he hospital, delaying the best treatment time. Now that he has finally stabilized, he absolutely can't withstand another disturbance. It's time now, remember, don't let anyone in!" Saying this, Murong...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...retching and contracting was too fast. Even though he dodged the direct attack, his side was still hit by Ye Fan's fist. Although it was only grazed by the wind of the punch, the man in black also let...