The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 1640

The first thousand and 640 chapters, if the smoke is gone, I will lose

The next day, in the afternoon, there were a few wisps of drizzle in Huaxi, but Murong Wuxin's funeral was still held on time.

Ye Fan seized the time to bring Song Hongyan and Qianqian to Feilai Peak.

Today's Feilai Peak is not only hung with white curtains, thousands of wreaths, but also planted with countless cypress trees.

Feilai Peak is more beautiful and cleaner than Regal Cemetery.

Neatly trimmed cypress trees, paths without fallen leaves, plum blossoms swaying in the wind, and lonely small temples.

If it wasn't for the white sadness, if it wasn't for the weeping of Murong's nephew, it would be hard for outsiders to imagine that this place is Murong's unintentional destination.

However, the quietness of the environment did not let the five members relax their vigilance.

Ye Fan, Song Hongyan, and Qianqian were stopped by disciples of Tangmen in a parking lot on the mountainside.

It is 800 meters away from the top of Feilai Peak, where Murong Wuxin is buried.

But except for Tang Pingfan's convoy, all personnel must get out of the car and walk up to avoid carrying explosive objects in the car.

After the disciples of Tangmen who blocked the car recognized the identities of Ye Fan and Song Hongyan, they immediately apologized repeatedly, saying that they hadn't seen them clearly.

Tang Shi'er had warned them that any guests, including the cars of Huaxi Murong's nephew, could not go up the mountain, but Ye Fan and Song Hongyan could go up the mountain without hindrance.

Ye Fan and Song Hongyan didn't drive up after being stopped by the disciples of the Tang Sect.

One is to keep the rules so as not to involve two people in an accident, and the other is that it is also very good for a family of three to take a walk up the mountain.

So Ye Fan walked up slowly with Qian Qian and Song Hongyan in his arms.

"Today's defense is really tight enough."

On the way forward, Song Hongyan opened her umbrella, glanced around and said with a smile:
"It seems that Tang Pingfan is still nervous about his life."

While speaking, she approached Ye Fan lightly, and the umbrella tilted towards Ye Fan's head.

Last night she teased Ye Fan to help her get [-] steps. Although Ye Fan ran away with a flushed face, the relationship between the two has warmed up a lot.

She no longer shy away from public intimacy.

"It feels more closely guarded than the head of state."

Ye Fan raised his head and took a look. It was indeed heavily guarded, with three steps, one guard and five steps, one sentry.

In addition to the five elites with live ammunition, there are also drones hovering in the sky, checking every corner.

Moreover, there are several checkpoints on the way up the mountain, checking the identities of those attending the funeral.

Ye Fan also saw several helicopters flying overhead, constantly patrolling the surrounding sky to prevent the hot air balloon attack from happening again.

On the mountain road, there were dozens of police dogs twitching their noses.

Ye Fan smiled wryly: "But yes, be careful sailing for thousands of years, I don't know if the ugly old man will appear today."

Song Hongyan's eyes grew colder: "I really hope he comes here."

She believes that the five families who have suffered a lot must have done their homework today.

The ugly old man will surely die if he comes here to act wildly.

So she very much hoped that the other party would attack, so that she could give Ye Fan a sigh of relief.

"I hope not."

Ye Fan smiled and reached out to touch Qianqian's head: "You are here, no matter how small the change is, I don't want it to happen."

He originally asked Sissy to stay at home and have a good rest at noon.

But the little girl refused to be separated from them no matter what, and it might not be safe for her to stay in the small courtyard of Tangmen, so Ye Fan had no choice but to bring her here.

Qianqian blinked her watery eyes and asked weakly: "Father, I'm sorry, I shouldn't make trouble."

"It's okay, don't run around, just follow your parents and you'll be fine."

Ye Fan smiled lightly: "There are a lot of people today. Once you run away, it will be difficult for your parents to find you."

Sissy nodded sensiblely: "Cissy won't run around."

"Good boy."

Song Hongyan reached out and patted her daughter's head, then remembered something and said:
"By the way, Dad called you in the morning, but you didn't answer when you went to morning exercise, and then he called me again."

"He said that Huaxi has had a cold snap for the past few days, and he's coming over to bring you clothes."

"His plane at noon, it is estimated that he will fly to Huaxi after we attend the funeral."

She told Ye Fan that Ye Wujiu was coming to Huaxi.

"I saw the text message. He was supposed to leave in the morning, but he didn't get a ticket, so he had to come in the afternoon."

Ye Fan hugged Qianqian tightly slightly: "What cold current sent clothes, the second elder probably heard that something happened to me, and ran over to stare at me."

He felt helpless for Ye Wujiu and Shen Biqin to be so nervous, but there was a warm current surging in his heart.

"They also care about you, otherwise why would they come here after a long journey?"

Song Hongyan was considerate: "After we finish attending the funeral, we will go to the airport to pick him up."

Ye Fan nodded lightly: "Okay, bring Qianqian along, and make him happy."

A trace of melancholy passed through his heart.

The fourth elder was originally expecting to hold his grandson by the end of next month, but now that Tang Ruoxue parted ways with him, the child was out of reach.

Ye Fan knew that Ye Wujiu and the others were disappointed, so he thought about letting Qian Qian, the granddaughter, make them happy first.

"Ugh-"

Just as Ye Fan's thoughts were spinning, there was a sound of a helicopter above his head.

The three of them looked over subconsciously, and saw the helicopter flying low by their side, splashing the raindrops in all directions.

The vegetation under the fuselage also rises and falls one after another.

When Ye Fan raised his head and looked over, the helicopter was flying to a cliff not far away, pouring bullets at the entrance of a half-meter-high hole.

Then another tear gas bomb was thrown, and the two went back and forth before slowly leaving.

"Really conscientious!"

Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "Even check the collapsed holes."

"Didn't you just say that? Be careful sailing for ten thousand years."

Song Hongyan smiled slightly: "In yesterday's battle, half of the enemies were wiped out, but half of the enemies did not show up."

"There is no trace of Jinggong Masako, which shows that the enemy still has the strength to fight."

"It's easy to lose your life if you take it lightly at this time."

She took out a tissue and wiped the rain off Ye Fan's face.

Ye Fan was about to say thank you, but suddenly his eyelids twitched, and he raised his head to look at the sky.

He looked at a goshawk circling high in the sky, and his eyes instantly became more vigilant...

At almost the same moment, the ugly old man was wearing the costumes of the disciples of the Tang Sect, and rushed from a small road to Feilai Peak at an extremely fast speed.

After crossing this path, he reached the nearly ninety-degree cliff of Feilai Peak.

At that time, he will enter the small temple directly from the passage where Murong poured ashes unintentionally.

A passage that was hidden and unknown at that time.

The forest is getting deeper and deeper, the road is getting narrower and narrower, and the mountain road is quiet, even a little weird.

Not even the sound of birds chirping and insects chirping.

Ugly old men have nothing to fear.

It was difficult for the disciples of the Tang clan to track down his whereabouts, and the five masters were no match for him, and Ye Fan and the others were injured by him again yesterday.

He believed that none of the more than 1000 coalition forces could stop him.

Because of his self-confidence and arrogance, the ugly old man was very surprised when Ye Wujiu walked out.

His voice sank: "Who are you?"

"laugh--"

Ye Wujiu took out a match and lit Baisha and said lightly:
"The smoke is gone, you're not dead, I'm the loser..."

(End of this chapter)