"Young Master Ye, you are back. You are back. Shangguan Hu rebelled and Uncle Wang forced the palace. It almost scared me to death."

"How is Mr. Song?

How is my god sister doing?"

"When I heard that the Diaoyu Pavilion was on fire and there were killings, I immediately ordered all the people to go into the palace to rescue Mr. Song and kill the traitors."

"How is she now?

Am I late?

Am I late?"

"Brother Ye, I'm sorry, I'm incompetent, I can't protect you well, I'm sorry for you, I promised you to protect Mr. Song..." Haba rushed to Ye Fan's side and cried bitterly, and his tears instantly wet Ye Fan.

clothes.

His face was sad, his tears were boiling, and his body was trembling slightly from crying. He was absolutely sincere.

Ye Fan exhaled a long breath, glanced at the more than 600 dead princes, and then looked at the micro punch in Ha Ba's hand.

He said calmly: "The prince is really here to save the beauty?"

"I am sworn in with the traitor!"

Prince Haba roared: "I and the traitor are at odds with each other!"

He also pointed out the number of six hundred men.

Six hundred of his subordinates also shouted in unison: "Kill the rebels, save Mr. Song, kill the rebels, save Mr. Song!"

The momentum was so overwhelming that the disciples of the Wu League who rushed over felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Brothers!"

Ye Fan patted Prince Haba's arm and then hugged him from behind.

Press his finger.

Haba swayed.

Countless warheads poured out.

As Pal took his last breath, his body trembled, and then his head tilted and he fell into a pool of blood.

Life is extinguished.

"Congratulations to the prince, congratulations to the prince!"
Chapter completed!