"Sister Qiu, this is...really."

"Xiao... Xiaofan and I were riding on the Imperial Crew, and were attacked on the sea and were silent."

"Brother Xiaofan... risked his life and sent me out of the sea of ​​fire."

"Before he died, he... asked me to hand over two boxes to you."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Brother Xiaofan also said that he is incompetent and cannot give you peace for a lifetime."

"For the rest of my life, I can only let you go by yourself~"

Chen Nan said sadly, almost crying.

Even the words were intermittent.

Hearing this, the last hope in Ye Ximei and his two hearts was undoubtedly shattered.

Ye Ximei spread her eyebrows on her seat and took the bloody box in Chen Nan's arms tremblingly.

After opening it, there is a bracelet.

That was Ye Fan's birthday gift to his mother.

It is no longer possible to describe the emotions in Ye Ximei at this time. She never expected that a birthday party would be the news of her son's death.

That feeling was like the sky collapsed.

“No~”

"You are lying, lying."

"Ye Fan will not die, he will definitely not die~"

"He promised me to accompany me to celebrate my mother's birthday, and he also said that he would have many children with me."

"He also said that he would hold a peerless wedding for me~"

"We still have a lot of things that we haven't done, how could he just leave?"

"Woooooooooooooo~"

The room was filled with Qiu Mucheng's sad cry.

The sad words were mixed with tears.

Never a moment, Qiu Mucheng was as desperate as he is now.

From the moment I learned about Ye Fan's death, Qiu Mucheng felt that his life had completely dimmed.

That feeling is like the one in my heart that depends on a big tree and collapses.

Life suddenly becomes, and there is nothing to rely on!

That kind of sorrow, that kind of panic, that kind of despair and sorrow are already words and cannot be described.

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Shortly after Qiu Mucheng learned of Ye Fan's death, the news soon reached Chen Ao, Li Er and others' ears.

"What?"

"Mr. Chu, have you fallen?"

In the Li family in Yunzhou, Li Er was still leaning leisurely in the girl's arms, pillowing her soft jade warm fragrance behind her while soaking her feet. However, when he heard Chen Ao's phone call, Li Er was so scared that he jumped up. The basin of foot washing water was even more overturned by him, splashing his face.

However, this is no longer important.

Now, only Chen Ao's deep words remained in Li Er's mind.

"This...how is this possible?"

"Mr. Chu, has he... actually died?"

Li Er was stunned, lost his mind for a long time, his old face turned pale.

He couldn't believe that a few months ago, Ye Fan, who had just invited all the powerful men in Haiyuan Pavilion, stepped onto the top of Jiangdong in one fell swoop. He fell suddenly?

That feeling is like a passionate symphony that ends abruptly when it reaches its climax!

A legendary boy, who had just revealed his glory, had his light dimmed forever.

Lost, regret, sadness, panic ~

Various emotions swept Li Er's entire heart almost instantly.

These days, Ye Fan has been the dominant Jiangdong, and the one who benefits the most is undoubtedly Li Er.

But now, Ye Fan has fallen.
Chapter completed!