All turned into a strong sadness and helplessness.

He touched his tears sadly on the side.

Ye Fan raised his head slightly.

He only felt all the sourness and anger in his heart, all of which had settled down at this moment.

In Ye Fan's crystal eyes, a sharp color flashed by.

He slowly turned around, stood in front of the little boy, and squatted down.

Ye Fan gently helped the little boy to wipe away the tears.

He met the latter's eyes, smiled gently, rubbed the little boy's head, and said softly.

"If this is the most painful memory and world in your heart, let your brother help you...destroy it!"

The little boy looked startled.

Ye Fan took his little hand.

He has been able to influence all the scenes in front of him.

When it freezes, it starts to flow.

The body of the little boy's mother fell aside.

The sword finger demon stood up angrily.

In Ye Fan's right hand, the flaming dark flames were flaming, and the palms were concave, and a strong force of sucking came out in an instant!

"Roar--"

The sword finger demon roared, and was pinched by Ye Fan's neck without any resistance, and raised one hand in the air.

"Dead!"

Ye Fan looked indifferent and his eyes were as cold as a knife.

Bear--

The deep purple dark flame directly turned the sword finger demon into a torch on the spot.

"Ah, what kind of flame is this!"

"Do not--"

The sword finger demon howled in pain.

Ye Fan's palm was slightly hard.

Boom!

This fourth-order restricted sword refers to the demon, the body and soul of the demon, all burst into pieces.

The little boy widened his eyes and looked at the corpse of the demon that exploded in front of him.

Ye Fan continued to hold his hand and turned around slowly.

His mental power has been locked on the little boy's escaped father.

The drunk man with his face full of flesh was climbing out of the window and standing on the tree trunk at this moment.

Ye Fan's eyes were sharp as a sword.

"Get me back!!"

He raised his hand, and the dark flame in his palm turned inward.

This sucking force directly **** the soul.

"what--"

The man screamed, and the whole person flew back uncontrollably.

Boom!

The door of the master bedroom was smashed on the spot by the figure flying back from the man.

Ye Fan grabbed the man's neck and pinched it to the ground.

Boom!

The man's knee knelt on the spot and broke the tiles on the floor of the room.

The sharp fragments of tiles on the ground, as well as the previous fragments of dishes, pierced deeply into the man's knees and thighs.

"Ah, my knees, my...my legs!"

The man looked at Ye Fan with a frightened expression on his face.

"You...who are you?"

He was extremely painful and asked with a trembling face full of doubts.

Ye Fan didn't bother to pay attention to this scum.

He made the man kneel in front of the little boy.

The man also saw the son in front of him.

He was just about to reach out his hand.

Ye Fan's palm fell on the man's brain and the heavenly spirit cover.

The turbulent underworld directly poured into the body of the latter ordinary person.

In an instant of kung fu, this drunk man seemed to have been caught in a fixation technique, unable to move.

Ye Fan looked at Wei Wei's startled little boy, and asked, "He, **** it?"

The expression of the little boy was constantly changing and it was very complicated.

There is pain, there is helplessness, there is struggle...

The man noticed his son's changing face, and his eyes widened to the limit were filled with fear and begging for mercy.

He said with great difficulty: "A...Amin, no...don't!"