"…"

Hopefully, that's it.

The butter lamp filled with sandalwood with milk tea smell, Lin Nuanxi prayed sincerely again, hoping to see his son again one day.

...

Xijing, Mount Li.

Beitang Yaori has no idea how many times he has come to this place, the cliff that Xiaojue fell from that year.

The rolling mountains are endless, but the mountains are personally stepped by Beitang Yaori.

There was no omission at all, and the mountain was so familiar to him that he could even recite it with his eyes closed.

However, there was no shadow of Xiao Jue.

News without news is the best news. Even if Xiao Jue is really eaten by a wild beast, then the bones should be found.

However, I searched the entire mountain and collected all the bones, all from wild animals.

With this hope, in the past fifteen years, Beitang Yaori has not relaxed a day. The company has also been fully handed over to his younger son Beitang Ao to take care of. His only job now is to find his younger son, Beitang Jue.

"Mr. Di, you have been standing here for a few hours."

Leng Zhao walked over and put on a windbreaker on Beitang Yaori.

After being over forty years old, Beitang Yaori at this time had a more masculine atmosphere, with a very heroic appearance, less violent and more wise and profound.

"What's the news recently?"

"Mr. Emperor, there were at least tens of thousands of vehicles captured by the surveillance section of the expressway where the second young master fell off the cliff. All the cars followed the information, and there are no valuable clues yet."

"Is there any news from the Archives Bureau?"

"Follow Ruicheng as the center, according to the second young master's blood type, it has a population of at least one million. Now, only one-third of the population has been eliminated in gradual investigation, and we have to check it slowly."

There are millions of people, so we need to find out the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month!

"Where is Shao Siming?"

"In the past few years, the Dragon King will send 80% of the people to the scattered countries to find the second young master. Now there has not been any news from the West Young Master."

--hateful!!!

Beitang Yaori clenched his fists. Such conversations have become the most talked topic between Leng Zhaohe and Emperor Young Master in more than ten years.

Even if there is only one thousandth of hope, Beitang Yaori will never let go of a single slightest.

In the past fifteen years, not to mention the entire China, most of the region has been surveyed by the population in the past year.

Of course, this was an order issued by Beitang Yaori himself, but there was no information that matched Beitang Jue.

"Look, continue to increase your efforts to find me. I don't care what method you use. China cannot find it. I will issue a notice to the whole world to continue looking for it!"

"Mr. Emperor..."

"I have to see people alive, and I have to see corpses when I die!"

From the mouth of a father, Leng Zhao could imagine the huge hope and despair in it.

"Yes, I understand."

...

White Swan Castle, luxurious hall.

"Young Master, chrysanthemum tea."

The twenty-one-year-old Jiang Ming was carved out like a mold with his father Jiang Bo.

Elegant and noble, extremely beautiful, even the curved curve of the corner of the mouth is full of charming evil.

"Uncle, have some tea."

Jiang Ming personally poured a cup of chrysanthemum tea for Beitang Yaori, which was fresh and refreshing.

Jiang Bo never thought that in recent years, Beitang Yaori was the guest who visited White Swan Castle the most frequently.
Chapter completed!