"Is it?"

"In that case, let's wait and see."

"Look at the so-called brother Xiao Fan in your mouth. Is he a hero or a bear?"

Liang Gong yingyue said contemptuously.

Before, Wangyue river said that she was not as good as ye fan, so Liang Gong yingyue was not satisfied with her.

The reason why she came along with Wangyue river this time is to see whether the so-called Mr. Chu is worthy of such evaluation.

But now it seems that they have a high opinion of Mr. Chu.

Even the courage to fight are not, such a coward, Lianggong yingyue naturally despised.

Time goes on.

Everyone is waiting for the man to come.

Dongchang Lake, autumn Mu orange beautiful eyes with worry, looking forward.

Lei Laosan and Li Er, with no expression on their faces, are waiting in silence.

For the people in Jiangdong, Ye Fan has not appeared to this day. It can be said that the possibility of Mr. Chu's engagement to fight is nearly zero,

but people are always longing for miracles in desperate moments.

No one is willing to give up until the last moment.

Isn't it?

The sky was vast and snowy.

Unconsciously, the whole world has been covered with snow.

Only the water of Dongchang Lake in front of us is full of waves, and the snow melts as soon as the snow falls. The chilly wind makes waves on the surface of the lake.

All around, there was silence.

All of us are watching from afar, waiting silently.

Finally, Wangyue River in the lake, which has been standing tall and upright, suddenly moved.

He looked up and looked at the world.

Finally, he shook his head.

"Miss Xu, it seems that the man who let you rest your life is just like this."

"Or, your position in his heart is not as important as you think."

"We're all wrong."

Looking at the moon river, his voice was deep and cold.

Hoarse words are like death's singing.

Let the listener's heart tremble, listen to fear.

Indeed, Wangyue river is a real miscalculation.

He thought that he disturbed Jiangdong, took his wife, and then announced to the world that the war was open. Under the pressure of the situation, Ye Fan was bound to show up.

However, Wangyue river did not expect that he had been waiting here for ten days, just waiting for a snowstorm.

Ye Fan did not appear.

"In this case, the value of your existence is gone."

"Look up and have a last look at the world."

"Because it will be the last snow of your life."

Hu ~

the words echoed, and the eyes and eyebrows of Wangyue River were frozen.

He did not have the patience to wait any longer. The cold wind swept through and the sharp edges converged. The icy strength converged into a cold sword blade under the Wangyue river.

"It's over."

Wangyue River lips tremble, low words, as if to see Xu Lei off.

At that moment, Xu Lei's pretty face was pale, and her beautiful eyes were full of panic.

Dongchang Lake, autumn Mu orange and other people are scared to lose color.

However, just as the blade in Wangyue River's hand was about to be cut off, there was a drink quietly in the distant sky.

"Stop it!"

This sudden sound, only if the thunder burst into the sky, in this calm Dongchang Lake, it has set off a towering wave.

For a moment, hundreds of pairs of eyes turned in unison and fell to the place where the voice came from.

Is he here?

Wangyue River and Lianggong yingyue master and apprentice also looked at the past.