“Isn’t it good to be alive?”

....

"that is."

"You have lived enough, but we haven't lived enough yet?"

"You want to die, don't pull us?"

"A few of us died, and there will be no one who burns paper on the grave from now on."

.....

"Yes, let us go back. We will cheer you on India. In the future, the three of us will also go to worship you on your anniversary."

On the way, the three of Florida were mourning and kept persuading Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was unmoved and ignored him.

At this time, his vision had already fallen into the distance.

That strange and familiar place.

Three years have passed.

Almost three years have passed.

He followed this line and lost to Yanxia.

Now, he has re-taken his path!

However, my old friend who was once around me is no longer here.

Ten years of planning, sparks spread.

Ye Fan is the only remaining spark now.

This battle should be the last one.

In the past few years, Ye Fan has fantasized about today's scene countless times.

He thought he would be excited, be in a high spirit of battle, and be angry.

However, when he truly embarked on this upcoming battle of fate, Ye Fan's heart was surprisingly calm.

It is calm, like the vast sea under your feet.

The blue lake surface was not in any way.

Several hours later, an unregistered plane entered US airspace on the west coast of the United States.

The air traffic control department made no results after multiple calls.

Finally, it was decided to shoot it down on the spot.

With the sound of the anti-aircraft missile, the invading plane exploded into fireworks in the air.

Just when the air control department sent personnel to conduct on-site inspections, no one noticed that several figures had already landed on the west coast of the United States.

"Thumen, I, Chu Tianfan, are here again."

The man was dressed in black, standing proudly under the sky, looking at the mountain at the end of the horizon.

The corners of the lips opened gently, and a faint laughter, wrapped in endless chills, slowly rang out.
Chapter completed!