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Chen Suifeng had also woken up from his shock at this moment, and the conversation between his father and his son was lingering by his ear. There was an indescribable coldness in his heart, as he roared at Long Aotian: "Enough, your man Yu Fan won't move, you can leave now!"

Chen Suifeng did not have much respect for his biological father, who was even inferior to that countryside farmer. Therefore, at this moment, he had a furious look in his eyes, and his face had a sinister look. He looked like a terrifying lion protecting its own territory.

Chen Yufan's finger started to move slightly, moving away from the shadow assassin's face. The assassin with Nine Grade felt relieved, as if he was reborn with joy in his heart. Before this, his life wasn't his. He held it in the hands of the young man in front of him. Thinking of this, he felt a chill in his heart. However, the corners of his mouth slightly moved as he said, "Thank you!"

Although his voice was still cold, there was an indescribable meaning to it. Chen Yufan ignored him. However, Long Aotian had waved her hand at him, and his shadow disappeared into the air, as if there wasn't even any trace of movement, and only a fragment of the sword on the floor, proved that she had appeared here.

Long Aotian's brows started to wrinkle, his fingers continuously moved, revealing traces of unease. But at this moment, Chen Yufan was also rotating the Jade Thumb Ring on the middle finger of his left hand, his eyes carrying an intense luster of dissatisfaction.

"Why? "Why aren't you coming back with me?" Long Aotian once again asked the same question.

His eyes were staring straight at Chen Yufan, as though he was trying to discern something from those seemingly sleeping eyes. However, he was very disappointed, very disappointed, because he could not see anything. His expression was as calm as if he had experienced a hundred years of vicissitudes of life, without the slightest ripple.

"Why?" Long Aotian asked again.

Chen Yufan only tilted his head slightly, a smile appearing on his face. As I am about to go abroad with Professor Li Wen Jing to study abroad, I can only let you down. Furthermore, I don't know much about Long Sect, and I'm not interested in learning it either! "That's it!"

When the old man heard Chen Yufan's monologue, he felt an indescribable disappointment in his heart. However, there was some hope, it was just that he was studying abroad. When a child grew up, there would always be some changes. However, when he heard Li Jun's name, he was astonished for two seconds. The expression on his face became more and more wonderful.

Long Aotian was constantly cursing in his heart: Li Wen Tian, you bastard! You son of a b * tch with one of your Carefree Villa but you actually want to get on my grandson's bad side? Li Wentian, Li Wen Tian asked. You two shameless fellows just wait, when I return, I will definitely settle this score with you.

At the moment, not only was Long Aotian's expression brilliant, even Chen Suifeng's expression was interesting. However, most of the time, his expression was comforting, extremely comforting. The person who handed his child over to the old Li Family was still better than this crazy old bastard in front of him. Who knew what this old bastard would teach his child to be like?

Therefore, other than the excitement, Chen Suifeng nodded his head in comfort.

The sound of the autumn wind and the sound of the falling leaves outside could very clearly be heard by the three people. It was just that the sound was very soft, but it was very ear-piercing, especially for Long Aotian.

In an afternoon, for an entire afternoon, the father and son pair had shut themselves in this room, and no one knew what they were talking about or what they were discussing. Even Li Qinhua didn't know, she had only obediently left, staying very far away, although she was curious, and also nervous.

After an unknown period of time, the old man finally walked out of the house with his head hung low, while Chen Suifeng, like a victorious general, stood arrogantly behind the old man, watching him leave. He was feeling indescribably happy and excited, and the grudge that had been plaguing his heart for more than thirty years was finally released, so he was very happy.

On the other hand, Chen Yufan had no expression on his face, and was very calm. Although his old man and his old man had signed a two-year agreement and he didn't like the feeling of being manipulated, he still maintained his calm and silence.

However, underneath Chen Yufan's calm surface, his blood and sweat was surging nonstop. This was the first time this kind of situation had occurred since he had entered the Innate Realm, or perhaps the second level of the Free and Unrestrained Heart Method. He could not concentrate his thoughts. Killing intent filled his mind for a moment, as if the shadow's sword intent had affected his temperament.

In this sort of situation, Li Xiaoyao had once told him that at such a critical juncture, he needed a type of power to vent the thoughts in his heart. Otherwise, he would never be able to advance a single inch. This was the main reason why Li Xiaoyao had yet to break through.

Chen Yufan didn't want to follow in his footsteps, so he still had to find a way out. That sword strike had already faintly triggered Chen Yufan's desire to kill, but it was still in its infancy, and had been suppressed by him.

After sending off Old Man Long Aotian, the father and son then returned to the living room. The two of them sat in front of each other for a long time, Chen Suifeng casually lit up a cigarette, then looked at Chen Yufan: "Do you want one?

Chen Yufan silently shook his head and said: "This won't work!"

Chen Suifeng became silent again, and only after the entire cigarette had turned into ashes in his hand did he slowly stand up and walk to his own son. He was a little curious, a little surprised, and looked at him a little fearfully, and looked at him for a good while.

Chen Yufan also laughed, a bashful smile similar to a brand name came out from his face, and then he said indifferently: "It's been twenty years, I also never knew that father was actually an expert in martial arts!"

What followed was still silence, and the one who broke the silence was still Chen Suifeng. He took a deep breath of the cigarette in his hand, and a puff of smoke slowly poured out from his mouth, forming a circle in the air: "There are some things I'm very curious about, can you tell me?"

Do not act, do not act! Do not act!" Right now, Chen Yufan was already riding a tiger and couldn't back down. How could he not be curious about his father, the Mayor of Jinling, who was actually a Grade Nine Expert? How could he not want to know what happened last night?

However, this story sounded somewhat absurd and bizarre. In a night of a hundred years, no one would believe such a thing. But Chen Yufan still spoke calmly, and Chen Suifeng also listened quietly. When he heard Li Xiaoyao's name, he immediately said: "Li Xiaoyao? You sure you're called Li Xiaoyao, what does the old man look like? "

Chen Yufan helplessly described his master's appearance to his father. Chen Suifeng's first reaction was to be shocked, and second, to stand up from the table. He muttered: "It's him, it's him, it's really him!"

Chen Yufan had already vaguely guessed the relationship between this master and Li Family, it was just that he had not gotten any strong evidence to corroborate with them. Now that Chen Suifeng had said those words, he could conclude that his mother should have come from the Carefree Villa, and was a descendant of the Li Imperial Family.

Since he was still young and hadn't gone to the Carefree Villa before, he naturally wasn't clear about this. But as a young master of the Carefree Villa, how could Chen Suifeng not have gone to the Carefree Villa? The wedding he had with Li Qinhua back then was at the Carefree Villa, and the first thing he did was to pay respects to the ancestor. He could naturally see that person's portrait clearly, it was unusually handsome, as though he was a man descended from heaven.