In the dark night, Ye Fan fell from the sky and went straight into the group of wolf soldiers surrounding Song Hongyan.

The tiger's body shook! There was a loud bang, bang, bang, and a dozen wolf soldiers were instantly shattered and their hearts were shattered.

Then Ye Fan stamped his right foot on the floor, and six sabers shattered and flew away.

More than a dozen shooting enemies screamed and fell to the ground.

Prince Gong’s face changed drastically, Ye Fan?

He was about to order Ye Fan to be shot to death when he heard screams from behind.

Prince Gong turned his head and saw dozens of men in black shooting from behind like phantoms, knocking out all his backup troops.

The situation changed drastically.

"Ye Fan?"

When a large number of black soldiers attacked Prince Gong from behind, the sobbing Hongyan suddenly raised her head as if she had a telepathic connection.

With tears in her eyes, she caught sight of the quiet and standing figure.

A little hasty, a little broken, but still as gentle and warm as the spring breeze, and the bright black eyes are still clear.

The most important thing is that Ye Fan is still alive.

A joyous impulse of reunion after the disaster erupted from the chest, and all rationality and danger were thrown out of the sky.

"Ye Fan!"

Song Hongyan rushed towards Ye Fan with tears streaming down her face, like a sika deer returning to nature.

The steps were stumbling, but there was no hesitation.

"Ye Fan, Ye Fan, I remember you, I remember everything!"

Just like they were destined to meet in fate, Song Hongyan rushed into Ye Fan's arms.

Hug tightly without any gaps.

Tears flowed.

There is nothing more cherished than finding something lost.

Looking at Song Hongyan's eyes that were red from crying, Ye Fan gently stroked her hair.
Chapter completed!