Meng Shengnan took out his mobile phone and made a call.

The call was answered quickly.

Meng Shengnan: "Shaodong, I am not doing well, I was captured by the enemy, and I am willing to be punished." ”

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

After a while, an ethereal girl's voice came: "Man, I will send someone to rescue you immediately." ”

"Tell the other party that if you die, his family will be ruined. You live, we will give it to you. ”

Meng Shengnan said: "Young Dongjia, he also asked me to tell you a word." ”

"At night, the mountain village is quiet, the clear light shines on the bamboo forest, and the stream is ...... What's going on by the stream? ”

Unexpectedly, the young owner's emotions suddenly became excited: "I heard the birds by the stream, who does my sister know?" ”

Meng Shengnan immediately nodded: "Yes, yes, that's it." ”

"Which poet wrote this poem? I've never heard of it before. ”

The young owner shouted excitedly: "It's the master, this is the master's own creation." ”

"There are only three people in the world who know this poem, one master, one me, and the other ......"

"Man, who told you this poem? Is his surname Ye? ”

Meng Shengnan looked confused: "Yes, his surname is indeed Ye, and his name is Ye Wudao......"

The young owner shouted: "Quick, quickly give the phone to the ancestor." ”

Master!

Meng Shengnan's eyes almost glared: "Young Dongjia, what do you say...... You said that the surname Ye is our ancestor? ”

Shao Dongjia said: "That's right, it's the ancestor." ”

Meng Shengnan took a deep breath: "Mistaken, you must have made a mistake, Shaodong." This guy is only about thirty years old......"

Shao Dongjia: "What does this have to do with age?" You forget, our master is only in his twenties. ”

Meng Shengnan thoughtfully: "That's right." ”

She handed the phone to Ye Wudao in a daze: "Oh, you can answer it." ”

Ye Wudao took the phone with a complicated mood.

"Hey ......"

As soon as he said a word, there was a loud thud from the other side.

"Disciple Sun Nangong Yunyue, knock to see the ancestor."

Ye Wudao: "No courtesy." ”

"Over the years, your master Xiaomo has been fine."

Meng Shengnan trembled.

Mob?

That's the nickname of the leader.

In the whole world, no one dared to call her nickname......

This guy is really my ancestor?

Meng Shengnan was a little devastated.

Nangong Yunyue, the young owner, said: "Back to the master, the master has not had a good time over the years. ”

"Since you said goodbye last time, the master has been sending people to look for you, but to no avail for many years."

"The master became lovesick, depressed all day long, and finally retired to the mountains and forests, did not ask about the world, and even almost became a nun several times."

"Master, if you don't come back, I'm worried that the master won't be able to hold ......."

Ye Wudao sighed: "Tell your master that I will go to see her in a few days." ”

"Forget it, you better not tell her about me, lest she come to me. I'll see her when I have time. ”

"Now, I'm in a little trouble and need Meng Shengnan's help."

Nangong Yunyue said: "Master, please turn on hands-free." ”

Ye Wudao turned on the hands-free.

Nangong Yunyue: "Meng Shengnan listened to the order, did his best to cooperate with the work of the ancestor, spared no effort, and it was not a pity to die." ”

Meng Shengnan still wanted to make the last struggle: "Shaodong, could it be that you made a mistake, let me tell you, this Ye Wudao is a soft rice ......"

Nangong Yunyue: "Man, don't force me to issue a black feather order......"

Well, for the sake of Ye Wudao, the Shaodong family even moved out of the Black Feather Order, and it seems that this fact is not acceptable.

She hung her head in frustration: "Meng Shengnan took the order." "The mobile phone side of the second memory provides you with wonderful \ novel reading.

Nangong Yunyue still wanted to say something to Ye Wudao, but was hung up by Ye Wudao.

Then, the scene was deadly quiet.