Song Hongyan threw another bottle of sake to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan picked it up and drank it in one gulp.

"Today is such a good day!"

Seeing Ye Fan being so high-spirited and looking down on the world, Song Hongyan could no longer hold back the love in her heart.

Her smile was as bright as a flower, and she hugged Ye Fan's waist tightly from behind, saying softly: "Live and die together, this life is enough."

"It is indeed a good day. The martial arts of Yang Kingdom have been wiped out. I guess I can leave a mark in China."

Ye Fan stabbed the snow knife in his hand into the floor in front of him, threw the empty wine bottle out, his eyes shot out like lightning, and said coldly:

"However, how can our heads and yours be easily taken away by others? If they want us to die, they must at least sacrifice hundreds of lives in exchange!"

He smiled: "I'm afraid the entire Sensoji Temple will be stained red with blood."

"Are you afraid of so many people, so much blood, and beauty?"

Ye Fan's first words were fierce and vicious, but later he suddenly turned into a gentle and considerate tone.

"With you by my side, what joy is there in life, and what sorrow is there in death?"

Song Hongyan couldn't help but smile slightly and pressed her face tightly against Ye Fan's back. Although she knew that death was imminent, she felt happy and peaceful in her heart.

She raised her eyes to the sky and saw cherry blossoms flying in a poetic and picturesque way.
Chapter completed!