In the huge space, a person stands in the middle with his back to the door, without any jewelry on his body, and his body is as straight as a javelin.

He was wearing white clothes, standing as majestic as a mountain, his pale hair was clean and orderly, and his hands were clasped behind his back.

Without even seeing the outline of his facial features, he already has an arrogant and arrogant air that looks down upon the world.

There are also more than a dozen calligraphy and paintings of different styles hanging on the walls on both sides of the main hall.

Directly in front is a huge black letter——

Tolerate!

Dark and smooth, penetrating into the wood.

What surprised Ye Fan even more was that the ink didn't seem to be dry yet, reflecting a faint black light.

Moreover, the word "forbearance" is not written in any subtle way, on the contrary, it carries a sharp and murderous intention.

It seems that I can't bear it anymore.

Liu Zhixin stepped forward and said respectfully: "Master, Master Ye is here!"

Ye Fan also raised his head and greeted: "Hello, Lord!"

"Whoosh!"

Huang Wuji turned around and had a gun in his hand.

Without saying a word, he pulled the trigger on Ye Fan.

"Bang bang bang!"
Chapter completed!