However, after thinking about it, Ye Qingtian finally gave up on this idea.
He, Ye Qingtian, might be able to help them for a while, but he couldn't help them forever.
Ye Fan's foundation is too huge.
Unless he, Ye Qingtian, guards Jiangdong all the time, if he leaves, people like Shen Fei will not be able to guard Jiangdong.
This kind of short-lived prosperity is not worth mentioning.
"I just didn't expect that even Ye Fan's wife and mother were gone."
"Maybe, it's to escape from this sad place."
Ye Qingtian was full of emotion.
He suddenly discovered that there seemed to be very few of Ye Fan's relatives left in this Jiangdong land.
"Stinky boy, rest in peace."
"One day, I will avenge you!"
"Truman owes you, owes me Yanxia, ??the Juggernaut and the others dare not ask for it, so I will ask for it!"
Ye Qingtian stayed in front of Ye Fan's grave for a day and a night.
At dawn, he bowed to Ye Fan three times.
After that, he took out a dragon head mask from his bosom and put it on his face.
From today onwards, Yanxia has lost a God of War, but the world of martial arts has gained a dragon head.
The wheel of time rolls by.
Those events that once shook the world have gradually faded away in the scouring of the long river of time.
Yanjing, Xue Family Manor.
"It has been two years since the Dragon Lord fell."
"Two years is enough to make the world forget a person."
"In the current Yanxia, ??I don't know how many people are still there, but I still remember the appearance of the Dragon Lord."
"Even for me, the delicate and thin figure in my mind gradually became blurred."
At this point, it is night.
The lights are on.
Xue Renyang stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the lights of Wanjia.
Today is the last day of December.
Tomorrow is the Gregorian New Year.
In this day of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, people all over the world are welcoming the new year with joy and high spirits.
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