Song Hongyan's fingers fell on Ye Fan's face, and there was a hint of worry in her eyes: "It's just that you have to be careful during these days."

"Don't worry, I can take care of myself."

Ye Fan changed the subject: "The funeral will still be held?"

"That's right!"

Song Hongyan nodded lightly: "But Tang Pingfan has moved up one day and will bury Feilaifeng at noon tomorrow."

"After the burial is completed, they will rush to Longdu overnight."

She added: "This is not fear, but they are preparing to take revenge on Yang Kingdom."

Ye Fan was slightly surprised: "Will you be buried tomorrow?"

"He wants to disrupt the enemy's rhythm."

Song Hongyan tilted her head to the outside and said, "Tomorrow, if I fly to Feilai Peak, I'm afraid there will be a river of blood again."

"No matter how much blood there is, I won't let it splash on you."

Ye Fan pinched the delicate chin and kissed the lips!
Chapter completed!