However, when Su Yuanming and his daughter Su Qinghe were chatting with each other, a familiar but strange man's voice suddenly came to his ear, saying.

"Oh?"

"Let's see how your father and daughter plan to explain to me, Zhang Wutian!"

When this man's voice came, Su Yuanming and Su Qinghe's father and daughter were shocked, and they hurried along.

Then, in the midst of the storm, there was a seven-year-old who came with his hands on his back and his feet on the sky.

Although the Su's mansion is full of high walls, no matter how high the walls are, you can't stop the young man in front of you.

In this way, the young man stepped on the void step by step, just like stepping on an invisible ground. The torrential rain around him was shaken away by an invisible invisible force.

"Su Yuanming, the head of the Su family, pay homage to... Wutian devil, Lord Zhang Wutian..."

When Su Yuanming saw Zhang Xiaofan, he was so excited that he knelt down in front of Zhang Xiaofan with unspeakable horror.

As for Su Qinghe, he stood in the old pavilion with tea in his hand and looked at Zhang Xiaofan. For a moment, he was crazy.

"Zhang Xiaofan, you are back at last..."

The beautiful woman's clear eyes are like misty rain with a little bit of Jiangnan ink painting, and her eyes are moist.

"Flat out."

Zhang Xiaofan first looks at Su Qinghe, and then looks at Su Yuanming, who is kneeling on the ground.

"As early as a month and a half ago, I have come back, Su Yuanming, do you know?"

Smell speech, Su Yuanming is also quickly stand straight body, the face also then exposed a touch of color of bitter smile, the way.

"In the far Ming Dynasty, today's identity and status, to put it bluntly, he was just an aborigine in the south of the Yangtze River."

"Although, in the last week, Yuanming has also received a lot of rumors from friends in the field of cultivation, saying that you have returned, Lord mozun."

"However, the news from them is incredible, true or false, and before that, there have been many rumors about your coming back."

"Therefore, it's hard to tell which part of the gossip is true or false for a long time."

"Well..."

After hearing Su Yuanming's explanation, Zhang Xiaofan also nodded slowly.

Indeed, if you talk to the intelligence agencies with the country as the unit of influence.

As far as the huge and terrorist forces that affect a country or even a state are concerned, Su Yuanming said nothing more than the "land overlord" in the three-thirds of an acre of Jiangnan.

Let alone look at the whole of Southeast Asia, even if we only talk about the Great China. That is far from Su Yuanming's foothold.

Therefore, for such a small person as Su Yuanming, there is no doubt that he has very limited access to information.

When he received the news, it would be ten days and a half months behind the time when the incident really happened.

"Almost a month and a half ago, I killed sherokov in Dior harobavsko."

"Although the Imperial Russian side tried hard to cover up the news of sherokov's death and the defeat in the Far East war zone..."