"Wherever the young master goes, Qingluan will go."

"That's okay."

Ye Qingyun knelt down again and stroked the big-haired dog's head vigorously.

"You old thing, you followed me to the Central Plains, and I thought you were going to die here."

"I didn't expect you to be so energetic. It seems you can live for another two years."

Da Mao looked at Ye Qingyun helplessly.

The three Huikong people on the side also looked strange.

In the whole world, only Ye Qingyun, the eldest son, regards Da Mao as an ordinary old dog.

"Before we go back, let's call all our old acquaintances over to have some fun."

Ye Qingyun immediately decided to have a good meal before leaving the Central Plains.

And I want to call over all my old acquaintances with whom I have good relationships.

Let's all have a good time together.

Naturally, let Mu Yangzi handle this matter.

On the second day.

Ye Qingyun was preparing ingredients in the kitchen, and the invited friends also arrived one after another.

"Master Ye!"

Legalist sage Han Zhen was the first to arrive, with a serious and ashamed look on his face.

He was also carrying an old man with a pale face in his hand.
Chapter completed!