Murphy knew that Nan Feng Xiao had softened his heart, and the heart that was hanging in the air finally let go.
Tang Yichen glanced at Nan Fengxiao indifferently before sitting on the sofa.
In fact, before Tang Yichen spoke, Nan Fengxiao had already begun to investigate.
"Yichen, don't worry about warm things." Murphy comforted Tang Yichen.
Tang Yichen couldn't listen to anyone now, and looked directly at Nan Feng Xiao, "I'm going to turn over the entire Kyoto, but I don't know where she was taken."
Wu Ye is already in Kyoto, so the warmth must be in his hands.
Nan Feng Xiao frowned, leaning on the sofa, without saying a word, still did not feel the domineering nature of him.
"I heard that the old guy's son was buried in China." Nan Fengxiao said lightly, and Tang Yichen suddenly realized.
That old guy is a Chinese, with a deep thought of returning to the roots of fallen leaves.
After his son died, he was indeed buried in China.
But no one knows where it is buried in China.
Nan Fengxiao looked at Tang Yichen and slowly said, "I am also looking for this place. He dares to let us guess so easily. You will not find this place so easily."
Therefore, this place is the key, as long as you find this place, you can find warmth.
"What should I do? That old thing is crazy, I don't know what he will do with warmth."
Tang Yichen scratched his hair irritably, and his black eyes were bloodshot at the moment, looking terrifying.
Morphy glanced at Nan Fengxiao, and Nan Fengxiao immediately hugged Morphy into his arms.
She had never seen Tang Yichen like this, irritable, not calm, Tang Yichen shouldn't be like this in her heart.
"Yichen, don't be like this."
Just as Morphy's hand touched Tang Yichen's hand, Tang Yichen stood up suddenly, looking excited, "I know where it is."
Nan Feng Xiao was puzzled, "You know?"
When Tang Yichen rushed over with someone, the room in the hotel had exactly the same background as the picture he sent him.
This villa is in a suburb next to Kyoto and is very luxuriously decorated.
Next to the villa, is the grave of Wu Ye's son.
Nan Fengxiao looked at the decoration in the room and sneered, "It's wasted to decorate such a good house for a dead person."
Tang Yichen looked around and saw no warm figure. Instead, he saw pictures of Wu Ye's son plastered on the wall.
Tang Yichen's eyes were cold, and the moment he raised his hand, he pulled out a blank face.
"How do you know you are here?" Nan Feng Xiao opened the window and observed the surrounding terrain.
Tang Yichen leaned weakly against the wall and said in a low voice, "I only knew this is the hometown of the fifth master in one chance. The place he said can be easily found."
Nan Fengxiao retracted his gaze, holding his hands in front of his chest, a little strange.
No one was here, but the villa was lit up with street lights everywhere, as if they knew they were coming.
At this time, Jiulong suddenly ran in from outside, holding a necklace in his hand.
"Big Young."
Jiulong put the necklace in Tang Yichen's hand. He had seen it on his warm neck.
"Where did you find it?" Tang Yichen suddenly came to his mind, grabbing Jiulong and shouting.
"On... on the tombstone." Jiulong replied tremblingly to Tang Yichen.
Putting Miss Wen's necklace on the tombstone unexpectedly has ulterior motives to such an extent.
Although she didn't find warmth, she didn't find anything. This proves that she is safe, doesn't it
"Is she still alive? Tang Yichen murmured while holding the warm necklace.