In the huge space, a man stood in the middle with his back on the door, without any decoration on his body, and his body was as straight as a javelin.

He was wearing a white dress, standing as majestic as a mountain, his pale head was clean and orderly, and he was carrying his hands behind his back.

Without seeing the outline of the facial features, I already have the spirit of being arrogant and looking down on the world.

There are more than a dozen calligraphy and paintings with different styles hanging on the walls on both sides of the hall.

Right in front of me is a huge black letter—

Tolerate!

It is dark and moist, and it is very clear.

What surprised Ye Fan even more was that the ink seemed to have not dried yet, reflecting a faint black light.

Moreover, the word "完" is written without any implicitness, but instead has a sharp and murderous intent.

It seems that I can't bear it anymore.

Liu Zhixin stepped forward and spoke respectfully: "Master, Young Master Ye is here!"

Ye Fan also raised his head and greeted: "Hello, Lord!"

"Swoosh!"

Huang Wuji turned around and had an extra gun in his hand.

He pulled the trigger to Ye Fan without saying a word.

"Bang bang bang!"

The gunshots are loud!
Chapter completed!