Ye Fan couldn't bear it anymore, he knelt on the ground, rested his head on the bed, and cried out in grief.

For more than twenty years, all his efforts were in vain. After all, he could not see his parents. He was heartbroken, full of sadness and sorrow, and had endless regrets!

Heartbreaking pain, tears welling up, blurring his eyes, Ye Fan's fingers almost broke, he could not accept this result.

Xu Qiong withdrew, leaving him alone in the room. In a daze, Ye Fan felt a kind of warmth and call.

"Xiaofan, are you back..."

Ye Fan's heart was broken, and he murmured in his mouth, weeping blood every word, reciting the Sutra of Savior. He never thought that he would recite it for his parents. Every word was burned into the void, and his sadness and grief were burned into the room.

Alas, I sighed. Actually, I don’t want to write like this. It takes time, effort and trouble to do it so late. But I feel that it is too vulgar for a person to achieve enlightenment, and his relatives, parents, and even chickens and dogs to ascend to heaven. After writing this chapter, I don’t feel good at all.

Well, brothers and sisters who seem to have some feelings, please vote *** to support me.

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Chapter completed!