed and entangled expression when facing a woman’s question for the first time.
For a long time, God of War shook his head, but after all he sighed.
“Miss Qiu, we really did our best.”
“However, I still didn’t find any trace of Ye Fan.”
“I would rather believe that he just lost contact and will come back soon.”
“But I don’t want to hide from you. Based on the clues we have now, it can basically be inferred that Ye Fan has fallen.”
“You mean it’s just an inference? In other words, he might still be alive, right? He might not be dead yet? He’s still alive~” Qiu Mucheng said again and again, the once calm girl.
At the moment, it seemed a bit gaffe and madness.
She kept repeating these words, but tears were falling uncontrollably.
Ye Qingtian didn’t know how to answer. He was silent for a long time, and finally turned around, turning his back to Qiu Mucheng and said, “Miss Qiu, I don’t want to give you unnecessary hope.”
“In this world, what is more tormenting than despair is perhaps the fruitless waiting and hope.”
Ye Qingtian spoke slowly, his words heavy and low.
My heart is full of self-blame and guilt.
At the beginning, if he had not come to invite Ye Fan, all these accidents would not have happened.
To a certain extent, it was Ye Qingtian who personally ruined a happy family.
Maybe it was Wuyan who faced Ye Fan’s relatives, and Ye Qingtian left after a short time here.
Before leaving, he left a word to Qiu Mucheng.
“I and Ye Fan are friends.”
“If you have any difficulties in the future, come to Yanjing to find me, and I will provide you with help within my power.”
After leaving Jiangdong, Ye Qingtian did not return to Yanjing.
But stepping on the sky, across the land of southern Tibet, straight into a foreign country.
No one knows, what is the purpose of this War God’s long journey?
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On the other side, Jiangbei Lu’s family.
After being sent back to the family, Lu Hua woke up soon after being treated.
After waking up, Lu Hua had no time to recuperate.
Dang Even ran out of bed, went straight into the depths of the family, and finally knelt down in front of Lu Songliang, the old man of the Lu family.
“Grandpa, I got into trouble, please, save my grandson.”
“Please, grandpa, save my grandson~”
Lu Hua bowed down on his knees, crying sadly.
In the words, there was panic.
“Why cry?”
“I, Lu Jiaerlang, stand upright.”
“Weeping and weeping, in what manner?”
“If you have anything, stand up and say.”
“Don’t panic, grandpa will take care of the big thing.”
“This hot summer is so big, there are no people who can’t fix things with Grandpa.”
Above the high hall, I think that the old man is full of youth and spirit.
If you only look at his appearance, no one can tell that the old man in front of you is already nearly 80 years old.
At this time, facing the panic and crying of his grandson, the old man said calmly.
Between the gestures, there was a strong sense of confidence and pride.
As the person on the list of Master Yan Xia, this Lu Songliang indeed has the capital of pride.
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