Ye Feng and Liu Hongxin glanced at each other happily, they could hear it from the old man's laughter, Wan Lin and they were fine! The hearty laughter that went straight to the sky was shouting to the disciples and grandchildren in the distance: Disciples, good job! did not disappoint the ancestors and ancestors of the ten thousand families!

At this time, Xiao Wan Miao in front of her grandfather suddenly looked up into the distance, and a smile suddenly appeared on her little face that had been tense, and Jing Yi and Shanshan on the side suddenly laughed.

Liu Hongxin and the others were overjoyed, and the children of the Wan family all sensed this good news! The two of them strode towards the old man. Shanshan's mother at the kitchen door also had a smile on her face, and turned around and went into the kitchen. She knew it was time for her, the logistics minister, to get busy.

The old man also turned around with joy on his face at this time, looking at the smiles on Liu Hongxin's faces, Ye Feng asked anxiously, "What do you feel all the time?" ”

"It's okay, let's go, let's set up a drink to celebrate!" The old man's powerful hand waved violently, and with a strong wind, he turned around and walked towards the hall.

Ye Feng and Liu Hongxin knew that the old man must have felt that Wan Lin and they had survived the danger safely! He hurriedly took out the phone and reported the good news from the old man to Wang Molin.

&nb Wang Molin was overjoyed when he heard Ye Feng's report, he knew that the old man and Qiuqiu both relied on superhuman abilities to feel Wanlin's current situation! The old man said that it was okay, Wanlin and they must be safe!

He hurriedly contacted Li Dongsheng again, informed him of the situation, put him at ease, and then called Lingling again. But he called several times in a row but there was no news, his heart became nervous again, and he quickly called up Wan Lin's satellite phone number and dialed it.

Wan Lin's hoarse voice immediately came from the phone, Wang Molin's heart suddenly tightened, and he had already heard extreme exhaustion from Wan Lin's first words. A master with profound internal skills, his voice has become so hoarse, which means that they must have gone through a hard battle!

When he heard Wan Lin's reply, he immediately said loudly: "Report the casualties immediately? When he heard that Xiaoya, Lingling and Wen Meng were hit by shrapnel, his heart suddenly became cold, and a cold air went straight to the top of his head.

His daughter Wen Meng was injured, Xiaoya, Lingling, and Dali were injured! This information made him feel as if he had been hit with a hammer on his head, and his eardrums were "buzzing".

He quickly took a deep breath, then clenched the phone and asked in a low voice, "How is the injury?" "It's okay, skin trauma! Xiaoya's concussion was the first to recover, and the rest of the injured have been treated in time. It's the arms and legs of the two big girls, Lingling and Wen Meng, I'm afraid there will be a few scars! Hahaha" Wan Lin's voice and a hoarse laugh came from the microphone!

Wang Molin, a battle-hardened veteran soldier, was stunned for a moment, and then burst out with a hearty laugh while holding the microphone, Wan Lin's joke showed that several people were not in danger of life, this is the gray humor on the battlefield, only they, the battle-hardened soldiers, understand the meaning.

For those of them who fought on the battlefield, the scars are glory, and the scars are the proof of their fighting for the country, and they are the glory of the soldiers they forged with blood!

At this moment, Wang Molin's headphones suddenly came from Wen Meng's voice inhaling cold air: "Dad, don't listen to the leopard's head, we're all fine, anyway, I can't get married and have my father to raise!" "Giggles, we can't get married, Dad!" The voices of Lingling, Xiaoya and Wu Xueying came from the earphones.

The crisp voices of the girls, like a gurgling clear spring, suddenly flowed through Wang Molin's long-standing heart. Two lines of tears suddenly flowed from his eyes, there is a woman like this, what more can a husband ask for! There is such a daughter, there is such a warrior who sees death as home! He, his father, the head of the General Administration of National Security, what else is there to worry about!

He quickly raised his hand to wipe the tears from his face, and replied loudly: "Yes, yes, yes! Dad raises you, dad must raise you! Also, I'll see which bunny dares not to want my pretty girls! Look at Lao Tzu if he doesn't clean them up, hahahaha" ......

In the midst of laughter, Wan Lin took the phone, and Wang Molin immediately said loudly: "The personnel of our intelligence station have rushed to your location, and Vice Minister Li Dongsheng and Major General Yu Jing have personally led a special operations team of the Southwest Military Region to the border to meet you. I have ordered my people to help you apply for the relevant documents, and you will return to China as much as possible according to the normal channels! ”

"Yes! I have already met Lao Liu, and I will definitely return to China as much as possible! Wan Lin's voice was still so hoarse in the microphone, but there was a deep longing in his voice!

Wang Molin silently put down the phone, he walked to the bedroom window, and opened the fuchsia floor-to-ceiling curtains. A clear morning light spilled into the room, and the warm, warm sunlight enveloped the room and enveloped him. Wang Molin looked up at the window, and suddenly picked up a small mirror frame on the table and looked at it carefully.

In the frame, a young girl with a bow on her head is staring at him with two big eyes, holding a colored pen in her hand and looking up at him quietly, with a hint of confusion and yearning in her eyes. Wang Molin smiled, that is his own girl, this is Wen Meng when he was a child. Now, my girl is older and has really grown up!

He raised his arm, gently wiped the frame of his glasses with the sleeve of his pajamas, and then placed it on the table upright, he then raised his mobile phone to dial Li Dongsheng, and quickly informed him of the phone call with Wan Lin just now.

At this time, three scimitar warriors in the hills, wearing animal skin jackets, with scimitars in their waists and guns in their hands, were striding towards Wanlin.

At this time, the two leopards had stood up alertly from Dali's side, their eyes flashing, and they looked vigilantly at the approaching three.

Wan Lin turned around and saw that the three people who came were old acquaintances Ah Hu, Ah Leopard and Ah Bu, he opened his mouth excitedly and shouted, raising his feet to run towards a few people. At this time, the three people more than ten meters away saw Wan Lin and the two leopards running over, suddenly stopped, suddenly knelt down on the top of the hill, and then raised the gun horizontally with both hands, and fell to the ground.

Wan Lin smiled, hurriedly ran over and pulled the three of them up one by one, and then hugged them one by one. The three of Abu laughed, put the gun behind their backs, held their right hand on their chests and took a step back, bowing deeply to Wan Lin.

Wan Lin looked at them with a smile and didn't stop them again. He knew that just now they were worshipping the leopard god's five bodies, and now they were saluting themselves. This is the etiquette of the scimitar tribe to the distinguished guests, and if they are not allowed to complete this set of procedures, several people will never give up.