My Cold and Beautiful Wife

Hearing these murderous words, everyone's scalp was numb, and they were so scared that they didn't dare to talk.

"No matter what Mr. Ye's plan is, now our Dragon Blood Tree tribe has no retreat!"

"Rather than being stepped on by the Spruce Tribe, it's better to... let it go!"

Singh said generously.

Although they knew that they might face a horrible storm, the people of the Dragon Blood tribe knew that if they didn't succeed, they would become benevolent.

"Yes! We want to avenge the **** of nature!"

"Never let Simon use despicable means to confuse the Aslan people!!"

For most Aslan people, the gods of nature and the gods of beauty are the parent gods and their beliefs.

No matter how prestigious Simon was, after all, he was a member of the Spruce Tribe.

Outside of Spruce, the recognition of Semon by other tribes is actually higher than that of worshiping a strong person, and it will not be deified.

Because of this, Simon needs to make a big circle to win over the hearts of the people.

The high level of the tribe here, finalized the next goal to fight against the Spruce Tribe.

On the other side, the beauty ceremony has also reached its final stage.

Although Ye Fan didn't pay attention, he glanced inadvertently and found a familiar figure crying on stage.

"Elder Singh, it's a pity, if I prepare early, there is a high probability that I will win the championship."

"Yes, there is a lack of demeanor, a lot of points are dropped."

Several elders who were judges expressed their regrets to the Singhs.

Ye Fan only knew that Landuo Duo ranked third in this selection.

It's not that the top two looks better than her, but that they are not very beautiful in terms of temperament and demeanor.

These handsome men and beauties who come to participate in the selection are all "professional training".

Lan Duoduo is naturally incomparable with a female man who dances with men with swords and guns every day.

"She should be taught a lesson, and thank you elders for correcting her." Singh was generous.

"Father, Duo Duo is for me to participate in this beauty ceremony. She tried her best. Please don't blame her."

Kulatu knew that his father actually wanted face, so he worried that his sister would be punished.

"If it is not beautiful enough, we must continue to work hard. If we should learn from it, we should naturally learn from it."

Singh's face was serious, but his conversation turned slightly, and he said, "You will help Mr. Ye with all your heart in the future. If you want to do things in the Hui clan, I won't stop you."

Kulatu was taken aback, couldn't believe what he heard.

"Father...you...you allowed me to go home?"

"I didn't say that."

After Xin Ge said, he nodded slightly with Ye Fan, then turned and left.

Kulatu's eyes were red on the face of a fierce man.

Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry when he saw his expression, but he actually understood it.

For Kuratu, going home does not only mean seeing his family, what he yearns for more is to get his father's approval.

"Mr. Ye, thank you!"

Kulatu was dumb and couldn't speak rhetoric, but this thank you was extremely sincere.

"Thank you, I didn't help you specifically, if you want to, thank your sister," Ye Fan said with a smile.

"Yeah...Duo Duo also worked very hard, doing what she hates most for my incompetent brother."

Kurato was about to express his thoughts, when he looked up, he found that Ye Fan was missing?

Ye Fan doesn't have any spare time, listen to him telling these mental journeys.

In a blink of an eye at this time, Ye Fan had once again arrived on the platform of the sacred tree.

The bluestone tables and stools, the small red clay stove, and the black pottery kettle are boiled mountain springs.

Ye Qun lifted the kettle and brewed some fragrant tea, waiting for someone to drink tea.

"Congratulations, Master, this time I have gained a lot from the Dragon Blood Tree."

"This is the young bud of the dragon's blood leaf. The special dragon's blood tea is not available anywhere else."

Ye Fan sat down and was not in a hurry to drink tea, and said, "You send me a message and invite me to come up. Isn't it just a cup of tea?"

"Naturally, I have something to say, but the young master doesn't need to worry, take a sip of tea and speak slowly," Ye Qun said.

"A Qun, I also want to slow down, but time is waiting for no one."

Ye Fan said sternly: "I blocked Simon's plan this time, and I definitely can't hide it."

"I must master enough power before the official battle, or I will die forever..." Ye Qun sighed, "Master, the old slave thinks that this matter... isn't that simple."

"Of course it's not easy. Competing with the top ten in the history of the academy and the adjudicators of the temple, how can it be simple..." Ye Fan smiled bitterly, "Although it may be a little worse, it is also genuine. It is the same level as the old foodie. ..." "The old slave is not just referring to Simon."

"Oh?"

Ye Fan frowned, "What do you want to say?"

Ye Qun said, "The old slave has followed the master for many years, and although he can't get a glimpse of the full picture of the Creator, there is more or less a concept."

"This time the fall of the natural **** Du Muci is too abrupt..." "Even if Simon is the leader among the creators, but killing the gods... is it really that easy?"

Ye Fan's eyes flickered, falling into thought.

"Master, think about it, although Lord Green is expensive as the Nine Tribulations Azure Dragon, he is also an ordinary creator after all."

"This natural **** Du Muci may be inferior to Lord Green in many aspects, but he is also the main **** in charge of natural creatures, not a little god..." "Even if the temple intervenes, the old **** can only exile Lord Green. There is no way. Kill it..." "But now, this natural god, if you don't have it?

It's too easy. "

Ye Fan picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

"The higher the level of battle, the more often it only requires the simplest strength to crush."

"If I truly reach the realm of the creator, it would not be impossible to kill the creator of the same level with one sword."

Ye Qun smiled and said, "Master, that's you. You have the sword of the unparalleled emperor... But Simon, does he have it?"

Ye Fan couldn't help being silent. Although he hadn't fought against Simon, he had encountered it after all.

At the beginning, in the chaotic river, Simon couldn't erase him immediately.

If Simon had thunder means, he might not be able to wait for the Queen of Thousand Faces to come.

"A Qun, what do you mean, there is something strange behind this?"

Ye Qun lowered his head and said: "The old slave thought...before he figured out how Simon killed the God of Nature, the young master might as well endure it."

"The young master is an odd number. If you are deliberately evasive, no one can find you."

"Why set yourself a seven-day deadline to confront Simon head-on so early?"

Ye Fan said with a chuckle: "I just grabbed the people from the Spruce Tribe and lit the gunpowder fuse. Now...you want me to avoid it?"

"Master, you don't owe the Dragon Blood Tree tribe, let alone the Aslan people."

"Guardian of Longxie, there are two sets of strange formations left by the master, which are enough to deal with the spruce cavalry."

"If you are not here, Simon will not act grandiosely, and the Dragon Blood Tree tribe will not lose too much."

Ye Fan looked at the old servant deeply, lost in thought...