But Wangyueke was anxious. He shouted, hoping to stop Suzumiya Eitsuki.

The Eight-Foot Qiong Queuyu is a magical artifact of their Japanese kingdom and a holy object that has been passed down for thousands of years. He would rather die by himself than see the martial arts holy objects of their Japanese kingdom falling into the hands of foreigners.

However, it's useless.

Suzumiya Eiyue didn't listen to how Wangyue called.

She stood up and bowed slightly to Wangyuehe: "Teacher, I'm sorry."

After saying that, Eiyue Suzumiya entered the Sword God Palace.

This eight-foot-foot-Qianqiong Gouyu was previously preserved in the Suzumi family.

Later, Eiyue Suzumiya was brought into the Sword God Palace and handed over to the Wangyue River to preserve it.

After all, the Sword God Palace commands the martial arts of Japan and has three masters in charge. It is perfect for these martial arts holy objects to be kept by the Sword God Palace.

Suzumiya Eiyue followed Wangyue River for nearly ten years, and naturally knew where the idiot Qiong Gouyu was stored.

Wangyue River did not hide these things from Suzumiya Eiyue, and there was no need to hide them from them.

After all, the things were brought to the Sword God Palace by Eiyue Suzumiya.

Soon, Eiyue Suzumiya walked out and handed a wooden box to Ye Fan.

"Master, it's what you want."

"I hope you can use it to protect the people you want to protect."

Without any nostalgia or hesitation, Suzumiya Eiyue stretched out her hand and handed the martial arts holy objects of the Japanese country to Ye Fan in the red eyes of Wangyue River and others.

"Yue'er, you're confused~"

"I'm confused!"

"Do you know what the eight-foot Qiong Gouyu represents to our Japanese martial arts?"

Looking at the moon river shouted sadly.

At that moment, his heart was bleeding.

He wanted to stand up several times, so he ran over and grabbed the wooden box.

However, now he is seriously injured and dying, and he cannot protect himself, let alone anything else.

I could only watch the eight-foot Qiong Gouyu, one of the three artifacts, fell into Ye Fan's hands.

Looking at the wooden box in his hand and the smiling girl in front of him, Ye Fan felt a little moved.

"Yue'er, come with me."

"I'll take you back to China."

"You gave me the Eight-Foot Qiong Gouyu, and this Japanese martial arts will definitely not be able to accommodate you in the future."

Ye Fan said in a deep voice.

Suzumiya Eiyue shook her head and smiled slightly: "Master, it's okay."

"Have you forgotten that I am the reincarnation and rebirth of the Yuedu God."

"They don't know how to do anything to me."

"Okay, master, please leave quickly."

"Didn't you promise Sister Qiu to go home as soon as possible?"

"Don't delay any more."

"Otherwise, if the strong men from the Three God Pavilion come, you may not be able to leave."

Suzumi Eiyue smiled brightly, but pushed Ye Fan out and asked him to leave here as soon as possible.

But who saw the reluctance and attachment deep in her eyebrows and eyes?

Good days are always so short.

She and Ye Fan will eventually part.

After this, the two of them will eventually be in a desperate situation.

"You really think about it, don't follow me?"

"If you follow me to China, I will find a way to clear the soul seal in your body."

"But if you stay here, you will surely die."

Ye Fan looked at the girl in front of him and continued in a deep voice.

Suzumiya Eiyue smiled faintly.

"Master, thank you."

"Just, useless. My body, I know."

"Everything is irreversible."

"See you next time, I guess there will be another person in this body."
Chapter completed!