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Ningqing emperor hesitated and said, "well, I haven't seen Qingmei for nearly 20 years. I don't know what changes she has." The words are full of melancholy.

"See for yourself what changes she has." Ning Fan said coldly, thinking of his mother's days in these years, he felt angry again.

Emperor Ning Qing felt his anger and sighed. He was a powerful dandy in those days, and now he is a natural expert in the world. But for his son, he always has deep guilt.

Therefore, for Ning fan's indifference, he has only one sigh. He hopes that through time, he can gradually eliminate the mustard between father and son, and then use the rest of his life to make up for Ning fan and Murong's slight eyebrows.

Ning fan took a look at the messy battlefield, the damaged vehicles and more than ten rescue team members. Finally, he fixed his eyes on the little guy who was red with blood. He rushed up and picked up the lightning mink.

"Still alive!" Ning fan breathed a sigh of relief, although lightning mink was seriously injured, but also dying, but at least there is a chance. He was in a hurry to use his power. The lightning mink slowly opened his eyes, but they didn't have much expression. It put out its tongue and licked the blood on Ning fan's clothes.

Ning fan moved in his heart, quickly bit his finger and stretched it to the lightning mink's mouth. He quickly sucked up, and the blood of the wound had solidified. After a while, he fell asleep, but his breathing was obviously smoother.

"Boy, it's so nice that you're finally OK." Ning fan patted his chest with a lingering fear.

Then, he found a satellite phone from the ruins, contacted Xu Hanting, gave a brief description, and asked him to send someone to clean up the mess here.

However, they walked towards the south of Sichuan and disappeared in the sunset.

Southern Sichuan.

When Ning fan and Ning Qing emperor appeared at the gate of the community, the news immediately spread to all forces in southern Sichuan.

Ning fan took a look at the well guarded community. There were still several police cars in the distance. He knew that it was not peaceful when he disappeared, but it was OK to have these people to look after him.

Go downstairs and walk out in the shade of the tree. There are seven brothers of sword. They have been guarding here for many days. However, they don't have much space to use, because the opponent didn't send any experts.

Sword seven several people blinked eyes, can not think of ground looking at two people coming, also wiped an eye, think is oneself eye dazzled.

Innate state!

In fact, it was their guess, because they couldn't see through each other's cultivation, and they felt the same breath from each other, the unique breath of the innate realm.

They are all people who have seen Ning fan. At the beginning, his cultivation is only a little better than them. Even Jianqi is eager to catch up.

Jianqi had a unique view on Kendo since childhood. Although he was the latest, he was the strongest among several martial brothers.

He believes that he has the strength to surpass Ning fan. Therefore, he has been devoting himself to training these days, and his kung fu is progressing rapidly.

However, they did not expect that Ning fan's progress far exceeded his expectations, or even dumped him a few streets.

"Congenital state, he has reached the congenital state." Jian Qi couldn't help muttering and was a little lost.

At the sight of several people, Ning fan knew that it must be the arrangement of the sword God, and he could not help feeling grateful.

The so-called true friendship in adversity, he and the sword God are not too anxious, but at this time of adversity, the sword God can send his own disciples to help, that is the greatest kindness and help to himself.

"Four, thank you very much. Please take me to say hello to master Jianshen and Ling Yue." Ning fan arched his hand and said politely.

Jian Qi came back to his senses, clasped his fist, took a deep breath, and said, "I knew you were not dead. If so, you have reached the congenital state. It's really enviable."

It's true that he said that. Jian Qi was a little envious. After all, that step was the one they wanted to cross.

Ning fan saw the melancholy in Jianqi's eyes and said with a cool smile, "Jianqi, I believe you can do the same."

"So can I?" Jian Qi whispered, and the courage that had disappeared came back to his body. He looked at Ning fan and nodded heavily, "yes, I can. Now that you are back, we will go back first. We will certainly tell the master and the first lady your greetings. "

"In addition, another thing is that you should take more precautions. A few days ago, Dao Sheng threatened to go to Jianzong to find Ling Yue's trouble." Ning fan reminds a way.

"Dao Sheng?" A few people frown, immediately nod, "we know, my sword clan has been standing for hundreds of years, isn't the Dao saint can break into casually."

The sword sage is as famous as the sword God. The disciples of the sword sect were resentful and thought that their master should be a better one.

It's just that the two sides are not in the same place and haven't met each other, so there's no way to start from high or low. Since Dao Sheng is going to challenge, the people of sword clan will not be afraid, but will look forward to it with enthusiasm.

A few people left, and before leaving, they took a look at the emperor Ning Qing. The emperor Ning Qing was smiling, and his enigmatic appearance dispelled their mind to ask.

"Come on, let's go upstairs quickly." Ningqing emperor urged.

Ning fan nodded, and they took the elevator to go upstairs. When Ning fan rang the doorbell, Ning Qingdi's face turned red and looked embarrassed.

Ning fan glanced at it and could not help laughing. Even in the face of thousands of troops, Ning Qing emperor would not be so impolite. But in the face of his wife, whom he had not seen for decades, he was in a mess and in a state of uneasiness, which is enough to show his sincere feelings for Murong Qingmei.

Ning fan heart a warm, secret way: "at least their two feelings have not changed, this husband's love is the mother needs most."

Creak.

The door opened.

Murong Liuli's head came out from the crack of the door. When he saw Ning fan, he immediately opened his mouth and could almost plug a duck's egg.

"Why does that look at me?" Ning fan can't help but ask a way.

"Ah, cousin, you finally came back. I knew you were not dead. You are a great Xia. How could you die so easily?" Murong Liuli hugged Ning fan with a tiger and cried out, "cousin is back, cousin is back!"

Murong glass's shrill cry spread all over the room. The door was completely opened, and all the warblers stood up and looked at the door.

Ning fan pushes Murong glass away from his arms and looks at the familiar and friendly faces. He can't help but feel the light of tears.

This time, he died, almost never to see these people who haunted him.

With a sour nose, he held back his emotions.