But Ye Fan was not moving, and there was no sympathy and compassion in deep eyebrows.

The king of the king is the truth that is unchanged in ancient times.

Just like at this time, if Ye Fan was defeated, no one doubted that Ye Fan's end was afraid that it would be more than a few more miserable than Wang Yuehe.

Weak meat and strong food, strong are respect!

This is the rule of the martial arts world.

After the slap was stubborn to shut up, Ye Fan's gaze fell again on the Yingyue's body.

"Yueer, do you really want to be happy for him?"

"This Wangyue River is just a hypocritical gentleman who is false."

"He accepts you as an apprentice, and he is not your talent, but the person in your body."

"In his eyes, you are a sacrifice of sacrifice. And you think this is your honor."

"This kind of uninhabited beast, why should you be happy for him?"

Ye Fan's words were burning and kept asking the Yingyue of the Trem Express.

For Wangyue River, Ye Fan did not have any good impression at the beginning.

This person claims to be a predecessor of Wu Dao, and he is pretended to be bright, but everything is a little acting.

In order to retaliate against himself, he not only fell to the crowd of Jiangdong, but also made a woman to force himself to appear.

Ye Fan's most look down on this person.

The real strong is frank and bright, how can you make such shameless actions?

Even Ye Fan doubted that the soul seal on Yingyue in the Horea Palace couldn't get rid of this Wangyuehe.

However, in the face of Ye Fan's words, Yingyue Yingyue shook his head.

"Master, I know."

"In their eyes, I'm just a sacrifice to sacrifice."

"No one really cares about me."

"But the teacher, after all, I have the grace of teaching for me, and there is a raising."

"At the age of seven, I followed the teacher to learn the sword."

"He trained me."

"Teacher, it's good to me."

"Perhaps his care for me has other purposes."

"But for ten years of kindness, how can Yueer forget?"

"Please ask the master, forgive him."

"Yueer, willing to change the jade with eight -foot Qiong."

Kitako Yingyue kneeling on the ground, saying softly.

On the pretty face, there are tear marks and turning.

The sound of the churum, slowly responding.

However, Yugong Yingyue only said that she did not want to let Wang Yuehe die, but did not say that she was more worried about Ye Fan.

After all, Wangyuehe is the sword god of the Japanese kingdom, the master of the sword god palace.

Directed the entire Japanese martial arts for decades. It can be said to be the big manager of the martial arts world of the Japanese country, one of the leaders of martial arts.

Throughout the Japanese country, if you are prestigious, there is only the first strongest in the Japanese country.

If Ye Fan killed him, he would cause the anger in the martial arts world of the Japanese country.

At that time, Ye Fan will face the chase and revenge of a country.

Even the strongest of the Japanese country, Xue Zhao Zhaotian, will also take a shot.

This will undoubtedly cause Ye Fan to be in a desperate situation.

Therefore, whether for Ye Fan's consideration or for himself, the Yueyue Yue does not want it. Ye Fan kills the sword god palace.

If you leave a line, there is still room for turning.

This silly girl, now, thinks about the safety of others.

"Master, can you?"

The Yingyue of the Horea asked again, the stunning face, full of begging.

In the end, Ye Fan shook his head and sighed: "So, look at your face, I will spare him to die."

"Just as you said, use Babe Qiong Gouyu, change his life."

Ye Fan's whisper echo.
Chapter completed!