Thinking like this, the shadow on Ye Fan’s body became more and more intense.
He seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, had accepted death.
At this moment, with a smile, frankly, waiting for the moment of death, the real arrival.
He worked hard.
There is really no other way.
After a person gives up completely, he is completely sunk.
Just like Ye Fan now, calm and calm, walking into that eternal night.
However, just when Ye Fan’s heart was ashamed.
In the ears, it seems to hear a few figures.
That was Wan’er’s voice. In this world, her voice was the only one that was so beautiful and beautiful.
“Ye Fan, are you really going to give up?”
“You said you were going to take me to my brother.”
“Are you going to break your word?”
In the ear, Duanmu Wan’er’s soft voice came.
“Ye Fan!”
“I won’t let you die!”
“You have to live well, you are not allowed to die in front of me!”
This is Angie crying.
“Stinky boy, are you giving up just like that?”
“In the future, don’t say you are my son!”
“As a father, I even look down on you.”
“My descendants of the Chu family will never accept their fate even at the last moment!”
“Even if you die, you should die standing up!”
In the memory, that vague figure roared angrily at Ye Fan.
At this moment, many figures suddenly flashed before Ye Fan’s eyes.
There is Chu Lin who is crying loudly, and there is Tang Yun who is beautiful and weeping
There are also Xiaolei, Yueyao, and Qiu Mucheng who left him.
After death, I’m afraid we will never see them again.