Ye Qinqin held a pure white boat.

looked at Song Yuyi.

"Brother Yi, what is the Three Thousand Waterfall that shocks the clans and flows straight down to three thousand feet?"

She was curious about the meaning of the Three Thousand Waterfalls.

Song Yu stared at Ye Qinqin intently.

The long, narrow phoenix eyes are full of tenderness and pampering.

He said softly: "I just know a sentence handed down by the Fei clan: The three thousand waterfalls of the Fei clan welcome the world's honored guests." Presumably, it should be a magnificent waterfall! ”

Ye Qinqin nodded.

"Three Thousand Waterfalls, it sounds very powerful, presumably, it is very spectacular."

On the side, Fei Hanfeng heard the words of Ye Qinqin and Song Yuyi.

He was so proud that he proudly said: "The three thousand waterfalls of our Fei clan are mighty and mighty, and the torrent is rushing down, like ten thousand horses galloping, roaring down. Even if you just watch from afar, you will be shocked by the momentum of the vast smoke and waves. ”

Ye Qinqin admired.

"Fei Hanfeng, you export a chapter."

Fei Hanfeng's cheeks flushed.

"The history of the Three Thousand Waterfalls is that the clan requires everyone to memorize it." Fei Hanfeng couldn't help but tremble.

He's most annoying to carry things.

But as the leader of the guards, he can't recite it.

I don't have the face to confess to my clansmen.

"Fei Hanfeng, can you tell me about my mother Fei Wu in the Fei Clan?" Ye Qinqin asked.

She couldn't wait to find out.

Fei Hanfeng's face changed.

Vaguely, "Flying is not there, there is nothing to say." ”

Ye Qinqin was stunned.

She had already heard Fei Hanfeng say twice that her mother Feiwu was not there.

Even if Mom Feiwu is not there.

She wanted to ask Fei Hanfeng about her mother's affairs in the Fei clan.

It shouldn't be a very difficult thing to do.

"I just want to know a few things about Mommy Flying. Please. Ye Qinqin prayed.

Fei Hanfeng's gaze moved to other places.

"I don't know."

He refused Ye Qinqin's pleading.

Ye Qinqin's eyes dimmed.

Seemingly.

Fei Hanfeng didn't want to tell her mother about Feiwu.

"Qinqin." Song Yuyi looked at Ye Qinqin distressedly.

He had never seen Ye Qinqin praying to others with such a humble attitude.

"Brother Yi." Ye Qinqin said softly.

She stretched out her arm.

Tightly circled Song Yuyi.

Get support and courage from Song Yuyi.

Song Yuyi stretched out his hand.

Gently patted Ye Qinqin's back.

"Qinqin, it's okay, since you came to the Fei family, how can you return empty-handed." Song Yuyi's voice was pitying.

Even if he turns the Fei clan upside down.

I also want to find Qinqin's mother Feiwu.

He is the head of the Song family, a thousand-year-old wealthy family in country M.

His acumen and judgment are among the best in the family.

When Fei Hanfeng talked about Ye Qinqin's mother flying, the worry and refusal to answer between his eyebrows all showed another meaning of the matter.

Ye Qinqin looked at Song Yuyi, who had a gentle expression and confidence.

The tip of my heart trembled.

She knew that Brother Yi never spoke lightly.

Since Brother Yi said that he would not return empty-handed.

There must be a case in the heart.

"Brother Yi......" Ye Qinqin stared at Song Yuyi.

She believes that no matter what, as long as Brother Yi comes forward.

It will definitely be solved.

Song Yuyi nodded slightly.

The thin, blush-shaped curved lips are gently raised.

A lingering smile.

Like a soft breeze hitting the face.

"Qinqin, let's go to the Fei clan first, and take a good look at the three thousand waterfalls recorded by the Fei clan that fly down three thousand feet."

Song Yuyi's tone was as calm as water, still without waves.

The beautiful and elegant face exudes a ruthless and fierce atmosphere.