But King Flora and the others cried directly.

I thought to myself what the hell I did.

Why do you have anything to do with a bastard like Ye Fan?

it's good now.

Being pulled onto this thief boat, I can't get off even if I think about it.

In desperation, King Foluo and the others had no choice but to drive ducks to the shelf, and cross the Pacific Ocean with Ye Fan, heading towards Chumen Mountain.

"Mr. Chu, why are you bothering?"

"Isn't it good to live?"

"that is."

"You have lived enough, have we not lived enough?"

"You want to die, don't pull us?"

"A few of us are dead, and there will be no one who burns paper on the grave in the future."

"Yes, you can let us go back. We will cheer for you in India, and the three of us can go to worship you on the anniversary of your death in the future."

On the way, the three kings of Flora kept crying and persuading Ye Fan.

Ye Fan remained unmoved and turned a deaf ear.

At this time, his eyes had already fallen into the distance.

That piece, a strange yet familiar place.

three years.

Almost three years.

Back then, he followed this line and lost to Yan Xia.

Now, he is going back to the way he used to be!

It's just that the old friend who used to be by my side is gone now.

After ten years of planning, a single spark can start a prairie fire.

The current Ye Fan is the only remaining spark.

This battle should be the last battle.

In the past few years, Ye Fan has fantasized about today's scene countless times.

He thought that he would have a surging heart, a high fighting spirit, and a burst of anger.

However, when he really embarked on this upcoming fateful battle, Ye Fan's heart was surprisingly calm.

Calm, like the vast sea under your feet.

There were no waves on the blue lake. JrNovels.com