「……」

I hope so.

The butter lamp was filled with the sandalwood smell of milk tea, and Lin Nuanxi once again sincerely prayed, hoping to see her son again one day.

……

Xijing, Lishan.

Beitang Yaori doesn't know how many times he has come to this place, and the little lord **** fell off the cliff back then.

The rolling mountains are not as far as the eye can see, however, every inch of this mountain has been stepped on by Beitang Yaori himself.

There was not the slightest slip of the tongue, and the mountain was so familiar to him that he could memorize it with his eyes closed.

However, there is no shadow of the little lord.

News without news is the best news, even if the little lord is really eaten by the beast, then, the bones should always be found.

However, the entire mountain was searched and all the bones were collected, all from wild animals.

With this hope, in the past fifteen years, the North Hall Flare has not slackened for a single day. The company is also fully handed over to his youngest son, Beitang Ao, to take care of it, and his only job now is to find his youngest son, Beitang Jue.

"Emperor Shao, you've been standing here for hours."

Leng Zhao walked over and put a trench coat on Beitang Yaori.

Over forty years old, Beitang Yaori at this time is more masculine and mature, with a heroic appearance, less arrogant and violent, and more wise and profound.

"What's the news lately?"

"Emperor Shao, there were tens of thousands of vehicles captured by the surveillance of the high-speed section where the second young master stumbled and fell off the cliff, and the subordinate vehicles have all tracked the information, and there are no valuable clues until now."

"Is there any news from the Archives Bureau?"

"With Ruicheng as the center, according to the second young master's blood type, the population is at least one million, and now the gradual investigation has only excluded one-third of the population, and it will be checked slowly."

Millions of people, this has to be checked to the Year of the Monkey!

"Where is the young priest?"

"In the past few years, the Dragon King will dispatch 80% of the people to scatter to various countries to find the Second Young Master, and now there is no news from the West Young Master."

- Abominable !!

Beitang Yaori clenched his fists, and this kind of conversation has become the most talked about topic between Leng Zhao and Emperor Shao for more than ten years.

Even if there is only one thousandth hope, Beitang Bright Sun will never let go of the slightest.

In the past 15 years, not to mention the whole of China, most of the border areas have been surveyed by the population all year round.

Of course, this was an order given by Beitang Yaori personally, but there was no information that matched Beitang Jue.

"Find, continue to increase my efforts to find, I don't care what method you use, China can't find it, give me a notice to the world to continue looking!"

"Emperor Shao ......"

"To live to see a man, to die to see a corpse!"

Hearing these eight words from the mouth of a father, Leng Zhao can imagine the huge hope and despair in it.

"Yes, my subordinates know."

……

White Swan Castle, a luxurious hall.

"Young Master, Chrysanthemum Tea."

Twenty-one-year-old Jiang Ming and his father Jiang Bo are like carved out of the same mold.

Elegant and noble, extremely beautiful, even the slight curve at the corner of his mouth reveals Jiang Bo's charming evil.

"Uncle, drink some tea."

Jiang Ming personally poured a cup of chrysanthemum tea for Beitang Yaori, which was full of freshness.

Jiang Bo would never have thought that over the years, Beitang Yaori was the guest who came to White Swan Castle the most.

Every time I come here to find Beitang Jue, Beitang Yaori will always go to the White Swan Castle to take a look and see Jiang Ming.