A passenger plane landed slowly. After sliding for a distance, the cabin door opened and passengers in the cabin came out one after another.
Ye Junlang is among them, but he is the only one.
He asked Dan Tai brothers and sisters, Gu Chen, Ji Zhitian and others to return to the Babiya Town stronghold first, and he came to New York alone with the purpose of exploring the whereabouts of Modelite.
It has been three months since he was unable to contact Modellie, and Ye Junlang is somewhat worried.
However, he was not worried about the dangers of Modelite. After all, with Modelite's life experience and the mysterious ancient martial arts father standing behind her, there must be no problem with personal safety.
Ye Junlang just wanted to confirm Modelli's current situation so that he could feel at ease.
No matter what, Modellite was an extremely important woman to him.
Without Modelite's help, Ye Junlang would not be able to set up a devil army factory in Babya Town, nor would there be a stronghold in Babya Town. Without the weapons she provided, the Satan Legion would not have won the previous key battles.
Ye Junlang knew that Modelite had a single-family villa on Long Island, New York. He had been here before and was still with Dan Tai Mingyue.
After walking out of the airport, Ye Junlang took a taxi directly to Long Island, New York.
An hour and a half drive, Ye Junlang took a taxi to Long Island, New York. He still remembered the villa where Modelliti was, and the car stopped slowly in front of the villa.
Ye Junlang got out of the car and saw that the hollowed-out iron-shan door of the villa was closed tightly. The villa also seemed deserted and there seemed to be no one living there.
Ye Junlang still pressed the doorbell and pressed it again and again.
Finally, a maid in her forties came out. Ye Junlang took a look and felt a little impressed. He had seen this maid last time when he came here.
"You ask who are you looking for..." The maid spoke. She looked at Ye Junlang, then remembered something, and asked in a uncertain tone, "Are you Mr. Ye?"
Ye Junlang smiled and said, "I have been here once before, but I didn't expect you to remember me. I came to find Modelite. Has she been living here recently?"
The maid opened the door and said enthusiastically: "Mr. Ye invites you inside. The lady said that Mr. Ye is a distinguished guest. If you come, you must treat him well."
Ye Junlang was not polite, he walked into the villa.
The maid continued, "Miss hasn't come back to live for a long time. The last time she came back was three months ago."
"Three months ago?"
Ye Junlang's face was stunned. It happened that he and Modelite had been missing for about three months.
So, three months ago, Modelite lived here, and something happened later. Where did she go? Or what did she do?
At this time, the maid had already led Ye Junlang into the villa and brought a cup of black tea as Ye Junlang ordered.
"Modelit left here three months ago? Did she say where she was going before leaving?"
Ye Junlang drank a sip of black tea and asked calmly.
The maid recalled it and finally said, "I remember that the lady seemed a little hurried that day, as if she had received something temporarily and packed her luggage... By the way, before leaving, the lady said that her father was looking for her, and said that she might not come back to live for a while."
"Her father is looking for her?"
Ye Junlang's eyes flashed with a splendor.
The maid nodded and said in a affirmative tone: "Yes, the lady said this before leaving. But I didn't explain the details in detail. I only know that it was her father who was looking for her, and there might be something urgent."
Ye Junlang nodded. He had basically confirmed that Modelite's father was an ancient martial arts master from the holy land of the European Gods. Three months ago, it was probably a great change in the world, and the new martial arts era was not long before.
At this critical moment, Modelite's father summoned his daughter. Does this have any profound meaning?
In fact, when Ye Junlang learned that Modelite was summoned by her father, he felt relieved and no longer worried about Modelite's safety.
He suspected that Modellite might have been in the holy land of the gods that his father had been to, which caused several months of missing contact.
As for what purpose Modelite's father was for, Ye Junlang didn't know yet. In short, Modelite's father would definitely not have any malice towards his daughter.
On the contrary, it may be because of the arrival of the new martial arts era that Modelite's father also wanted to do something so that Modelite could survive better.
After confirming that Modelite had nothing to do, Ye Junlang relaxed and chatted with the maid.
Finally, the maid said, "Mr. Ye, do you need to live here for a while?"
"No, no need. Since Modellie is not here, I am ready to leave now. I still have a lot of things to deal with. If Modellie comes back, I will tell you and I'll come to find her." Ye Junlang smiled.
"Okay, I will convey it truthfully." said the maid.
Ye Junlang nodded, he stood up, bid farewell to the maid, and prepared to take the plane to Mexico that day, and then return to Babya Town.
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The holy land of the gods.
This is a small world isolated from the world. There are magnificent and ancient buildings standing in the holy land. You can see some warriors walking around.
The entire holy land is filled with a pure and rich spiritual energy, which looks holy and mysterious, and is faintly shrouded in a divine power.
To the south, deep in a magnificent hall, there is a cultivation room inside.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
A knock came from the door of the training room, followed by a sound: "Let me out, I don't want to practice anymore... I'm hungry, I want to eat, let me out quickly!"
In the training room, I saw a Western beauty with long golden hair, delicate and beautiful face, and blue eyes as blue as the sea. She was wearing a black training suit, outlining her extremely sexy and mature curves, making people feel excited for her at a glance.
At this time, she was constantly slapping the door of the training room, trying to leave here.
This is exactly the military-industrial boss Modellite.
Modellite's cry was responded to, and a servant's voice sounded outside the cultivation room, and the other party said, "Miss, are you hungry? I'll bring you food now."
"I--"
When Modeliti heard such a response, he was so angry that he couldn't speak.
Am I hungry?
I want to go out, I want you to open this damn door for me, okay?
Modelli thought in frustration.
In fact, the environment in the cultivation room is excellent, with hundreds of square meters of space, beds for rest, and bathrooms. As for food... there are a lot of snacks in the cultivation room, and even some alien fruits that emit rich pure energy.
Modellie didn't have any worries about food. She just wanted to leave here. She didn't want to practice anymore. She wanted to regain her previous freedom.