Chapter 1037 (1/2)

Naturally, Ye Fan couldn't bear to refuse. He didn't even want to ask more questions. He nodded and said, ”I will try my best within my ability.”.

”Mr. Ye's words, we can certainly do it...” Ling Baiguang looked at Ling Yuwei with complicated eyes and said, ”I hope Mr. Ye can take good care of Yuwei for me Her mother left early, and I didn't do my duty. I'm not a good father... ”

Ye Fan Leng next, did not expect is to entrust Ling Yuwei to him?!

Su light snow on one side also complexion complex, but did not make a sound.

Ling Yuwei cried: ”Dad, don't say that! It's the daughter who is not filial to you! Always make you angry!! Dad, don't you leave me... ”

Ling Baiguang looked at Ye Fan and continued to ask, ”Mr. Ye, can you promise me, no matter what happens in the future, don't let Yuwei get hurt...”

Ye Fan looks at Ling Yuwei, just in time, Ling Yuwei is looking back at him, their eyes meet, unspeakable complex feeling.

Ye Fan looks at Su Qingxue around him. What he worries about is that Su Qingxue has ideas.

Can su light snow at this time toward him to smile slightly, nodded.

Seeing the woman's permission, Ye Fan did not have the heart to let Ling Baiguang die in peace, so he said: ”I know, leader Ling, I promise you that as long as I can, I will not let Yuwei get hurt.”.

”Good Good... ” Ling Baiguang's eyes became more and more lax, and his breath became weak, ”I I believe you... ”

When he finished the last three words, Ling Baiguang was no longer alive.

At the scene, dozens of Shushan disciples were dejected.

Outside the gate, suddenly flew over a busy, dusty old man.

Seeing the scene in the house, the old man cried out ”white light”!

It was Ling Qingfeng, who rushed back in a hurry, but failed to see the last side of his son.

”Master! He's gone Li Lihong and other disciples began to cry.

Ling Qingfeng staggered to the bedside, looking at Ling Baiguang, who had left peacefully, cried bitterly.

”White hair to black hair, why does god treat me like this? Ling family, to Shushan!”

Ling Yuwei also hugged her grandfather, and her grandparents and grandchildren burst into tears.

But when the people in the room were still in a state of extreme sadness, Ye Fan suddenly noticed that there was a trace of unusual breath coming from the back of Shushan mountain.

”There's an invasion!”

Ye Fan finished and ran out first.

When they heard Ye Fan say this, they were all in a daze. Subconsciously, they thought whether it would be the master who attacked Shushan again, so they hurriedly followed him out.

Even Ling Qingfeng and Ling Yuwei, regardless of other things, rushed to the back mountain.

As soon as Ye Fan arrived at the Houshan mountain, he saw seven or eight corpses of Shushan disciples on the ground. All of them had been burned by the fire, and they were beyond recognition.

An old man in a red and black robe with grey hair was standing in front of the Tibetan sword Pavilion, looking scornfully at the crowd of Shu mountain.

”Are you the one who attacked leader Ling?” Ye Fan sees the old man and finds that he can't see his accomplishments clearly. However, from the perspective of feeling, he should be beyond the realm of concentration. He is likely to be an expert in the realm of leaving the world!

The old man said faintly: ”boy, you don't look like the people in Shushan. Why do you come here to meddle?”?