Only Chu Mengfan was left in Nuo Da's forest for an instant. He looked at the sky above his head faintly, and his body fell heavy and heavy. You must hate me very much!
He slowly closed his eyes, a trace of pain and melancholy continued to flow into his heart, and then he opened his eyes suddenly, and the guilt and confusion in his eyes disappeared without a trace.
He took a deep breath, stood up swayingly and laboriously, staggering barely moving.
"Fan'er?" An unexpected voice sounded behind him. He was surprised and delighted for a while, but immediately recovered his calm, with a cold smile on his face, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or at the other party.
"Did you arrange all of this?" Chu Mengfan threw the words out without turning his head, because there is only one person in this world who can call him Fan'er, and his voice does not even die. I would forget, but it was precisely this person who hurt him the most. He vowed to double all his grievances and hatred to him.
"If I said no, would you believe me?" Ye Han seemed helpless, looking at the stubborn figure tenderly.
"Believe?" Chu Mengfan asked back, "Aren't you in a group with that woman?"
"No!" Ye Han replied without hesitation.
"No? You said it simply?" Chu Mengfan breathed heavily, rested for a moment, and then continued: "Do you think I will believe you?"
"Whatever!" The mere two words made Chu Mengfan so painful that he couldn't speak, he buckled the tree trunk with one hand, and his strength was so strong that even the joints were faintly greenish gray.
"Let's go! Whether you did this or not, I don't want to have anything to do with you!" Chu Mengfan resolutely said.
Ye Han sneered unnaturally: "You think it depends on how far you can go, maybe even people can't be saved, but you died first!"
"It has nothing to do with you!"
"You don't need to remind me about this. Do you think I would forgive you so easily? The sword you stabbed me at that time almost killed me, if it weren't for Xie Daxia—"
"Shut up!" Chu Mengfan shouted wildly with all his strength: "Don't mention that disgusting name in front of me. If my embarrassed appearance can make you feel better, then you can laugh at it. If you want my life, now is not the time!"
"Not time? Then when do you want me to wait? My patience is limited."
Chu Mengfan smiled faintly: "I won't let you wait too long!" Yes, you don't need to wait too long, as long as you find the Soulbreaking Sword and hand it to Zilian, as long as it's all over.
"Do you know? I can't wait to appreciate your tempting blood right now!"
"Yes—" A violent cough drowned his words.
"It seems that my wish is about to come true!" Ye Han said triumphantly.
Chu Mengfan didn't answer, but stubbornly moved forward with effort. There was only one belief in his heart, to live.
However, God did not care for him after all. Before he walked far, his body lost control and fell heavily to the ground. At this moment, a white shadow floated by his side and firmly embraced his body. In the arms.
"How can I do it? No one can hurt you unless I die first, no matter what the price is.