No one can understand Ye Fan’s state of mind at this time!
That kind of desolation, that kind of loss, and that kind of unspeakable pain and anger.
Whether it is people or this country, Ye Fan asked himself that he has paid a lot.
Back then, the Yuan Lingguo he bought with his life was donated to the country free of charge.
Back then, when the Martial God Temple persecuted him in every possible way, he still kept his sympathy, and even made a promise that he would protect the country when necessary.
Later, he even taught Ye Qingtian the skills not handed down by the Chu family.
He trampled on Chumen, beheaded Chu Yuan, and saved Yanxia Wudao from danger.
Yes, he did kill a lot of people.
However, which one of them is not a damned person?
However, the world never remembers his kindness.
Just remember, he killed people.
Maybe that’s the way most people are.
Be fearful but not virtuous!
Even though Ye Fan is good in every way, what is remembered is his cruelty and killing.
Just like now, even Ye Qingtian has already attacked him.
Once upon a time, Ye Qingtian was his last memorial to Yanxia Martial Arts.
But now it seems that this nostalgia is no longer needed.
If this is the case, then there is no need to show mercy.
Years of entanglement, new and old grievances, then today, let’s do the math with the Martial God Palace.
When Ye Fan sneered, several figures had already appeared on Yunzhou City.
These three people are none other than Yan Xia’s Three Pillar Kingdom titles.
God of War, Ye Qingtian. Sword Saint, Xiao Chen. The King of Fighters, Mo Gucheng.
As soon as the King of Fighters appeared, he rushed towards his son like crazy.
“Wu Ya, are you alright?”
“Hold on, don’t scare father.”
“Hold on, father is the only son like you.”
“If you have any troubles, how will you ask your father to explain to your dead mother?”
Seeing his son’s dying state, Mo Gucheng’s heart felt like a knife.
Because of worry, I have already burst into tears.
“Father, I’m fine.”
“That’s right, it hurts.”
Seeing his father arrived, Mo Wuya, who was already in despair, felt extremely relieved.
Just like when he was a child, he got into trouble outside and was chased and beaten. He was so scared that he got into his father’s arms.
At that time, Mo Wuya only felt that the safest place in the world was his father’s embrace.
In a blink of an eye, decades have passed.
He has also entered his thirties.
Over the years, Mo Wuya has always wanted to prove himself, wanted to leave his father’s shadow, and wanted to be on his own.
But in the end, Mo Wuya found that he was still the child hiding in his father’s arms, just like when he was a child.
“Silly boy, I have advised you not to interfere with Jiangdong’s affairs.”
“You brat, if you don’t listen, you insist on rushing here”