n Long was about to swear, "Damn it! When the hell did I get ready" However, faced with Ye Fan's words, he had to grit his teeth and endure the pain, raising his arm to block Ye Fan's punch. But what...It is late autumn now, with withered branches covering the ground. A gust of wind sends a shiver through the air, and the scene is filled with desolation.

Ye Fan couldn't believe his eyes. The man in front of him was actually the head of the Ye family, Ye Wuming. He was the old man's uncle, and because the old man took good care of himself, he didn't look much older than fifty. But Ye Wuming had completely turned white with age. Compared to when Ye Fan first met him, he looked much more decrepit.

Ye Fan at this moment didn't know what taste was in his heart, a certain fiber deep within him seemed to be touched. He knew that if the old man were here right now, he would probably be crying tears of joy...aniacally as the bullets flew out with a "tatatatata" sound. 。They raised a curtain of revelry, while Death, perched above, watched with joyous glee. 。How he wished such revelry could be enacted every...