When the spring rain comes, all things are born, and in such a rainy season, the things in people's hearts are easy to overflow.

Yi Yuanyan lay on the bamboo and rattan chair without saying a word, his eyes looked out from afar, and his expression was cold.

Counting the days, it has been a year and three months since he became someone else.

What kind of opportunity will make him reborn as his grandfather after death?

It's easy to delay, it's really incomprehensible.

He, a well-dressed beast in the 21st century, unfortunately died in a long-planned murder, but he didn't expect to stage a drama of a grandson becoming a grandfather when he returned to the world?

No matter how you think about it, this is like a joke, Yi Yuanyan used to look down on his grandfather the most, in his eyes, that old thing was old-fashioned and pedantic.

What age is it, and I still want to be a good person.

Of course, the old man also hated Yi Yanyan very much, and he was ashamed that the Yi family had such a wicked and unreadable descendant.

The grandfather and grandson are often incompatible.

At that time, Yi Yuanyan had a nickname, "Lord of Yama in the World", so you can imagine how bad this person is.

Of course, there must be afterglow in the house of goodness, and there must be aftermath in the house of evil, and Yi Yuanyan's later ending can be said to be miserable.

It's just surprising that he was actually reborn in the Republic of China, an era when he wasn't even a cell.

Then, he became a good person who sang in the mouth of the world, "a hundred is not more, one is not a little".

Oh, that's funny.

But, even so, Yi Yuanyan never thought of being a good person, since God gave him this opportunity so that he could relive the old man's life, then he had to turn his fate around for him.

Yi Yuanyan is a dangerous falcon, he can destroy people in the abyss, kill people invisibly, and anyone who offends him will not end well.

On weekdays, he maintains the appearance of a modest and polite gentleman, but once he takes off his disguise, he becomes the violent and unbridled Rakshasa of the night.

Suddenly, a powerful knock on the door pulled Yi Yanyan's thoughts back from his contemplation.

"Who?"

Yi Yuanyan tilted his head slightly, his thin lips opened lightly, and his words were dull.

"Yan Ye, it's me, Qi Yang."

"Enter."

Suddenly, the door was pushed open from the outside in, and a man with a grim face walked in.

"Master Yan, are you looking for me?"

Qi Yang walked behind Yi Yuanyan and asked respectfully.

"Well, go check on a guy named Wen Tao."

Yi Yuanyan lay comfortably on the rattan chair, her eyes closed, her nimble fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest.

Warm peach? Qi Yang felt a little familiar when he first heard this name, but he couldn't recall where he had heard it for a while.

But one thing he can be sure of is that this Wen Tao is a woman.

"Yes."

Qi Yang doesn't talk much, and people are also interested, the master's affairs, how can a slave ask a lot of reason.

"Well, go ahead."

As soon as Qi Yang turned around, Yi Yuanyan suddenly called him back again.

"By the way, has there been anything wrong with the Yulong Hall recently?"

The Yulong Hall is Yi Yuanyan's secret base, and there are a number of killers in it, and they are used by him.

Killers, killers, naturally do some bloody things, so, Yi Yuanyan still hasn't left his old job, he used to raise society, and now he raises killers, and the common denominator is that he does all kinds of evil.

"Hui Yanye, it's nothing unusual."

"Okay, got it, let's go down."

"Yes, Qi Yang retired."

Qi Yang walked out of Yi Yuanyan's bedroom, he cautiously closed the door, and recalled Wen Tao's name again in his mind, always feeling as if he had come into contact with such a person somewhere.