ometimes his eyebrows would involuntarily furrow. Occasionally, anger could also be seen in his eyes.He has completely immersed himself in the magazine, feeling every joy, sorrow, and anger associated...It is late autumn now, with withered branches covering the ground. A gust of wind sends a shiver through the air, and the scene is filled with desolation.

Ye Fan couldn't believe his eyes. The man in front of him was actually the head of the Ye family, Ye Wuming. He was the old man's uncle, and because the old man took good care of himself, he didn't look much older than fifty. But Ye Wuming had completely turned white with age. Compared to when Ye Fan first met him, he looked much more decrepit.

Ye Fan at this moment didn't know what taste was in his heart, a certain fiber deep within him seemed to be touched. He knew that if the old man were here right now, he would probably be crying tears of joy...n Shan turned his head and questioned.Wang Lan frowned, unsure. The wooden qin's account mentioned dozens of high-level monsters and a flock of low-level bird monsters, but it didn't mention the group...