Killer whale sister is three and a half years old

In the meditation room, Song Silin looked at Qin Yihan, who was cold and cold like an ice sculpture, and couldn't help walking far away.

If he got close, he was afraid of being frozen into an ice sculpture.

He can understand Qin Yihan's current situation. After all, it is not easy to calm down.

He touched his eyebrows and coughed to find something to say.

"Yihan, you came to Qingyang Temple just for Xiaoyingying's ever-burning lamp?"

He still felt that this thing was unreliable, but saying it would destroy Qin Yihan's hope, so he silently swallowed it back.

"The little monk should know more. He must have been too nervous just now. After a while, he might be able to remember more."

Qin Yihan ignored him, but picked up his mobile phone and dialed his assistant Jiang Hui.

"Jiang Hui, check Nan Junhe's whereabouts in the past four years."

"Sir, you are awake..."

"Yes, sir."

Qin Yihan hung up the phone, Song Silin immediately went over.

"Yihan, why did you check Nan Junhe? Could it be that you thought this matter was related to Nan Junhe?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he froze again.

Maybe there is!
Anyone in their circle who can get their hands on the door knows that the ancestors of the Nan family, the largest family in the southeast region, have believed in Buddhism for generations, roughly hundreds of years.

He immediately glanced at the two ever-burning lights on the left and right, could it be that one of them belonged to Nan Junhe?

As far as Nan Jun and the unconscious vegetative state are concerned, it is most likely the one on the left that feels like it will go out at any time.

When Song Silin was guessing, he suddenly heard a shocking news from his good brother Qin Yihan who grew up with bare buttocks.

"I guess the other two ever-burning lamps here should belong to Nan Jun and his fiancée Jiang Yinyin."

Song Silin smacked his lips: "What's the reason? Because the Nan family has believed in Buddhism for generations?"

Qin Yihan's voice was very cold, but when he mentioned the word xiaoyingying, it became very soft.

"It's just one! The second is that Jiang Yinyin is still alive, and she is in Xiao Yingying's body."

Song Silin, who walked to the chair and was about to sit down, accidentally fell to the ground with his ass.

He even uttered the northeast accent.

"What do you say?"

Qin Yihan stared at him for a few seconds, his pupils were as dark as empty and deep black holes, which made Song Silin tremble.

"Ahem! Yihan, don't scare me! I know you want Xiaoyingying, so do I. Who doesn't like such a cute child."

"But you also have to adjust your mentality properly so that you don't get confused."

The Qin Group still needs the great Buddha of Qin Yihan. If it's really because of Si Nu's eagerness to lose his mind, then it's really...

Are those bastards from Yan family and Murong family happy?

Qin Yihan's clear voice sounded faintly, just as a gust of wind blew over, Song Silin who just got up saw a black shadow flashing past in front of him, the room was very quiet, and there was a gust of cold air, which made him almost stagger in fright The son fell to the ground again.

"Yi Han!!!"

Song Silin's voice almost broke.

And Qin Yihan didn't even look at him, and rushed to Xiaoyingying's ever-burning lamp, blocking the wind with his tall, straight and thin body.

Clusters of flames with light blue light shining on the edge jumped straight, and the flames rose instantly. When Qin Yihan was frightened, the gust of wind passed, and the clusters of jumping flames returned to their previous stability.

Bright!
Bright!

Qin Yihan subconsciously looked at the lamp on the left where only tiny flames could be seen. It was clear that the flame was about to be blown out by the gust of wind just now. When the wind passed, the flame slowly burned again.

Qin Yihan: "..."

His heart was pounding, and the despair that he thought Xiaoyingying had no hope because of Luo Kang's death disappeared instantly.

Jumping the burning flames made him see hope again.

Since Jiang Yinyin can exist, why doesn't he believe Master Huizhi's words?

Xiaoyingying must still be alive, and the cluster of flames on the left is probably Jiang Yinyin who exists in Xiaoyingying's body.

How ridiculous!

But now he believes it very much!

He wanted to leave immediately, but wanted a more accurate answer.

So he called Jiang Hui again to urge him.

Nan Junhe is the person in charge of the Nan family, and it is not easy to obtain his whereabouts for the past four years, so Jiang Hui has not prepared all the information yet.

"gentlemen."

"Have you found it?"

Jiang Hui felt a little guilty: "Sir, it's not all."

Qin Yihan immediately said: "Check to see if he has been to Qingyang Temple in recent years, whether he came alone, or brought someone with him, such as his fiancée!"

Jiang Hui looked at the information he had already found, not to mention that it really existed.

His voice is much lighter.

"Sir, yes, Nan Jun and Mr. have come here twice, once four years ago and once two years ago, both by themselves."

Qin Yihan's dark eyes were suddenly lit up by countless lights, and his mood suddenly improved.

"okay, I get it."

"Notify the crew to prepare, and fly to Nancheng in four hours!"

"Yes!"

Song Silin listened to Qin Yihan's entire call in a daze, only to feel that his brain was not enough.

"you……"

Qin Yihan suddenly chuckled: "Let's rest for a while, let's go back after the fast meal!"

Song Silin: "..."

Song Silin was at a loss, feeling that Qin Yihan was a bit obsessed with these things.

Is this going to visit Nan's house in Nancheng in person?
What are you looking at?

No, what does it mean that Jiang Yinyin is in Xiaoyingying's body?

What logic?

Seeing Song Silin's confused look, Qin Yihan patted him on the shoulder.

"You and I will go to Nan's house in Nancheng!"

Song Silin wanted to say something, but Qin Yihan had already turned around and went to the bed not far away to lie down, closed his eyes and rested.

Song Silin: "..."

Say good scientific development concept!
An hour later, the fat monk came with the little monk Kongming.

The little monk tensed his body, and he was very nervous at first sight.

But when he met Qin Yihan's peaceful face, he was stunned.

"Mr. Qin?"

Although Qin Yihan didn't smile, it was many times better than the dark and stern face before, and the little monk Kongming was suddenly not afraid.

He blinked, and before Qin Yihan asked, he took the initiative to mention what happened in the morning.

"Mr. Qin, although I don't remember much, I remember a sister's name."

Qin Yihan seemed to be smiling, but he didn't seem to be smiling.

"Jiang Yinyin?"

The little monk Kongming was stunned, his big eyes widened very wide, as if he was stunned.

"Qin... How did Mr. Qin know? Mr. Qin was there that day?"

He shook his head again, scratching the back of his bald head.

"No, I was clearly the only one outside the meditation room that time."

The fat monk coughed and drew his attention.

"Mr. Qin, Mr. Song, Su Zhai is ready."

Qin Yihan nodded: "Thank you, Master."

The fat monk quickly said that it should be, and then dragged the dull little monk Kong Ming away.

Song Silin's three views are about to crack.

"Is it really related to the Nan family? And that Jiang Yinyin?"