enly stretched out her right hand and grabbed Ye Fan's weapon. Feeling the weapon begin to swell rapidly, Lin Meixin leaned forward, her rosy lips coming to Ye Fan's ear and whispering softly: "OtShou...It is late autumn now, with withered branches covering the ground. A gust of wind sends a shiver through the air, and the scene is filled with desolation.

Ye Fan couldn't believe his eyes. The man in front of him was actually the head of the Ye family, Ye Wuming. He was the old man's uncle, and because the old man took good care of himself, he didn't look much older than fifty. But Ye Wuming had completely turned white with age. Compared to when Ye Fan first met him, he looked much more decrepit.

Ye Fan at this moment didn't know what taste was in his heart, a certain fiber deep within him seemed to be touched. He knew that if the old man were here right now, he would probably be crying tears of joy...powerful, and she wondered if she should learn from her too.After Wang Qin closed the door, she put on a stern face and looked at Ye Fan, but didn't say a word.Ye Fan pretended to be scared and said,...