Chapter 2677： My little memory

Hundreds of thousands of people dealt with five to six hundred thousand enemy troops, and even feared that they would defy and kill them.

Such an order, in the whole world, I am afraid that only Chen Fan can give it. After all, how to listen to this order, it seems to be a joke.

How can hundreds of thousands of people stay guarded by the enemy forces several times their own?

Obviously, many people do not believe in evil and are ready to collide head-on with Chen Fan's orders.

Many of them were determined to resist Da Chen and immediately wanted to escape.

After all, they saw very clearly that although Chen Fan was strong, the group of people ran separately. No matter how powerful Chen Fan is, can he kill countless people at the same time?

As a result, the situation that had been turned around a little bit, instantly became confused.

Hundreds of thousands of people scattered in all directions.

Some are flying in midair, some are spreading rapidly on the ground, and some are hiding in Tibet, covering their body and breath.

In short, it spreads out like a sky full of stars, and it's really hard to find everything easily.

In fact, this group of people has a good idea. If they face ordinary people, they may really escape.

It's just that they are facing Chen Fan this time.

People say that scholars should be admired for three days, but now Chen Fan is sixteen years away.

How strong can ordinary people predict his strength?

"Pattern."

Chen Fan snapped his fingers without turning his head. In an instant, everyone was shocked by what happened on the spot.

The heads of the hundreds of thousands of people who fled from him burst apart.

The blood and brains spilled all over the sky.

Everyone was shocked by this scene, and their awe of Chen Fan once again infinitely increased.

To kill hundreds of thousands of monks so easily was just a snap of his fingers.

How can anyone do it with this method?

Sure enough, this is the domineering Chen Fan should be!

This is Emperor Chen, the correct return posture!

In mid-air, Chen Fan flew towards Chen Jing. At this moment, everyone knelt on the ground from the bottom of their hearts, constantly admiring the dazzling figure like a sun star.

"We respectfully send your majesty!"

Chen Fan suddenly felt a scorching gaze. He looked down and saw a young girl staring at him unblinkingly.

The young girl's twenty-eighth year looks almost exactly the same as Chen Fan.

It's just that the girl's face doesn't have Chen Fan's fortitude, but a touch of feminine beauty.

"My little Yixin, come, let Daddy look at you."

As soon as he saw his daughter, Chen Fan's heart melted, and he fell directly from the air and stood in front of Chen Yixin.

He kept looking at his Xiao Yixin's face, and gradually, his eyes turned red.

"It seems to be a little different from what I thought. It looks better than I thought. It looks like your mother, it looks like it."

After that, Chen Fan stretched out his hands tremblingly, trying to keep Chen Yixin, but this action was so careful that his hands stayed in the air and he didn't know whether to hug it or not.

"Jiang Zhixi didn't know when he came to Chen Yixin, stretched out his hand and patted her daughter's shoulder, which made Chen Yixin wake up from hesitation."

He hesitated to give a bow, just wanted to speak, but Chen Fan held him in his arms!

"Xiao Yixin, Xiao Yixin, do you know that Daddy thought I would never see you again, Daddy missed you so much!"

The sixteen years of emotional savings finally broke out, and Chen Fan could no longer control it.

Two lines of tears slipped down.

Chen Yixin's somewhat stiff body suddenly became soft after feeling her father's tears.

She seemed to be able to feel how lonely her father had been all these years.

That heart seemed to stop beating, as if it had lost all hope of survival.

Chen Yixin finally understands that one is coming, and it seems that she is not alone in this world.

Her mother was silently suffering from the loss of her husband, facing countless stress alone.

Her father lived in a foreign land, and he was no less tormented than anyone else.

When thinking of this, the last bit of resentment in Chen Yi's heart also disappeared, and he kept Chen Fan's back with his backhand, and finally screamed from the bottom of his heart.

"Daddy."

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

For a moment, Chen Yixin seemed to hear a few short heartbeats, strong and powerful, like a drum in the morning and evening.

It seems that Chen Fan's long dusty heart has finally recovered again.

He finally found himself completely.