Dongfang Su also seemed to realize something was wrong and asked immediately.

"Your Majesty...that Huang Fusheng...Huang Fusheng him..."

Chen Dashan hesitated and couldn't speak for a long time.

"What happened to him?"

The Minister of War could not stand it anymore and shouted angrily.

"He...he's dead."

"What?"

As soon as these words came out, Ye Qingyun was stunned.

Dongfang Su and others also lost their countenance.

"Amitabha!"

Huikong had a look of sadness on his face and put his hands together.

He also knew Huang Fusheng, and when Huang Fusheng's wife was pregnant, the couple often came to the Shaolin Temple to worship Buddha for the safety of mother and child.

So Huikong and Huang Fusheng are still acquaintances.

But now.

Upon hearing that Huang Fusheng died here, Huikong was naturally very sad.

Dongfang Su, Gu Yue and others all looked at Ye Qingyun.

They all know that Huang Fusheng is Ye Qingyun's friend.

Such a big war was also for Huang Fusheng.

But now.

Huang Fusheng is dead.

How would Ye Qingyun react?

They were very nervous.

I was afraid that this master would kill them all in anger.

Dongfang Su and Gu Yue have no doubt that Ye Qingyun definitely has such strength.

Ye Qingyun stood there blankly.

There was no anger on his face.

Even his eyes are a little hollow.

In Ye Qingyun's mind, he recalled all the memories related to Huang Fusheng.

He is the son of an old storyteller. At first he didn't want to inherit his father's mantle and wanted to go out and have a look.

Later, after Ye Qingyun's enlightenment, Huang Fusheng chose an ordinary and stable life and accepted his father's career as a storyteller.

He is a favorite storyteller in the market.

He is Ye Qingyun's true equal friend.

He is Zhang Shulan's husband.

He is Huang Feihong's father.

He is a living person.

I was supposed to have a stable and happy life, but I suffered such a thing innocently.

He even died here.

Neither can see his wife and children.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingyun felt uncomfortable in his heart, and there was a pain in his throat.

He looked at Chen Dashan, who didn't know who Ye Qingyun was, and looked at Ye Qingyun blankly.

"Where is his body?"

Chen Dashan waved his hand.

Two soldiers came over carrying a body.

Ye Qingyun looked intently.

That was Huang Fusheng's body. His face was turning blue and his body seemed stiff.

Ye Qingyun immediately clenched his fists.

I wish I could smash Chen Dashan's head with one punch.

Rumble!!!

In the sky, there was a sudden burst of thunder.
Chapter completed!