And the other person, entwined with black hair, is out of the dust and refined, and his beauty is ethereal, like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world, and does not disturb the dust.

The same beauty, the same majesty, but with a completely different temperament.

These two people were none other than Tang Yun and the woman in the green skirt who fought fiercely from the top of Chumen Mountain.

"I'll ask you again, what is the relationship between you and Ye Fan?"

"Why, he never told me that there is a strong and beautiful woman like you standing behind him?"

Tang Yun's face was as cold as ice, and there was faint anger in her beautiful eyes.

However, maybe even Tang Yun didn't realize that the few words she said at this time sounded a little jealous no matter how they sounded.

"Tell you?"

The woman in the green skirt in front of her sneered.

"What are you, why did the master tell you of my existence?"

"Master...Master?" Tang Yun was startled when she heard this.

Then, she seemed to have thought of something, and she was suddenly extremely angry, and she was so angry that she stomped her feet.

"This bastard, behind my back, does such absurd things, and even keeps a maid?"

"Next time I see him, I will definitely chop the prodigal son with a sword!"

Tang Yun was almost pissed off.

However, Tang Yun's reaction made the woman in the green skirt in front of her feel puzzled.

She just felt that the master of the Truman sect looked at her a little strangely, and his attitude towards Ye Fan was also a little strange.

However, Ye Fan is already dead, so it is useless to worry about this now.

As a result, the eyes of the woman in the green dress in front of her were cold again, and the sword energy in her hands had gathered.

"Tang Yun, you and I have nothing to complain about, but you shouldn't have killed him."

"You all think that in this world, he has nothing to rely on, and there is no one behind him. Even if he is forced to death, no one will stand up for him."

"But I want to tell you that you are wrong, and everyone in the world is wrong."

"Behind my master, there are thousands of people."

"Because I alone am worth tens of thousands of people!"

"Indian country kills him, I will destroy Indian martial arts."

"Truman kills her, and I will wipe out Truman."

"Once upon a time, he protected me."

"From now on, I will guard the heroic spirit after his death!"

The sonorous words, the icy cold words, are as loud as gold and stone falling to the ground.

And with her words, the woman in front of her, full of power, is frantically gathering. JrNovels.com