Chapter 501

After Ji Yue mausoleum retreated, Yao Xianghe, a widow, revealed what was vicious!

Those Ji's children who didn't accept her rule, no matter how old they were, would inevitably end up in ruin.

Therefore, in the past ten years, no one dared to question Yao Xianghe.

In addition to Ji Yueling mausoleum, Yao Xianghe's prestige in Ji's family is no longer around.

Therefore, when Yao Xianghe entered the room, the crowd suddenly became silent.

As for the young man behind Yao Xianghe, it is naturally Yao Xianghe's eldest son, Ji baxiao's elder brother, and now Ji's eldest master, Ji chuanshuo.

Compared with Ji baxiao's arrogance and ignorance, Ji chuanshuo is more mature and introverted.

His eyes twinkled, and he seemed indifferent to the death of Ji Yueling Ling, just thinking about something.

Yao Xianghe first glanced at the silent body of Ji Yueling mausoleum, and then turned to the children of the Ji family.

"You obey my grandfather's will. No one is allowed to go to Yehong's trouble without my permission. Do you hear me?"

Ji's family and so on, immediately bowed his head respectfully.

"Let's go."

When only Yao Xianghe and Ji chuanshuo were left in the room, Yao Xianghe also waved his hand: "chuanshuo, you also go down."

Ji chuanshuo's eyes flashed a touch of elusive light and said in a deep voice: "mother... Don't hold on."

The corners of his mouth were slightly crooked, and he turned and left smartly.

Looking at his more and more can not see through the son, Yao Xianghe eyes can not help flashing a touch of fatigue.

"Grandfather is asleep! No one to play with me

Outside the corridor of the room, Ji baxiao appeared with a silly smile on her face, and then she clapped her hands and hopped away.

The fatigue in Yao Xianghe's eyes suddenly turned into a sad meaning.

Two lines of clear tears ran down her cheek.

A gust of breeze blowing, faintly will Yao Xianghe's murmuring to the air.

"Lao Zu... Xiao'er... I will surely avenge you!

I Yao Xianghe can't be honest and upright in ancient martial arts. But I have thousands of ways to make you die at night without a burial place! "

...

the next day, at 1803, building 16, Tianhe yuan, Yehong woke up and felt refreshed.

After last night's new year's Day War, Yehong felt that his body was strong a lot.

If you practice martial arts hard, you can really build up your body.

The cell phone at the head of the bed suddenly rings.

Night Hong also thought it was Leizi, did not expect a look at the screen is a familiar and unfamiliar number.

Said is familiar, naturally is night Hong knows the number master.

Said is strange, but because this number is the first time and night Hong call.

The number is from Jiang guchan.

Before Jiang guchan left the night food, he asked Yehong to remember to contact him.

But since the last time Jiang guchan left, Yehong has never called the number he left.

First, Yehong didn't have time. Second, Yehong didn't seem to need to cooperate with Jiang guchan, so he left it behind.

What's the old man looking for himself?

Night Hong eyebrow micro wrinkle, answered the phone.

"You boy, if I don't look for you, you'll leave me an old man in Java?"

As soon as the phone was connected, Jiang guchan's voice was ringing at the other end of the phone.

This explosive voice reminds Yehong of his grandfather's night bell Lu in Longchi village.

A sense of intimacy came into being.

Yehong said with a smile: "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, there are so many things recently that I've forgotten to come to my house and ask for trouble.

What can I do for you

At the other end of the phone, Jiang guchan's solemn voice came: "I want to invite you to join the Jiangnan Ancient Medical Association."