"Have you tried to find your family?" Nan Muran looked at Si Ye with undisguised heartache in her eyes. This was the first time she had touched upon Si Ye's past so early since they met.
Si Ye nodded, and then suddenly laughed: "Before I was ten years old, I was full of expectations and would run out of the orphanage to find my parents at any time, but later on, I didn't care anymore.
Now, even if they were standing in front of me, it would be hard for them to cause any ripples."
Nan Muran reached out and held his calloused fingers. She felt distressed but didn't know where to start comforting him: "Qi Jin told me that Si Qiaoyun is your aunt."
"Is this matter also related to Si Jinle?" Si Ye asked directly without Nan Muran saying anything else.
"Why are you always so smart?" Nan Muran laughed.
Ever since Si Ye left the army and stood with him, he always spoke very little and never opposed his ideas, but he knew everything and nothing could be hidden from him.
Si Ye sat down beside her and held her cold hand tightly: "When Qi Jin didn't let us go after Si Jinle last night, something was obviously wrong.
Besides, the little one followed you as soon as you left the house this morning. It would be strange if there was nothing secretive going on."
"You were patient enough not to ask him." Nan Muran complained to Si Ye with a little dissatisfaction. In her heart, they were one and the same, and there was nothing to hide.
Si Ye held her hand tightly and said solemnly, "Ran Ran, whether it's Qi Jin, Brother Wu, or even Lao Ying and the others, as long as they are worthy of your complete trust, you don't need to consider my feelings too much."
Nan Muran leaned against his shoulder, sighed slightly and didn't give Si Ye any explanation: "Do you want to find a chance to go and take a look at the Si family?"
Si Ye was very clear about the deep meaning of Nan Muran's words. His attitude towards the Si family directly determined Nan Muran's attitude towards Si Jinle during this trip to Devil Cry Mountain.
After thinking about it carefully, he made a decision: "It would be a lie to say that I'm not curious, but I don't want to waste any emotion and time on this matter."
"I understand." Nan Muran nodded.
"Let's go back." Si Ye looked at the door of the house that suddenly opened not far from the hot spring and said.
In the cave, He Yifeng and his group were practicing in the fighting field set up in the corner of the cave. In order to maintain the best fighting condition, all the Xiaolong people, like Nan Muran and his group, never slacked off because of their superpowers. So they still maintained strong physical fitness and extreme combat effectiveness.
At this moment, in the small fighting arena, Qinglong was thrown to the ground cleanly by He Yifeng.
The squirrels and their group nearby sighed, but no one dared to go up and fight He Yifeng again. They were really scared of being beaten in the past.
"Wild Wolf, hurry up, come here."
"yes……"
"A fight between the Wild Wolf and the Flame Dragon will definitely be exciting."
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Seeing Si Ye appear, the eyes of the entire Xiaolong were bright, and they were clamoring in their hearts to see the masters fight. You know, the story of Nan Yanlong and Bei Yelang has been going on in the army for many years, but no one has ever seen these two people appear in the fighting field.
Si Ye and He Yifeng smiled at each other, obviously neither of them intended to fight in front of everyone.
Suddenly, Jia Wu on the side looked at Nan Muran, his tone was not as calm as before, but a little more expectant: "Ran Ran, do you want to see them practice against each other?"
Nan Muran was obviously stunned, and pointed at herself in surprise: "Me?"
"Yes, Miss Nan, they are legends in the army before the end of the world. Nan Yanlong and Bei Yelang are both top fighting masters. You can learn a lot from watching them fight." After Jiawu gave Qinglong a wink, Qinglong, who usually didn't talk much, also stood up and urged Nan Muran to express his opinion.
Nan Muran felt that Qinglong and Jiawu's reactions were a little strange, but she didn't think much about it: "Do you all want to see it so much?"
"Of course." The squirrel said without hesitation.
"Yeah, yeah, I want to see it." Xiaobai's eyes lit up as well.
"I want to see it too." Jiawu looked at Nan Muran with a firm tone.
Everyone else also turned into nodding bugs.
Nan Muran looked at the eight of them with expectant eyes and said helplessly: "That also depends on the two of them being willing. What's the point of you telling me?"
The others sighed and thought that what Nan Muran said was fine, but Jiawu and Qinglong were stunned for a moment. Well, in the area of love between men and women, this is also a melon.
In the end, Jia Wu found a barely reasonable reason to persuade Nan Muran: "The minority should obey the majority. If you agree, we will pass it unanimously."
"Yeah, I want to see it too. How about you guys have a fight?" Nan Muran said happily after hearing Jiawu say that.
Si Ye looked at his little idiot and took off his coat helplessly, then walked onto the makeshift fighting arena they had set up.
The two men in the fighting arena were both about 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waists. They were incredibly handsome, and the looks they gave each other were somewhat evil and extremely aggressive.
After the two fought, the nine people on the side were stunned as they watched the two people on the field quickly rotate their positions. Their every move and every reaction was worth studying carefully. It turned out that the competition between masters always benefited people a lot.
But as time went on, it became clear that something was wrong with the atmosphere between the two of them.
"This is too cruel." Xiaobai couldn't help but tremble when looking at He Yifeng's side kick.
Jiawu, who was standing next to Nan Muran, cleared his throat. These two guys were fighting desperately, and it was obvious that there was some personal grudge involved.
Facing He Yifeng's fierce attack, Si Ye did not give in and went straight to meet him head-on.
"Hiss, it hurts." The squirrel felt sorry for them.
Nan Muran also realized that something was wrong, but she didn't plan to stop it. It was not until she saw the two men locked in each other's arms with bruises and swollen faces that she stepped onto the makeshift fighting field: "I declare that both of you are very powerful. This time it's a draw."
If someone else came to judge the result at this moment, they would probably be scolded, but it was Nan Muran. The two of them looked at each other and could only stop their actions.
"Xiaobai, take care of their wounds." Nan Muran looked at the two handsome men's bruised faces with some helplessness.
Except for Qinglong and Jiawu, the others didn't have so many thoughts. They all happily came over to ask for their advice. Nan Muran was also curious, but she didn't show it too much.
Walking to the crowd and sitting on the stool next to Jiawu, Nan Muran couldn't help but frown: "Brother Wu, what's wrong with you today? Joining in the fun with them."
"I'm just simply curious about their strength." Jiawu said, not wanting Nan Muran to encounter any trouble.
Nan Muran nodded: "It is indeed very exciting."
Jiawu looked at Nan Muran who was giving a serious evaluation and smiled without saying anything. It’s not a bad thing to be a little confused about some things.
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