"Li Linglong?"
"Last year?"
Just those two keywords exploded in Zhang Fan's head like the Five Thunders Righteous Method.
"That woman is really pretty, with a great figure. I wonder which pig has managed to take her? Nowadays, good cabbage always gets ruined." The old man squinted his eyes, took another sip of wine, his face flushed, showing a hint of drunkenness.
"No... is there a photo?" Zhang Fan looked at the old man, stunned.
His mother died ten years ago, under Dragon Tiger Mountain, involving the Thirteen Zodiacs, the Wuwei Sect, and even Daoist sects...
Back then, because Zhang Fan stumbled into the Great Night, Zhang Lingzong told him that Li Linglong died in a car accident.
Zhang Fan could completely understand that.
But now, an old man patrolling the mountain told him he had met a woman last year, also named Li Linglong.
It's absolutely absurd.
"Secretly taken?"
The old man squinted his eyes and turned his head, looking at Zhang Fan with a respectful gaze.
