Chapter 87 He Changfeng's Hobby

He Changfeng and Agaganto, the two loser, have gone nowhere. Which unknown corner should they go to solve their personal feud. Only Ye Hetu left three people in the center.

Xiao Yichen held the hilt of the sword and wanted to pull out Chixiao. In the end, he denied this idea in his heart and resolutely turned around. His back was resolutely firm. I don't know how many years it will take to reappear. When he appears next time, Xiao Yichen may appear in front of the world with a heart.

"I heard that you sneaked into the Dragon Gang?" Ye Hetu looked at Xiao Yichen's back and whispered.

Xiao Yichen stopped and did not look back. He won't learn from others to respond to how you know in surprise. Since Ye Hetu can know that he has entered the Dragon Gang, there are naturally other ways.

"Qinglongshi, this position is barely okay. I think with Shura's previous status in the Dragon Gang, you are almost the same as a dragon master now."

Ye Hetu's plain tone exposed all the experiences Xiao Yichen encountered in the Dragon Gang.

Xiao Yichen did not answer, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword was more compact.

"It's really majestic to call you Qinglong, but your current achievements, in my opinion, are just a worm at best." Ye Hetu hit Xiao Yichen mercilessly.

Xiao Yichen stopped and began to move forward. Every step was very careful, just like the first time he came to the Ming Tomb of the Thirteen Emperors.

Ye Hetu looked at Xiao Yichen's figure gradually moving away, and an imperceptible smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. The jade can't be made into an instrument. Xiao Yichen's jade is constantly thinking about it. The Ming Tomb of the Thirteen Emperors is a good grindstone. After all, Xiao Yichen is a disciple of Shura, and the only difference is that.

Whether Xiao Yichen will understand Ye Hetu's intentions depends on his understanding in the future.

"You are enlightening him." The grave sweeper stared at Xiao Yichen's figure gradually moving away and said loudly. He has never understood Ye Hetu, but he can vaguely see some of Xiao Yichen's mind. No one can understand Ye Hetu's wisdom and maturity far beyond his peers.

Ye Hetu shrugged his shoulders and didn't make much expression. He neither admitted nor denied that all the people in a big China that he wanted to see appeared 20 years ago. Twenty years ago, Shura was among these people.

No one will ever figure out Ye Hetu's inner thoughts. As far as Ye Hetu himself is concerned, he doesn't know what he is doing sometimes. As long as he thinks in his heart, he will do it regardless of the consequences. Even if there is a big trouble, he may not value it. He has lived alone until now. Who can understand the depth and loneliness behind this mature back?

"Now that my task has been achieved, I don't owe anyone."

"Say, what do you want me to do for you?"

The old man who sweeps the tomb finally expressed the meaning of the words.

"I'm going to Kunlun."

"Are you going to Kunlun?"

Ye Hetu was quite surprised by the answer of the tomb-sweeping old man. He narrowed his eyes and asked softly.

The grave-sweeping old man nodded.

"Give me a reason." Ye Hetu replied faintly that there was no room for discussion with him because there was not enough reason to do anything.

"I want to know if Song Tianyun is dead or not." The old man who sweeps the tomb said excitedly that after staying in the Ming Tombs of the Thirteen Emperors for so many years, it is time to solve some unsolved mysteries. When he is old and unable to walk, he still has something on his mind, and it will eventually become an eternal regret in his heart.

"The reason is not enough." Ye Hetu retorted faintly that Song Tianyun, who was not dead, wanted him to send the supreme to Kunlun, which was not convincing at all.

"If you let me enter Kunlun, I will tell you a bigger secret." After thinking for a long time, the old man who sweeps the tomb made up his mind and said.

"say." Ye Hetu said calmly, first of all, let's see if this secret is worth it.

"There is a secret about Shura." After paying attention, the old man said more easily.

"Continue."

Since the grave-sweeping old man had the intention to tell this secret, Ye Hetu didn't mind listening more.

"I remember that very few of Kunlun's surnames have your surname." The tomb-sweeping man smiled and said that Ye Hetu's name and surname began to speculate after he heard it. As a result, he was quite suspenseful. Before the truth was revealed, all the evidence was just floating clouds.

"You know a lot. In the whole Kunlun, I'm really the only one whose surname is Ye." Ye Hetu smiled and said, can Shura have something to do with his surname? Ye Hetu began to be a little curious. He would like to see how Shura could have anything to do with him.

The old grave sweeper confirmed the conjecture in his heart, which came from hearing Ye Hetu's answer. He had never been to Kunlun at all. How could he know Kunlun's surname? That sentence just now is just one of his conjectures. Ye Hetu intentionally or unintentionally revealed this information to him. It will not be ignorance. Ye Hetu's witty tomb sweeper has never seen through it, which can only show that it should be very cooperative.

"Before Shura killed Kunlun, there was no sign. Some people said that he was for a child surnamed Ye. I don't know if there is such a thing." The grave sweeper said simply that in fact, he probably knew the true identity of Ye Hetu, but he could not say it, which was a promise.

After hearing this sentence, Ye Hetu was neither shocked nor surprised, and he still looked like a listener. Whether he has anything to do with Shura or not, his name and life will not change in the future.

The old tomb sweeping man sighed and said that he could see through the world. Why can't he see through it now? Otherwise, the relationship between the two would not have become so rigid.

"Sura has a name. His surname is Ye." After saying this, the old man who sweeps the tombsmen closed his eyes and looked calm. Even if Ye Hetu continued to ask, he would not say anything more.

The dragon comes out of Luoshui. Isn't that the name of this boy?

Ye Hetu still looked calm when he heard the words of the grave sweeper. It seemed that this secret was insignificant to him. Of course, the grave sweeper who closed his eyes could not see Ye Hetu's current performance. What he said today is more than what he said in the past 20 years.

Maybe I'm really old.

"When will you go to Kunlun?" After a while, Ye Hetu finally said.

This shows that the words before the grave sweeper closed his eyes made a difference.

Ye Hetu did not have the idea of returning to Kunlun, but it does not mean that he has no way to send the Supreme to Kunlun, no matter what the Supreme has done in Kunlun. Everything has nothing to do with him.

"If you can, now." The grave-sweeping old man who closed his eyes said with melancholy that he might not come out again. Whether you can come back or not, you must solve the situation laid 20 years ago.

"Three days later, I'll ask someone to come here to find you."

Ye Hetu left this sentence and left this place of right and wrong.

After a while, it disappeared in the center of the imperial mausoleum.

I don't know how long it will take. The grave sweeper slowly opened his turbid eyes and looked at the grass and trees around him. He has been familiar with it for more than ten years, and now he is about to leave.

"Brother, I'd like to see who won the game between you and Song Tianyun."

Compared with the time when no one came, the current Thirteen Emperor's Mausoleum is much more depressed, and the corpses are everywhere, with a miserable appearance. With the breeze blowing, it adds a sense of desolation.

He Changfeng and Agaganto went to the place where they fought before. Dozens of corpses were placed under their feet. Eric stood aside and waited for a decision. This time, many of the people he brought died, and more than half of the power cultivated over the years was almost destroyed. It was precisely because Ye Hetu was now his master that he did not complain at all.

"What should I do with these bodies?" Agagantuo said that He Changfeng was the host and should be decided by him.

"Hey, how are you doing in China?"

He Changfeng suddenly asked Eric standing next to him.

"Me?" Eric can barely understand He Changfeng's words, although the tone is a little strange.

"Nonsense, who else can you have?" He Changfeng's eyes turned white. The boy's brain was still not smart. He actually asked such an idiotic question.

"I know a few people, Chinese people with a little power." Eric quickly replied that he has spent so much money in recent years to connect China's relations. How can he not know a few people?

"That's easy to do." He Changfeng nodded, and then pointed to dozens of corpses on the ground and continued, "I heard that it is very good to use people to make wax statues. Since they died in China, I have to do my best as a landlord and take them all to make wax statues. This place is so aura that there are not many wax statues. Hurry up and build a wax museum here to make a high-level wax statue like the United States.

Agaganto's eyes were staring out. How dare this man make wax statues with these corpses? The host was so "hospitable" that the bodies that died in other places could not be stabilized. He Changfeng, a beast, was taken as a wax figure with great fanfare. He Changfeng's interest in wax statues seems crazy enough that he blindly imitates foreign countries to an unreasonable state.

"To enable them to enjoy such glory, I think they will thank me in the spirit of heaven." He Changfeng looked intoxicated. He thought very early on that China should have wax statues, which are no worse than foreign wax statues. Now he has also made a lot of contributions to his motherland.

"This..." Eric hesitated that the body was also protected by law abroad, which was not only disrespectful to the dead, but also defous of the law.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Hurry up." He Changfeng kicked Eric's buttocks with a real temperament, which made Eric look resentful.

"Okay."

Eric had to agree to He Changfeng's request. After going back, he was going to hire the most bright wax figure to come to China to make wax statues for these dead. Oh my God! Is this Chinese? Why do I think he is more like a devil? Eric had a trace of fear of He Changfeng.

"What the hell are you doing? Tell your men to get these people away from me. I'm upset when I look at them." He Changfeng kicked Eric's buttocks again, so fast that Eric couldn't dodge.

"This is a bitch. He feels uncomfortable if he doesn't smoke." He Changfeng turned his head and smiled at Agagantuo.