The bursting gravel created a majestic wound on her abdomen.

Blood flowed down like a stream.

The originally delicate and ruddy pretty face was now as pale as a piece of white paper.

"Help her"

"Please, save her"

Noah's father is consciously alive.

He dragged his heavy body, crawled towards Ye Fan, grabbed Ye Fan's legs and feet, and whispered weak words.

Today's men don't have the slightest despise of Ye Fan's majesty before.

Just like a dying wild dog, begging its master for help.

No one knows the complicated mood in the man's heart at this moment.

Thinking about half an hour ago, he still dismissed the young man in front of him.

But now, the status has completely changed.

It was replaced by Ye Fan, looking down at him from a high place.

Perhaps, Ye Fan has always been looking down on him like this.

Just like Ye Fan said before.

With power in his hands, all living beings are ants.

At that time, the man still laughed at him, thinking that he was arrogant and ignorant.

But now, even King Yintian has been defeated, and the number one powerhouse in India has fled with his tail between his legs.

He was right, the power was indeed in his hands.

Ye Fan ignored him.

Just footsteps, walking forward.

Then, he stretched out his hand and hugged the pale and weak girl.

A little bit of Yuanli followed Ye Fan's hand and poured into Nuoya's body.

The frail girl finally regained some strength and opened her eyes.

She thought that what she saw would be a dark scene in hell, but she didn't expect that it was that delicate and handsome face that caught her eyes.

"Am I dead?"

"It turns out that after death, people also have dreams."

The girl whispered and spoke softly.

"You're not dead."

"Alive." JrNovels.com