"Ye Fan is dead, congratulations teacher, revenge will be avenged~"

The loud and clear voice echoed in this empty space.

Hearing this, Qiu Mucheng's delicate body trembled suddenly, and the light in her beautiful eyes quickly dimmed.

It was as if the sun in my heart had set forever.

Then, that beautiful and soft delicate body fell into the wind and snow just like that.

"Mu Orange~"

"Miss Qiu~"

"Mrs. Chu!"

"Hurry up, come and send me to the hospital!"

"Quick~"

There was chaos by the Dongchang Lake.

It wasn't until Qiu Mucheng was sent away that a little peace was restored here.

However, who knows the despair and sorrow of everyone in Jiangdong at this moment.

"Mr. Chu, did you really fall like this?"

Li Er and the others in Jiangdong were full of grief and lost their voices in a daze.

"Hey~"

"Pity."

"After all, he still fell under Wang Yuehe's sword."

"I, Huaxia Martial Arts, have lost a pillar of talent."

The martial arts people in other provinces and cities shook their heads and felt sorry.

Only Chu Wenfei was smiling happily there.

But He Yurou didn't know why, the circles of her eyes suddenly turned red.

She choked up and asked, even though she and Ye Fan had never met, "Uncle Chen, Mr. Chu, is he really dead?"

Chen Ao remained silent.

But his silence undoubtedly gave He Yurou the answer.

Just now, everyone saw with their own eyes that Ye Fan was struck by Wangyuehe's sword energy.

With that level of attack, it is impossible for anyone to survive.

"No."

"It won't die."

"Brother Xiaofan, he won't die." JrNovels.com