There was a photo of a pretty girl posted on the title page of the diary. Ye Mo could vaguely tell that it was the former Sister Yan, and even Ye Mo felt that she was not much different from now. On the right side of the title page of the diary was written seven
The first word is "Yin Qingyan's Diary", the handwriting is beautiful and delicate.
Yin Qingyan? Is this Sister Yan's name? Ye Mo suddenly remembered that she told him that her mother's name was Yin Qingcheng. Could it be that she was his aunt? Ye Mo frowned, if Sister Yan was his aunt,
Did she go a little too far with her actions?
Although it doesn't matter if the aunt and niece marry the same person at the same time in Luoyue, this is not Luoyue, but the earth. But Ye Mo quickly shook his head, maybe she thought of her mother. Did the aunt let herself
Is a hug too much? This should be normal. Ye Mo patted his forehead. He was thinking too much.
After what happened with Song Yingzhu and spending the whole day rubbing shoulders with Ning Qingxue, his mind seemed to have become a little unhealthy.
Ye Mo shook his head, put away these things, and turned to the next page of the diary. The words on the next page of the diary were very blurry and crooked. Ye Mo even suspected that it was written by a primary school student and there was not much content.
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"It was sunny on April 8, 1980. Today, my father took me and my sister to the Mao Ciwan venue. I used the money my father gave me to buy a diary. I like this diary very much. I am 6 years old.
, I finally have my own diary.”
What followed were trivial things, all kinds of small things that she and her sister did together. In her words, her sister seemed to be very protective of her.
"January 25, 1981, heavy snowfall. Today, another brother came to my family. He is a few years older than my sister and has become our senior brother. His name is Ye Cai."
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"February 16, xx82, Qing. Dad likes us to practice martial arts every day, but I don't like it. I only like the guqin. Later, my senior brother and sister practiced martial arts. I practiced the piano alone. At the beginning, my father often said that I
After a few words, I felt that he no longer talked about me and was very supportive of me..."
"March 27, xx82, Yu. Today, a friend of my father's came to the house. He said that I was very talented, and even said that I could win the national championship of the junior group if I participated in the competition. He wanted me to go to Yanjing, but
I didn’t want to go. My father just asked me and didn’t agree to that person.
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"November 19, xx83, Yin. I am in a bad mood today. I feel that the sound I play is not pleasant at all. I feel that my father is also in a bad mood."
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"June 21, xx84, Yin. My senior brother and sister are both very good to me. I think it may be because I am the youngest. As long as there are delicious things or interesting things, my sister will give them to me first. My sister has always been
He never snatched anything from me. My father was also very good to me. And my father never scolded me, but my father often scolded my sister, and sometimes even made her cry. And any good things were given to me first.
I picked it and then gave it to my sister. At that time, I secretly thought, isn’t my sister my biological child?”
As soon as Ye Mo saw this, he felt the plane vibrate, and he subconsciously swept out with his consciousness. He must have encountered the airflow. A flight attendant came over pushing a trolley and saw Ye Mo who was looking at something.
Stopped and asked: "Sir, would you like something to drink?"
"Oh, let's have a glass of orange juice." Ye Mo said casually, and reached out to take the orange juice from the flight attendant. Suddenly he subconsciously looked at the flight attendant and smiled meaningfully. He unexpectedly found this little suggestion
There was a pistol under the car.
When the stewardess saw Ye Mo smile, her face immediately turned red. Of course she wouldn't be ugly to be a stewardess on the plane. In fact, she was very beautiful. She knew that many of the people who could travel from San Francisco to Hong Kong were rich people.
The young man who smiled at her looked quite handsome. Most importantly, he had an indescribable temperament. For a moment, she even forgot to continue pushing the cart away.
Ye Mo patted her cart and quickly took the pistol tied under the cart in his hand. Then he destroyed the structure inside the gun as quickly as possible, and finally made a divine mark on the pistol.
Above, he put the gun back. This series of actions was extremely fast, and with the cover-up of his hands, after everything was done, the stewardess was still standing in front of Ye Mo without moving.
Ye Mo originally thought that the pistol belonged to the flight attendant, but now it seems that he has overthought it. Judging from the expression and actions of the flight attendant, maybe she didn't even know that there was a pistol under her trolley.
Ye Mo put the diary away. You can go back and read the diary again. Since you found the pistol, it means there is something wrong with the plane. Ye Mo remembered that the plane Ning Qingxue took was also from Hong Kong to San Francisco, but hers
The plane crashed midway.
"Bring me a cup of coffee" a man was already calling behind Ye Mo.
The flight attendant quickly pushed the car over, picked up a cup of instant coffee and handed it to the man.
Ye Mo's consciousness was always paying attention to the changes in the cabin, but after the flight attendant pushed the cart back, no one still wanted to touch the pistol under the cart. Ye Mo was a little confused, could this pistol belong to someone else?
Forgotten, or maybe it belongs to the flight attendant.
The flight attendant put down the trolley and started chatting with other flight attendants. After a while, more and more flight attendants came in, there were five of them. Ye Mo withdrew his consciousness. Anyway, he had made a consciousness on the pistol.
Mark, no matter who takes it, he will know it.
"Are you traveling to San Francisco?" The man sitting next to Ye Mo suddenly interrupted Ye Mo's train of thought.
Only then did Ye Mo notice him. He was an old man in his sixties. Although he seemed to be in good spirits, as soon as Ye Mo's consciousness swept away, he knew that this old man was already dying. Ye Mo wanted to take a look at him.
What kind of disease is this? He's going to die, but he's still in such good spirits that he even came to the United States.
But the old man's illness was very strange. Although Ye Mo didn't use his true energy to check inside the old man's body, his spiritual consciousness could still see the illness, but he couldn't see anything after looking for a long time. If he hadn't been able to
I felt the old man's lifeless energy and didn't even know that the old man was sick.
It's really strange that a person who is destined to die can't see it himself.
Ye Mo smiled slightly and replied, "That's right, I'm also here to find someone. I just had a round of fun."
He had no interest in talking to the old man. He just thought the old man's illness was strange. Even though it was strange, Ye Mo didn't care. He had seen too many strange things. He could see ghosts that others couldn't see.
There was something that could frighten him.
"Young man, you have good skills. You should come from an ancient martial arts family. But why did you put the pistol back just now? I believe it is definitely not your thing. You should know that since someone put the pistol on the
Under the car, it means that the person must have a conspiracy, and you must know that the other passengers are also innocent." The old man's words seemed like a heart-to-heart talk, but Ye Mo was shocked.
Ye Mo's mind immediately concentrated, and his consciousness checked the old man again. It was true that he did not have any cultivation, not even ancient martial arts, and there was no internal energy fluctuation in his body. How could such a person?
Maybe he could see his movements? Although his movements did not deliberately use some small spells, he believed that with his speed, the old man would definitely not be able to see it even if he was a Xuan-level ancient martial arts cultivator.
But in fact, the old man not only saw it, but also knew that it was a pistol, and even saw that the gun was not his own. How could he be so sure? The only thing he didn't notice was that he had tampered with the pistol.
"You are very powerful. You can actually tell that I moved the pistol. You are probably not traveling to San Francisco." Ye Mo's voice became colder. He even suspected that this old guy had consciousness, and he also
The cultivators' cultivation level is far higher than him.
You must know that for ordinary ancient martial arts practitioners, even if they practice to the point where Ye Mo can't see the realm, he can still know that the opponent is powerful, because the kind of inner energy fluctuations cannot be hidden under his consciousness. This is why he
We can see the reasons why the cultivation level of ancient warriors is high or low.
But the situation is different for cultivators. Once a cultivator's cultivation level is much higher than his own, he will not be able to detect anything unusual about the other party. If he is a cultivator who has practiced concealing his true energy, it will be even more difficult for others to detect it.
"Haha, don't worry, I'm just a useless person who looks at Feng Shui to tell people's fortunes." Seemingly seeing the fear in Ye Mo's eyes, the old man took the initiative to explain.
It turned out to be a fortune teller. A fortune teller could see his own movements and knew that the gun was not his own. This was impossible. Ye Mo was confused, but he didn't ask anymore. He knew that although there were no cultivators here,
, but there are many talented people here, but they don’t like to be in the limelight.
Seeing that Ye Mo didn't speak anymore, the old man spoke again: "If you don't mind, I can help you read your palm."
Ye Mo just wanted to refuse, but when he thought that the old man could see his movements just now, he immediately changed his mind.
Only when Ye Mo stretched out his hand, a young man behind him stood up and said: "Grandpa, you are not in good health, so you should not read palms."
Ye Mo didn't look back. His consciousness immediately glanced at this young man. He was in his twenties and of medium build. But what surprised Ye Mo was that this young man also had a sense of death in his body.
His death aura is much lighter. But even if it is much lighter, as time goes by, he will still step into the footsteps of this old man.
The old man chuckled and waved his hand, "Don't worry, Xiaoku, I'll take care of it."
