At this time, the staff of the Temple of War God came in to report again: "Master King of Fighters, there is a man who calls himself Li Er outside, who is said to be a subordinate of the Wushuang Master, and he wants to meet several masters."

"There is nothing to see, tell him, we are busy." The King of Fighters waved his hand, but refused directly.

"Hmph, Ye Fan may not be qualified to see me."

"This humble subordinate dares to come and see me?"

King of Fighters Mo Gucheng sneered, but he was disdainful of people like Li Er at all.

“We’ve already said it.”

"But he still doesn't leave and insists on seeing you."

"Also, he has been waiting outside for nearly two days." The staff member said again.

"Is that true?" Mo Gucheng laughed, "Since he is willing to wait, then wait."

"We're waiting for a lot of things to do, but we don't have time to take care of these idiots."

Mo Gucheng said lightly, the contempt and arrogance in his words were undoubtedly extremely distinct.

An old man under Yanshan was covered in dust and had an ugly face, and he was so anxious that he could be said to be in a hurry.

It has been two days, and tomorrow is the last day.

But Ye Fan still had no news.

As for his side, there was no progress.

Li Erben thought that relying on Ye Fan's reputation, the Temple of the Martial God would have to meet him even if it was.

If he didn't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face, Li Er might not be considered a nonsense in front of these supreme powers.

But Ye Fan is still a bit important.

But Li Ern never expected that the man from the Martial God Temple would not even meet him.

This undoubtedly made Li Er very helpless.

Even if he has thousands of words in his heart, he has nowhere to say anything.

"Mr. Chu, Mr. Chu, where are you?"

"If you are here, will I, Li Er, suffer this foreign crime? Does it look at people's expression?"

At the foot of Yanshan Mountain, Li Er had a sad face, as if he was falling into the water, shouting helplessly.

Just like that, the night passed quickly.

In a blink of an eye, it was the last day of the three-day appointment.

Yunzhou, Jiangdong, on the banks of Yunwu Lake.

At this time, people were already gathered.

There are nearby citizens and powerful people from other places who come to hear the news.

Thousands of people surrounded the entire Yunwu Lake.

In the middle of Yunwu Lake, there is a small boat standing horizontally.

It is like duckweed, floating on the vast clouds and mist lake.

On the boat, there were two people.

One of them was floating in a red dress, sitting at the head of the bed, closing his eyes to rest.

The other one, with red lips as fire, eyebrows as ink, and his face was intoxicating.

This person is naturally Qiu Mucheng who has been arrested for several days.

Qiu Mucheng's pretty face is a little pale now.

Because these days, they have been in the middle of the lake and have not eaten.

At most, add some moisture.

People who are in the martial arts system in Meng Wanyu are naturally fine.

But Qiu Mucheng, a weak woman, was unable to bear it.

Her pale pretty face, like a candlelight in the wind, weak and haggard.

"Who are you?"

"Where did Ye Fan offend you?"

"Why do you want to kill him?"

In the past few days, Qiu Mucheng kept asking questions.

But Meng Wanyu ignored it and never paid attention to it.

Until now, Meng Wanyu, who had been silent, said coldly: "It's all the time, are you still caring about him?"

"I advise you to take good care of yourself."

"If he doesn't come, you will have only one day of your life."

Indifferent words sounded quietly.

But Qiu Mucheng was not afraid at all and replied without changing his face: "I know, you won't kill me."

"Hmm?" Meng Wanyu's eyes suddenly opened, "Are you sure that's that?"

Qiu Mucheng nodded: "I can feel that you are not a bad person."

"The reason you kidnapped me is just to lure him out."
Chapter completed!