"What front line?" After saying this, Ye Lincheng was a little confused.
"Don't you know..." Ye Fan waved his hand, but his brows furrowed, "Dad, what is your impression of grandma?"
"She just looks ordinary, just like those grandmas on the street." Ye Lincheng replied.
Listening to these words, Ye Fan was thoughtful and paused for a while before speaking again: "Then did grandma have any relatives besides us during her lifetime?"
"Your grandma is from another province, and her relatives are not around." Ye Lincheng replied, and then seemed to think for a while, "But your grandma had a friend who came with her at that time, and they also settled in Pingcheng. She should be in her late seventies or eighties now."
"Friend? What's the name of grandma's friend and where does he live in Pingcheng?"
"I can't remember the name. I live near the blacksmith shop on East Street. I've been there a few times before, but after your grandma passed away, I haven't contacted you for a few years." Ye Lincheng replied, clearly feeling that Ye Fan was
Something was wrong, and he said with some confusion: "Why did you remember to ask your grandma?"
"No, I suddenly thought of it, so I just want to ask a few questions." Ye Fan replied, waved his hand, and turned his head as if he didn't care, but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Obviously, the grandma Ye Lincheng described was not the same person as the grandma he heard. This made Ye Fan once again doubt the identity of his grandma.
Did grandpa really marry that alien race back then, or was it just some rhetoric to confuse the outside world? There seems to be some secrets in it.
I have to go to Pingcheng.
Thinking of something, Ye Fan secretly had an idea, but a smile appeared on his face, and he talked to Ye Lincheng about other places. Not long after, Lin Qingxia prepared a table of meals, and the family was happy.
Had a late lunch.
As night fell, Ye Lincheng went to bed early after having two drinks. Brigitte Lin also had the habit of going to bed early. About nine o'clock, Ye Fan opened the door and tiptoed into the courtyard.
In the courtyard, Xiaobai was dozing off. When he saw Ye Fan coming out, he was about to pounce on him. Ye Fan quickly reached out and held Xiaobai's mouth up and down.
"Shh."
Xiaobai is a relatively humane dog. Seeing Ye Fan's reaction, he soon calmed down. After Ye Fan released his mouth, he obediently returned to his den.
Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and then, with a wave of his hand, Lao Chi appeared in the courtyard.
What are you doing again?
Being summoned again, Lao Chi looked dissatisfied. Apparently, he was a little worried about the delicious food in the afternoon.
"Go somewhere." Ye Fan said and grabbed Lao Chi's wings.
Lao Chi disagreed, and stubbornly held his paws in front of his chest without bending down, looking at Mark with squinting eyes.
Some people no longer have any use for me and say I am ugly, but now they have no use for me, and this is the attitude.
"Why are you so stingy?" Ye Fan was a little dumbfounded, "Okay, okay, you're not ugly, you're very handsome."
That's pretty much it.
Lao Chi responded, hummed twice, and then reluctantly bent down. When Ye Fan sat firmly, he just flapped his wings, and then took off into the sky.
With the blessing of the elements of wind and fire, it moved extremely fast. From a distance, it looked like a fiery red meteorite streaking across the horizon before disappearing over Cloud City in the blink of an eye.
It was night, and not many people noticed the flash of meteorites in the night sky, but somewhere on the street, a bearded man raised his head, and then spread out his hand. In his hand, there was a beast-control insect that looked like a small centipede.
He neighed in the direction Ye Fan left.
"Found you."
Looking at the reaction of the beast master, the man seemed to have got some answer. He looked at Ye Fan in the air, with a sharp look in his eyes, and then a cold smile.
"Boy, you're pretty good at hiding."
…
Rumble.
In the early morning, Lao Chi, who had been flying at high speed for several hours, took Ye Fan and landed in an inconspicuous corner of Pingcheng.
Returning to his old place, Ye Fan seemed very low-key. As soon as he landed, he put away his beast, knocked out a few passers-by who were wandering around at night and saw him landing, and then set foot on the road to the blacksmith shop.
Pingcheng was a place where he had lived for many years, and he was very familiar with it. He didn't have much time to go to East Street and stood in front of the blacksmith shop.
This street obviously has very little traffic, and the buildings are all very old. At night, this oldness makes it even more desolate.
Standing in front of the blacksmith shop, Ye Fan looked around the blacksmith shop. When he noticed that there was dust on it, he frowned slightly and walked towards the door.
The door was locked, Ye Fan did not hesitate, turned on the enchantment, stretched out his hand, and the high-temperature flames of the flame-devouring hellhound slowly melted the iron lock.
Crunch.
Reaching out and pushing, the door opened. Then, there was the smell of mildew and dust, vaguely mixed with the smell of rust. There was a window on the other side of the room, but it was shabby, casting all the light.
It could only dispel the limited gloom, allowing Ye Fan to vaguely see that the ground was covered with various embroidered iron kitchen knives and various pots and pans.
"Has it been a long time since you left?"
After getting the answer, Ye Fan did not leave immediately. Instead, he stopped in front of the door and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Senior, since you are here, why don't you come out to meet me?"
As the sound rang out, Ye Fan's eyes locked on the corner of the room. There was no light there, but he could vaguely see a piece of black that didn't blend well with the darkness of the room.
When I heard Ye Fan's figure, the black in the corner seemed to move, and then, a voice that seemed to be half asleep and half awake sounded, "Who are you and why do I want to see you."
"Junior Ye Fan, the grandson of the former King of War, heard the elder's secret and came here to verify it." Ye Fan responded, but he bowed his hand very politely.
"His grandson?"
Hearing Ye Fan's self-narration, the voice in the corner fluctuated a little. Then, he opened his eyes, and the room immediately seemed to be filled with sharp edges.
"That bastard, he once said he would come back. Jinglan and I have been waiting for him for twenty-five years!"
The sound sounded, and the sharpness seemed to have anger, but it was just a string. Ye Fan subconsciously turned his head, and the next moment, a blood mark appeared on his face.
"What a sharp sword energy." Feeling a sense of déjà vu, Ye Fan spoke with a hint of surprise.
"That's the sword's intention."
Vicissitudes of life responded, and then he rejected Ye Fan, "I don't want to see you, please leave."
As soon as the words fell, the sharp sword intent in the room dissipated, and an invisible thrust came, only blocking Ye Fan from the door.
"I don't mean to disturb you," Ye Fan said. At this moment, he obviously knew that the people in the room were extraordinary, and his tone was polite, "It's just that I have doubts about my life experience. My parents in the family don't know anything, so I want to come and verify it."
"Doubtful about your life experience? What is there to be suspicious about?" A cold snort sounded in the room, "Aren't you the descendant of that witch?"
"Monster?" This title aroused Ye Fan's dissatisfaction. He frowned, and then handed over his hands, "Although I don't know the origin of my ancestors, it is too disrespectful for my seniors to call her like this."
"Do I respect that the demon girl has anything to teach you?" The voice responded again, but with a bit of anger, "If it weren't for her, how could you be the cause of trouble later, and how could Ye Zhantian die?
How could Jinglan die?"
"Me?" These few sentences contained a huge amount of information. Ye Fan was stunned for a moment and seemed to understand something, "Jinglan, is this the grandma who raised me?"
"You have no right to call her grandma." The voice sounded again, but this time, there was no answer. The huge force came and pushed Ye Fan back. The next moment, the door was closed tightly.
"I want to sleep with Jinglan here. If you, this scourge of trouble, bother you again, I will kill you."