The handle of the knife is held in a large hand.

Li Dayong.

"Uncle Yong?"

Ye Fan grabbed the blade of the knife, regardless of the bleeding in his palm: "Why?"

Li Dayong looked in pain and sweat was pouring down his face. When he heard Ye Fan's question, veins popped up in his hands, but the sharp blade seemed to be cast in the air, motionless.

Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "I never thought that Uncle Yong would stab me."

No matter what the reason was, this stab made his body hurt and his heart hurt even more.

Li Dayong's expression became cold: "Ye Fan, you shouldn't have come to Nanling..." Ye Fan was considerate: "I know, Uncle Yong, you must have some unavoidable reasons, right?"

Li Dayong was silent for a long time and shook his head flatly: "No!"

Ye Fan was slightly stunned when he heard this, and his face turned pale.

Li Dayong added: "You shouldn't go against the Blood Medicine Sect, you really shouldn't."
Chapter completed!