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Chapter 1767 Chaos into a Pot of Porridge(2/2)

Simple and direct.

Ye Fan was slightly in a trance, looking at the dead Xiong Tianjun, unable to react for a moment.

Tang Ruoxue and Tang Kexin on the other end of the phone also subconsciously fell silent.

Obviously they all felt the murderous intention thousands of miles away.

"Ruoxue, it's not good, it's not good!"

At this moment, Wu's mother screamed on the phone: "The young master is missing, the young master is missing..."

"What?"

Tang Ruoxue, who had always been cold, trembled in her voice: "Wangfan is missing?"

Tang Kexin also shouted: "This is impossible!"

The phone fell to the ground with a bang, and I could feel that the Tang Sect was in chaos.

Ye Fan grabbed the phone and shouted: "Ruoxue, Ruoxue!"

"Ye Fan, if something happens to the child, I'm not done with you!"
Chapter completed!
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