Golden Age Hotel, in the Presidential Suite.
Wang An's body was shaken...
"Master, they should already know it, right? Yesterday at the Longevity Temple, other people have been there, and they have seen you personally... They will definitely tell the Jin family and the Liu family." Wang An was cautious.
Ye Bei stared out of the window...
Because the night was getting darker and the lights in the room were brighter, it was hard to see the scenery in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. In front of Ye Bei's eyes, his indifferent expression emerged.
"They won't!" The corners of his mouth moved slightly and he spat out these two words very concisely.
"Yes, master!" Wang An didn't dare to talk anymore... Since the master said so, it must be a fact, "I have their contact information, now I will call them..."
"All right." Ye Bei answered.
His eyes narrowed slightly...
Through the floor-to-ceiling window, when he looked at his appearance without any change in the endless years, his emotions, at this moment, fluctuated slightly.
In the long river of years...
He had supported batch after batch of slaves.
He had seen one way of betrayal after another...
However, no matter how much time he had gone through, his appearance had never changed in the slightest. In the endless years, he wanted to find anything resembling to himself, but at this moment, he faintly felt that the similarity might be just himself!
Ye Bei was very quiet.
Next to him, Wang An did not retreat, but stood directly behind Ye Bei and began to make a call.
...
Q City, in the Autumn Water Manor.
This was a private property that Jin Rufan bought in the name of another person in Q City.
After leaving Zhao's house, he and Liu Zhiyun came to this manor to rest.
The original white snow had been cleared by the servants. The unexpected world of the manor was still waiting for the arrival of spring. In the garden, there were already small bridges and flowing water, the birds whispering and the flowers were scented.
Liu Zhiyun laid on the rocking chair, quietly looking at the night sky.
At night, the sky was cloudless.
The sky full of stars was shining with silver light.
When Liu Zhiyun was watching, his thoughts had already spread far away.
The universe was too big, there were countless planets, infinite and boundless boundaries.
The earth was nothing but a piece of dust of the entire universe.
Although he was on the earth, he had obtained immense wealth... But compared to the entire universe, he was still inferior like ants... When thinking of this, Liu Zhiyun just felt that his state of mind was sublimated again at this moment.
Life even reached the realm of a sage without desires at a certain moment.
In the manor, Jin Rufan was holding a pair of scissors, trimming some flowers and plants very lightly.
The atmosphere was very quiet.
But soon this atmosphere was broken.
Click!
When Jin Rufan was cutting a dead branch, he couldn't control his strength, so he clicked and cut the fresh branch next to him.
This voice pulled Liu Zhiyun's thoughts back from the starry sky, "The universe is too vast, whether it is us, the master, or the earth, for the entire universe, it is not worth mentioning! But... Jin Rufan, you say... Zhao family in doing so, what is the probability of success?" The voice murmured, still lying on the rocking chair, looking at the starlight.
"Why do you have this kind of thought? At least we are still alive, the really lively and living people, in this life, it's enough that we were born." Jin Rufan's thoughts were completely different from Liu Zhiyun's, and he continued with a solemn brow, "However, speaking of the master, I don't know how he has been during these years." There was a feeling of nostalgia in his eyes.
"To be honest, do you want the master to come back?" Liu Zhiyun's voice was very soft.
Hearing this question, Jin Rufan paused, put down the scissors in his hand, and fell silent when he looked at a potted plant in front of him. After nine seconds passed, he said, "Everything we have now belongs to the master. People are always selfish. To tell you the truth, at this point today, normal humanity tells me that I don't want the master to come back! But... deep in my heart tells me that if the master comes back, that would be the best! "
"Complex!" Liu Zhiyun shook his head.
"Aren't you the same too?" Jin Rufan looked over, very serious.
Having asked in this way, Liu Zhiyun also fell into a moment of silence. After a long time, he slowly said, "The master is not an ordinary person. Since the master left, I have collected some information everywhere... The master has lived for a long time and penetrates the entire human race's history, if it is me, I naturally hope that the master will come back... The wonder of the vast starry sky, I am afraid that only the master can give an answer!"
"Mysterious!" Jin Rufan shook his head.
Buzzing...
However, just as the two fell silent again, Jin Rufan's cell phone placed on the garden stone platform buzzed and vibrated.
"I'll answer a call!" After Jin Rufan finished speaking, he walked towards the mobile phone. However, after seeing the caller ID above, his body was shocked and his voice trembled slightly, "It's from the Old Immortal! "
Old Immortal?
Lying in the rocking chair, Liu Zhiyun immediately sat up, his voice was a little confused, "Let's take a look!"
"All right!" Jin Rufan nodded.
He pressed the answer button with trembling fingers. Then, before Wang An could speak, he stood solemnly, his eyes full of respect, and even his voice was very strong when he spoke actively, "Old Wang, I've heard about the Kunlun Mountain thing yesterday, and I'm really sorry. The recent automotive industry is turbulent and many things have to be dealt with. Those younger generations don't understand... So I didn't go to Kunlun Mountain for the first time to visit you. When things are over, I will definitely come to your place to apologize!"
"Cough, cough…"
After saying this, Jin Rufan waited for Wang An to speak.
Coughing's voice was heard on the phone.
Jin Rufan looked respectful, without the slightest dissatisfaction on his face, instead, he was full of patience, as if he was really wrong.
"Old Zhao is dead!"
Wang An's voice came, majestic and hoarse, and through the phone, he could feel a domineering!
"Yes, I heard about it!" Jin Rufan nodded, with an extremely sincere attitude.
Near him, Liu Zhiyun listened, with a bit of puzzlement on his face. He didn't believe that Wang An called just to inform Zhao Bingsheng's death... Besides, the news of Zhao Bingsheng's death had long been known to the world.
"Well, I have something to tell you!" Wang An hesitated on purpose.
"Elder Wang, you can just say it, I'll listen!" Jin Rufan was very polite.
Wang An: "Master is back!" The voice didn't have any waves; it was just narrating a fact.
Snapped!
But... After hearing this, Jin Rufan, who was still a little curious, instantly released the hand holding the phone. The phone slipped from his palm and fell on the ground with a snap, and the screen was torn apart.
Liu Zhiyun also heard this.
The entire Autumn Water Manor was extremely silent at this moment as if a thief was stealing a cow.
Do everything at the right time, and one day will seem like three.
Snapped!
The crisp sound made Wang An's wrist tremble slightly.
He probably already guessed what was going on... He took the initiative to hang up the phone and call Liu Zhiyun. However, before Wang An's first number began to be pressed, Ye Bei's voice came leisurely, "No need, both of them are together!"
Wang An paused for a while before putting away the phone and bent over respectfully, "Yes, sir!"
After a few seconds of silence, Wang An asked suspiciously, "Master, I didn't tell them the address just now, do I need to call one more time?"
"No need to!"
"Master, then..."
"It's late now, go and rest." Ye Bei said softly.
Wang An still had a lot to say.
However, after hearing Ye Bei's words, he immediately lowered his head and swallowed all the words back.
"Yes, master, this old slave will go to rest first! If the master has any instructions, you can call this old slave anytime!" Wang An bent over and retreated respectfully, but when he left the presidential suite, he didn't really go to rest but walked directly towards the lobby.
He always felt that the Zhao family would not give up.
Tonight, he was afraid that there were still some big problems.
In the presidential suite.
Ye Bei was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sky was completely dark. In front of the clean glass windows, he was printed with his own appearance. When the night came, only himself was left in all the scenery.
He turned around indifferently and walked towards the coffee table in the middle of the room.
He glanced at the soft sofa but chose to sit on the hard chair again.
On the coffee table, the two teacups just now had been cleaned by Wang An and placed again.
The elegant tea scent in the air dissipated completely.
Ye Bei wanted to make another pot of tea but found that there was only one person in the whole room so it was boring to drink tea. He stood up again, but at this moment the gaze in the corner of his eye inadvertently swept over the painting of horse hanging on the wall of the suite.
The paintings were black and white and were made with ink.
The horse had eight heads... some of them were tilting their heads up and neighing, while others have their eyes fixed and their hooves leaping. They were galloping above the beacon, their bodies were burly and handsome.
This painting, at first glance, could very bluff people.
But Ye Bei could tell at a glance that this was just a fake product that was copied by later generations.
The real horse drawing might have long since disappeared in history.
However, even so, an inexplicable thought still appeared in Ye Bei's mind.
That year, with strong winds and dust in the sky, Ye Bei traveled outside the Great Wall alone and came across a poor ethnic group outside the Great Wall.
Among them, one family was hospitable and invited Ye Bei to go in and tasted the best mare koumiss. (A/N: It's horse milk wine.)
That day...
A young man had a drink with Ye Bei.
The youth was slightly drunk and told his aspirations.
"One day, I want this world to tremble under my feet!"
"One day, I will become the king respected by a countless amount of people!"
"Even if it's a dust storm, it still has to succumb to my feet..."
His parents gently shook their heads, taking their son's words as 'drunk words'.
The young man wasn't really aware of it, his voice kept changing, and his face was red after drinking.
On the side, Ye Bei just smiled and said nothing.
The next day, the weather improved and the sandstorm dissipated. When Ye Bei left, the young man gave a horse to him so that Ye Bei could travel easier. In return, Ye Bei took out a brush and ink, he drew a portrait of the horse and gave it to the young man, there were four words left on the painting: A Generation of Proud Son of Heaven! Then he left.
Decades later, the young man grew up. He was heroic, swept countless territories, completely conquered the Great Wall, and became a famous man in history, holding supreme power.
His name was Borjigin Tiemuzhen.
The world called him: Genghis Khan!
Ye Bei watched quietly, the horse in the painting was just imitating his own painting.
Even the four words he originally bestowed Genghis Khan were borrowed by others and spread widely as the years passed.
"Even the 'A Generation of Proud Son of Heaven' cannot resist the long river of years." Ye Bei stood in front of the painting and watched for more than an hour before spitting out such a sentence gently from his mouth.
His eyes were indifferent but his voice was a little regretful.
Whish!
He turned around, with a random wave of his arm, a low whistle sounded in this room.
The fake horse drawing on the wall seemed to have been swallowed by a ball of flames, the decorative glass was intact, but all the paintings inside were turned into ashes, nothing was left.
Ye Bei returned to the bedroom.
But he didn't sleep, he walked to the bedroom window with his hand, opened the window, let the cold wind blow in, and his hair fluttered.
Whoosh!
Boom!
This night, it was destined to not be peaceful, as the night approached, outside the Golden Age Hotel, there were fierce noises from time to time.
At the same time, there would be some roars and screams.
However, these voices could no longer affect Ye Bei's mood.
He was detached, he did not care, he did not pay attention to it, he did not even look at it, he just let the time pass by itself.
...
The next day.
The rising sun rose from the east, dispelling the darkness, and the entire Q city was restored to light.
After a night of precipitation.
The snow on the roofs of those houses in Q City had quietly melted.
Sharp icicles hung on many buildings, exuding coldness.
The pedestrians passing by below didn't even notice that there was a sharp blade floating above their heads.
When the sun shone on Ye Bei's gown through the glass window, his body moved slightly and walked towards the hall outside the bedroom, his eyes faint, like an immortal.
He was walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the door of the presidential suite was pushed open again.
The person who came was Wang An.
Wang An bent over, his appearance was full of oldness... the corners of his eyes were still a little tired but those eyes were somewhat bloodshot.
Walking slowly behind Ye Bei, breaking the silence, he respectfully said, "Master, they are asking for trouble again at night! However, they have all been resolved. I have arranged many people to enter Q City to take control..."
"En." Ye Bei smelled a faint scent of blood from Wang An as he made a soft humble in his mouth.
"Master, look, today we are..." Wang An hesitated and continued.
"Are you injured?" Ye Bei interrupted.
"Small injuries, old slaves can recover within a few days of cultivation." Wang An's voice was hoarse.
"The Zhao Family?" Yei Bei's tone was still indifferent.
"Yes, master!" Wang An nodded, his bloodshot pupils revealed a terrible murderous intent at this moment.
To be honest, there were so many things that happened last night, Wang An didn't really expect about it.
Zhao Kun had woken up and recovered. He must have told Zhao Bingsheng what happened in the Longevity Temple.
Master came back, after learning the news, Zhao Bingsheng didn't come here to apologize. He even dared to send out waves of people to attack him at night, this was simply unforgivable.
If it wasn't because Ye Bei asked him to ���rest' last night, at that time, maybe Wang An would lead people to level down the entire Zhao Family.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Wang An still wanted to speak, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't know what to say.
The atmosphere was silent again.
Another half an hour.
"Go to Zhao's house!"
Ye Bei's voice suddenly sounded, and Wang An, who was standing behind, trembled fiercely, that rickety body gradually straightened.
Solve one problem, and you keep a hundred others away.
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