Chapter 1772 (2/2)
The words are dense, without any emotional implication.
Yes, only endless cold and killing opportunities.
As if in his eyes, Ye Fan's life is just like grass mustard, which can be cut off easily.
”Ah ~”
Ye Fan shook his head and laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
”That's very nice.”
”Full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, and high sounding.”
”But you know what I hate most in my life is you idiots.”
”You ~” Ye Fan said this, almost boundless angry.
After all these years, this young man is the first one who dares to call him a fool.
However, Ye Fan, who cares about his anger, still says coldly.
”Why don't you accept it?”
”Am I not right?”
”You only said that I killed the disciples of the sword God, but do you know why I killed them?”
”I also said that I used conspiracy and intrigue to frame others and take hostages to rob treasure. I asked you, who did you hear about these things? Have you verified them?”
”Is it true or false, do you really know?”
”Not just listening to one side of the story?”
”You don't tell black from white, you don't know right from wrong. What are you, if you're not a fool?”
”Besides, even if I'm really wrong, what qualifications do you have to kill me on behalf of Huaxia?”
”Are you the Lord of China?”
”Or the master of the temple of martial arts?”
”What the hell is not? Dare you tell me about it?”
Ye Fan's words are endless.
A few questions in a row, words such as a knife, merciless, straight to Mo boundless old face red, speechless.
In the end, he was so angry that his fists clenched and his eyes turned red.