She raised her head, looked at the God of War, and asked with red eyes: "You should be the top executive of Chinese martial arts. I just want to know, has Ye Fan really fallen?"

"Please tell me the truth. Is he still alive?"

The words were poignant, filled with anxiety and sorrow.

Facing Qiu Mucheng's questioning, Ye Qingtian fell silent.

For the first time, this man at the pinnacle of power showed such an embarrassed and entangled expression when faced with a woman's question.

After a long time, the God of War shook his head, and finally sighed.

"Miss Qiu, we really tried our best."

"However, we still haven't found any trace of Ye Fan."

"I would rather believe that he just lost contact and will come back soon."

"But I don't want to hide it from you. Based on the clues we have now, we can basically infer that Ye Fan has died."

"You mean this is just an inference? In other words, he might still be alive, right? He might not be dead? He's still alive~" Qiu Mucheng kept saying, the girl who was once calm and composed now seemed a little rude and crazy.

.

She kept repeating these words, but her tears fell uncontrollably.

Ye Qingtian didn't know how to answer. He was silent for a long time, and finally turned around with his back to Qiu Mucheng and said: "Miss Qiu, I don't want to give you unnecessary hope."

"Perhaps what is more painful than despair in this world is fruitless waiting and hope."

Ye Qingtian spoke slowly, his words were heavy and low.

My heart is full of self-blame and guilt.

If he had not come to invite Mark at the beginning, all these accidents would not have happened.

To a certain extent, it was Ye Qingtian who personally destroyed a happy family.

Perhaps because he was too embarrassed to face Ye Fan's relatives, Ye Qingtian left after staying here for a short time.

Before leaving, he left a message to Qiu Mucheng.

"Mark and I are considered friends."

"If you have any difficulties in the future, come to Yanjing to find me, and I will provide you with the help I can."

After leaving Jiangdong, Ye Qingtian did not return to Yanjing.

Instead, he stepped on the sky, crossed the land of southern Tibet, and entered a foreign country.

No one knows what the purpose of the God of War’s journey is.

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On the other side, the Lu family in Jiangbei.

After Lu Hua was sent back to his family, he quickly woke up after receiving treatment.

After Lu Hua woke up, he had no time to recuperate.

Dang Ji ran out of bed, went straight into the depths of the family, and finally knelt down in front of Lu Songliang, the old man of the Lu family.

"Grandpa, I got into trouble. Please save my grandson."

"Please grandpa, save your grandson~"

Lu Hua knelt on his knees and cried miserably.

His words were filled with fear.

"Why are you crying?"

"I, the son of the Lu family, stand upright with heaven and earth."

"What's the point of crying?"

"If you have anything to say, stand up and say it."

"Don't panic. Grandpa will take care of this big thing for you."

"As big as China is, there is nothing that Grandpa can't handle, and there's no one who can't handle it."

Above the high hall, I thought that the old man had fair hair and a childish face, and was full of energy.

If you only look at his appearance, no one would be able to tell that the old man in front of him is already nearly eighty years old.

At this time, facing his grandson's panic and crying, the old man spoke calmly.

There is a strong sense of confidence and pride in his every move.

As a person on the list of Chinese Grandmasters, Lu Songliang is indeed proud of himself.

With his power and prestige, there are indeed few things in China that he cannot control.

Even if his grandson commits a murder, as long as he wants to save it, he can definitely save it.

Therefore, even though Lu Hua was so frightened that he looked like a dog in front of him, this weather-beaten old man still held the teacup and drank tea calmly.

"Grandpa, he is the God of War."

"It was the God of War who asked me to surrender to the martial arts court."

"The God of War wants his grandson to die~"

"Grandpa, my grandson doesn't want to die, and my grandson doesn't want to go to the martial arts court."

"Please grandpa, please save your grandson~"

Phew~

As soon as Lu Hua finished speaking, the old man in front of him trembled all over and all the tea in his mouth spurted out.

"You...what did you say?"

"Have you offended Ye Qingtian, the God of War?"

Lu Songliang no longer had the calmness and calmness he had before. His old eyes were widened and he looked at Lu Hua as if he were a ghost.

"You beast!"

"Who is wrong to provoke? Are you going to provoke the God of War?"

"You are trying to kill our Lu family~"

"I must beat you to death today!"

Lu Songliang was so furious that he kicked Lu Hua out of the door.

In his heart, he was angry and frightened.

Who is the God of War?

The patron saint of Chinese martial arts, the leader of the six pillar countries, and the strongest person in Asia.

The entire Chinese martial arts respects him.

He is the maker of today’s martial arts rules!

Even Lu Songliang, when he saw the God of War, he had to come forward and bow down respectfully.

But this bastard grandson of mine didn't even have the foresight to provoke him.

This is not only seeking death, but also harming people.

As long as the God of War is willing, it is only a matter of words to remove the Lu family from the world.

"You still have the nerve to beg me?"

"Get out of here!"

"Get out of the Lu family."

"You provoke the God of War?"

"Just wait to die!"

Lu Songliang cursed angrily, his whole body shaking with anger.

"Grandpa, I was wrong, I was really wrong~"

Facing Lu Songliang's anger, Lu Hua didn't dare to reply. He just kowtowed and admitted his mistake.

Lu Hua's father also knelt aside and spoke to his son.

"Dad, you can't ignore Xiaohua."

"He is your grandson and the hope of our Lu family's future."

"If he dies, our Lu family will have no future~"

Lu Hua's father begged hard.

In this way, after a long time, after the anger in Lu Song's conscience was vented, his mood gradually calmed down.
To be continued...