At that time, Mo Gucheng’s old eyes were red, and he ran over as if mad, hugging his son, tears in his old eyes.
“Unbounded~”
“Wuya, wake up, wake up!”
“Don’t scare father, don’t scare father~”
…..
“Who!”
“who is it?”
“Is that beast, dare to dispose of my son of the King of Fighters?”
“If this revenge is not reported, I will be a father in vain!”
“I want him to thwart his bones and ash, smash his bones and ash~”
….
At the top of Yanshan Mountain, the King of Fighters’ sad and sorrowful voice echoes for a long time.
In the hall, he hugged Mo Wuya, who was covered with blood, tears in his arms.
A few minutes ago, Mo Gucheng, the King of Fighters, was still imagining the brilliance of a double title in the future. I imagined the scenery and glory of his son when he reached the top of the martial arts on May 5th.
He even just clamored with the God of War that his son Mo Wuya was so powerful and incomparable that he deserved to be the master of the Martial God Temple.
However, who would have thought that his son was interrupted and carried in immediately.
It was like a slap on the face of Mo Gucheng.
His eyes were full of hatred, and his heart was almost bleeding.
“Who?”
“Who is it that abolished my son?”
In the Temple of Martial Arts, the King of Fighters was still roaring sadly.
But no one responded.
At the top of Yanshan Mountain, there is only the noise of the wind and the chill.
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Ye Fan, who was far away in Japan, naturally didn’t know what happened in the Martial God Temple.
However, even if he knew it, Ye Fan wouldn’t care about it.
After all, if Mo Wuya ended up like this, he was on his own account, and he had no sympathy.
Martial arts disputes are so cruel.
This is also Ye Fan’s high strength. If Ye Fan had been defeated instead of Mo Wuya, Ye Fan’s fate would be even more miserable.
At this time, Ye Fan had already returned to the hotel.
Prepare to rest for one night, and will leave for China tomorrow.
At the same time, in the Sword God Palace, Haruhi Yingyue was placed under house arrest.
24 hours under care and surveillance.
Even Susao Mingzun, the second strongest person in Japan, personally went to Haruhi Yingyue to check the neck injuries.
Fortunately, this Nizi didn’t stabbed her carotid artery with the previous knife, otherwise, the gods would not be able to save her.
It was evening, and Xu Zuo Mingzun opened the door of the room and sent the dinner to Haruhi Yingyue.
“Have something to eat.”
“You have seven days.”
“After seven days, the awakening ceremony will be held at the top of Mount Fuji.”
“At that time, there will be no Haruong Yingyue in this world.”
A faint voice sounded.
But Haruhi Yingyue didn’t care, just asked softly.
“You came?”
“What I asked you to send, but can it be delivered to my master?”
Haruhi Yingyue stood by the window with her back to him.
The breeze lifted her blue silk, and the dazzling sunlight made her look unclear.
Like the sky covered by dark clouds.
Some of the stunningly pretty faces are only gray.
“Ok.”
“I have arranged for someone to deliver it.”
“This time is almost here.” Xu Zuo Mingzun replied in a low voice.
“Okay, thanks, you go out.”
There were no extra words. After asking, Liang Gong Yingyue stopped speaking.
Standing alone in front of the window, his godless eyes looked out the window like that.
Looking at the street where Ye Fan once walked.
In the distance, the skytree towers into the clouds.
The air is filled with the fragrance of cherry blossoms.
In my ears, I faintly heard the love words of couples walking on the roadside, Ou Ou.
Suddenly, tears gushed out uncontrollably, and Liang Gong Yingyue could no longer conceal the sadness and sorrow in her heart, and began to cry.
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