Chapter 2683

The cold wind blew up his clothes and his hair.

Deep eyes, swept across the four sides of the world, as if through the ages.

Finally, it landed on the man in front of him.

Feeling Ye Fan's gaze, Chu Qitian felt awe stricken, his face pale and his feet soft.

He staggered and nearly fell to the ground.

"You... You..."

"how dare you... Dare to kill them?"

Chu Qitian stares at his eyes and speaks with trills.

It can be imagined that at this time, the little master of the Chu family had what kind of panic and fear?

For so many years, Chu Qitian has never been so afraid.

How cruel!

This Chu Tianfan is too cruel.

With bare hands, he slaughtered several powerful masters.

His body is still stained with blood.

Under the sleeves of the hands, but also blood red.

However, even so, the boy is still as calm as ever.

On the delicate face, there is no joy or sorrow, and there is no wave at all.

That kind of feeling, as if life to him, just like grass root.

Over the years, Chu Qitian himself has killed many people, but almost all of them are done by his men.

He himself, on the other hand, seldom does it himself.

Chu Qitian asked himself that if he slaughtered so many powerful people in a row, he would not be as calm as he was.

Is this really Chu Tianfan?

Is this really that humble country boy?

Is this really the submissive son of a decade ago?

Chu Qitian did not dare to imagine that the humble and cowardly youth had become such a face?

They regard life as ants, and all living beings as weeds.

Bloody killing is like Shura in the world!

At that time, the child who had suffered humiliation in the Chu family had been completely changed.

However, in the face of Chu Qitian's trembling, Ye Fan is silent.

He stands in the void and his deep eyes look down upon him.

Like a monarch, looking down on the ants.

Thirty years of Hedong, thirty years of Hexi.

Life, sometimes, is so dramatic.

At that time, Chu Qitian was on the top of the world, and regarded the leaves as dust.

Now, the situation has changed, Chu Qitian despised the people, but now only let him look up to the share.

After a short silence, Ye Fan walks in the void, towards the direction of Chu Qitian, slowly approaching.

Facing Chu Qitian's question, Ye Fan's face is expressionless and indifferent.

"Why am I afraid to kill them?"

"Chu Qitian, do you really think that I, Chu Tianfan, were still the green and astringent child who was submissive in those years?"

Ye Fan sneered.

The laughter was full of self mockery and sarcasm.

"At that time, I was thinking about the old family relationship and the situation of my parents. In the face of the bullying and humiliation of you, who boasted of being noble, I didn't resist, but silently accepted it."

"I thought that the forbearance of my mother and I would exchange your repentance and guilt."

"But it turned out that I was wrong."

"A big mistake!"

"People in the world are afraid of authority but not virtuous."

"Forbearance and retreat, in return for your inch."

"Only blood and killing can make you know your mistakes and repent!"

The deep voice of Ye Fan echoes the sky.

The majestic momentum, but with the wind swept.

For a moment, the leaves were falling and the waves were surging.

And Ye Fan's look, also at this time coagulate sink pole.