"Niu Niu!"

Next to the Thunder Well, Duanmu Wan'er shouted in panic.

However, it has been useless.

Both Huangniu and Ye Fan have disappeared from the sea of ​​thunder underground.

"This dead bull is not bullying Ye Fan."

"Is it okay now?"

After the initial panic, Duanmu Wan'er was a little amused and crying.

She could almost imagine the scene of a scalper crying and howling under the thunder well.

However, Duanmu Wan'er was not too worried.

Uncle Long said that scalpers are not ordinary creatures.

The body is filled with muscles, bones, skin and flesh.

Uncle Long said back then that if one of the three of them could resist the thunder sea without dying, he would definitely be a scalper.

At that time, Uncle Long asked the scalper to jump into the thunder sea, and after escaping, he went to Duanmu Wan'er's brother to save them.

But the scalper is greedy and afraid of death, and he will never jump into the Thunder Well.

This time, it was impossible to stop jumping.

After guarding the Thunder Well for a while, Duanmu Wan'er also left.

Again, she returned to the place where she lived for hundreds of years.

A few minutes ago, the lively and warm nest suddenly became deserted.

Ye Fan's special playing cards were scattered, and Ye Fan's temperature seemed to remain on the spirit bed. The blankets that the scalpers were often used to dance with exercises by the wall, and they also lay there alone.

At this time, Duanmu Wan'er realized that she was really the only one left in this world.

She suddenly felt so uncomfortable when she was chatting in her heart.

It's like being abandoned by the whole world.

She sat at the desk, her whole body curled up together.

The sadness in her heart was like a tide, eroding her bit by bit.

She suddenly wanted to cry.

But this is, Duanmu Wan'er suddenly noticed that there were several lines of font on the page on the desk.

"The most tenderness of the bow of your head is like a lotus that is so shy that the cool breeze is."

"Tell me, take care of me, take care of me, and there is sweet sorrow in that call of me."

This is a poem, a poem that Duanmu Wan'er has never heard of.

Below the poem is a lower part and a few words left by Ye Fan.

"The most beautiful poem is given to the most beautiful Wan'er."

"Wan'er, be happy!"

"When I finish my life, I will help you find your brother."

Finally, there was a smile on Ye Fan's face.

Looking at these, Duanmu Wan'er seemed to see Ye Fan's silly smile again.

She picked up the letter and held it in her arms like a treasure.

It was like a little girl in a winter night holding her only match to keep warm.

"Ye Fan, thank you..."

That murmur sound seemed to penetrate the ages.

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pain!

It hurts like a burning fire!

It was in this bone-breaking pain that Ye Fan slowly opened his eyes.

"Wake up, grandma, big brother,"

As soon as Ye Fan opened his eyes, he saw a dirty little boy running out excitedly.

Soon, an old woman in a simple dress rushed over.

"Quick, Geeta, get some water for him to drink."

The old woman said quickly.

After drinking some water simply, Ye Fan regained some consciousness.

Then, the Yundao Tianjue began to operate.

The power of heaven and earth around began to gather into Ye Fan's body.

As his physical strength gradually recovered, the stinging pain on Ye Fan's body subsided a little.

He looked around and was obviously confused.

"Little brother, what are you doing?"

"All injuries."

"I don't know, I thought you were struck by lightning."

"You don't know. When our grandfather and grandson picked you up from the mountains, you were covered in black like coke, and you were completely disgusted."

"I thought you couldn't live."

"I didn't expect that you were alive?"
Chapter completed!