Ye Fan picked it up and finished drinking it in one sip.

"What a good day today!"

Seeing Ye Fan's high-spirited attitude and aura of looking down on the world, Song Hongyan could no longer help but love her.

She smiled brightly like a flower, hugged Ye Fan's waist tightly from behind, and said softly: "Life and die together, this life is enough."

"It's indeed a good day. I can leave a name in China as well as a bloody martial arts in Yang Guo."

Ye Fan stabbed the snow knife in his hand into the floor in front of him, threw out the empty wine bottle, his eyes shot out like lightning, and said in a cold voice:

"However, my head and you can't be easily taken away by others. If we want us to die, we must at least exchange them for hundreds of lives!"

He smiled: "At that time, the entire Sensoji Temple will probably be stained with blood."

"So many people, so many blood, and beautiful women, are you afraid?"

Ye Fan's previous words were fierce and vicious, but suddenly they turned into a gentle and considerate tone.

"With you accompanying me, how happy is life? How sad is death?"

Song Hongyan couldn't help but smile and pressed her face tightly against Ye Fan's back. Although she knew death was about to come, her heart was peaceful and peaceful.

She looked up at the sky and saw cherry blossoms flying like poetry and picturesque.

"Fan, the wind is blowing..."

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Chapter completed!