If there is a thread left, there is still room for change in everything.

This silly girl, up to now, is still thinking about the safety of others.

"Master, can you?"

Suzumiya Yingyue asked again, her stunningly pretty face was full of begging.

In the end, Ye Fan shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, for your sake, I will spare him his death."

"As you said, use the eight-foot Qiong Gouyu in exchange for his life."

Ye Fan's whisper echoed.

But Wangyuehe was in a hurry, he shouted, hoping to stop Suzugong Yingyue.

The eight-foot Qiong Gouyu is their Japanese artifact, a sacred object that has been passed down for thousands of years. He would rather die himself than see their Japanese martial arts sacred object fall into the hands of foreigners.

However, to no avail.

No matter how Ren Wangyuehe called, Suzugong Yingyue didn't listen.

She stood up and bowed slightly to Wangyuehe: "Teacher, I'm sorry."

After finishing speaking, Suzumiya Yingyue entered the Sword God Palace.

This eight-foot Qionggou jade was previously kept in the Lianggong family.

Later, it was brought into the Sword God Palace by Lianggong Yingyue and handed over to Wangyuehe for preservation.

After all, the Sword God Palace is in charge of Japanese martial arts, and there are three great masters sitting in it. It is very appropriate for such sacred objects of martial arts to be kept by the Sword God Palace.

Lianggong Yingyue has followed Wangyuehe for nearly ten years, so she naturally knows where the idiot Qiong Gouyu is kept.

Wang Yuehe didn't hide these things from Lianggong Yingyue, and there was no need to hide them.

After all, everything was brought to Sword God Palace by Suzumiya Yingyue.

Soon, Lianggong Yingyue came out and handed a wooden box to Ye Fan.

"Master, there is what you want inside."

"I hope you can use it to protect the people you want to protect."

Without any nostalgia or hesitation, Suzumiya Yingyue stretched out her hand, and under the red eyes of Wangyuehe and others, she handed over the sacred object of Japanese martial arts to Ye Fan.

"Yue'er, you are confused~"

"Confused!"

"Do you know what that eight-foot Qionggouyu represents to our Japanese martial arts?"

Wangyuehe cried out sadly.

At that moment, his heart was bleeding.

He wanted to stand up several times and run over to snatch the wooden box.

However, now he is seriously injured and dying, and it is hard to protect himself, let alone others. JrNovels.com