"Okay, I'll go over and tell me."

Ye Fanyu swept across the dark smoke, and then looked at Zhan Miyang, who was armed to his teeth.

There was a little more playfulness in his eyes:

"No, although Chen Yuanyuan has a lot of resources and may have hatred for me, she will never put her energy on me now."

"Before the party in Hengcheng of Tangmen, Chen Yuanyuan will not cause trouble, and will not provoke me to make her plan another change."

"It seems that you were sent by my old friend again."

"Kill me, vent my anger and one less troublemaker."

"I can't kill me, I'll blame Chen Yuanyuan."

"Borrowing my hand against Chen Yuanyuan is to indirectly help Tang Ruoxue to relieve her pressure on the party in Hengcheng."

Ye Fan looked at Zhan Miyang and smiled: "Zhan Miyang, right?"

Zhan Miyang did not respond, but just smiled and said, "Come here, I will tell you."

Ye Fan stepped forward with a smile and clenched his left hand slightly.

Seeing Ye Fan walking several meters, Zhan Miyang was very happy: "Come here, come here quickly."

Ye Fan smiled: "Okay!"

He raised his left foot and took a big step.

Suddenly, he withdrew his left foot and put it down.

This abruptness not only made Zhan Miyang extremely uncomfortable, but also made him subconsciously raise his right arm.

He was about to bang Ye Fan.

But he is faster, Ye Fan is faster.

When the cannon was lifted, Ye Fan's left hand had ejected.

"flutter!"

A ray of light flashed away.

Zhan Miyang's face changed drastically, and he instinctively raised his axe to block the attack.

But he couldn't stop it.

"when!"

The white light shone like a rainbow and pushed the armor into his throat.

With a bang, the armor exploded in an instant, unable to support the penetration of the white light.

When the neck armor landed on the ground, a stream of blood also burst out from the throat.

The next second, behind Zhan Miyang's neck, blood was splattered.

Zhan Miyang's body shook and his entire movements stopped.

He didn't shout or struggle, but suddenly, like a deflated balloon, slumped on the ground softly.

He held the weapon tightly with both hands, but had no strength to attack.

Zhan Miyang's eyes were full of frustration, and there was anger, suspicion and reluctance...

He seemed to die and didn't believe it, Ye Fan killed him like this.

Zhan Miyang's lips were still moving, and his throat was also "gurgling".

Although he couldn't speak, everyone knew that he was dissatisfied.

"Why, I've died for five hundred rounds without a fight, I feel very frustrated and unwilling to accept it?"

Ye Fan slowly stepped forward and opened his helmet, looked down at Zhan Miyang and sighed:

"Yes, fully armed, but it ended before it was even implemented. Anyone would be unwilling to accept it."

"But this is the cruelty of the world..."

After saying that, he stepped on Zhan Miyang's throat and turned his head to look into the distance blocked by black smoke: "Old friend, we will meet again soon."
Chapter completed!