However, Luo Yongsheng was angry, but he knew that Ye Fan was difficult to deal with. After all, even a master of the level of Blood Blade was defeated by Ye Fan. This is enough to show that Ye Fan is not an ordinary person!
After thinking for a long time, Luo Yongsheng suddenly thought of something and ordered to the butler beside him: "Butler, please immediately send someone to contact the God of Death. Tell the God of Death that Ye Fan killed the Blood Blade. I don't believe that the God of Death will not take his place."
His disciple takes revenge!"
"Yes! Mr. Luo, I understand." The butler nodded respectfully.
Then, he left the scene.
At this time, Luo Yongsheng was lying on the soft and comfortable sofa. He slowly closed his eyes, and the image of Ye Fan appeared in his mind. At this time, his heart was filled with coldness and hatred.
At this moment, he has regarded Ye Fan as a person who must be killed, and he will not give up until Ye Fan is crushed to ashes, skinned and cramped!
And the only person who can help him fulfill this wish is the God of Death!
The God of Killing is far more powerful than the Blood Blade. He was once the number one killer in the world of killers. He has performed hundreds of tasks and completed every task perfectly.
He is a legendary figure, an outstanding mercenary king, and a top killer!
In Luo Yongsheng's view, only by finding a strong man like the God of Death can he kill Ye Fan!
And the God of Killing has one characteristic, that is, he protects his shortcomings!
The Blood Blade was killed by Ye Fan, and the God of Death will definitely avenge the Blood Blade!
Thinking of this, the corners of Luo Yongsheng's mouth curled up slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He believed that Ye Fan would definitely die this time!
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The next day, a new day begins again.
Last night, the old housekeeper went out to contact the God of Death, and he was already contacted.
Today, Luo Yongsheng made an appointment to meet the God of Death, and the meeting place was a private teahouse.
Soon, Luo Yongsheng drove to a tea garden. This tea garden was a group of antique buildings with an elegant environment and a light fragrance in the air.
Luo Yongsheng walked into the tea garden and walked straight to the door of one of the buildings.
Behind him, followed a burly young bodyguard with bulging muscles.
The young bodyguard was wearing a black suit, had a shaved head, and a beard. He exuded a tough aura, giving people a sense of calmness and authority.
There was a pistol hanging on his waist, his hands were placed in his trouser pockets, and his eyes were extremely sharp.
And this young man is the personal bodyguard of the God of Death.
"Little brother! I have made an appointment with the God of Death. Please lead the way!"
Luo Yongsheng was the first to express his intention and said.
"this way please!"
The burly bodyguard nodded, and then took steps to lead Luo Yongsheng towards a house deep in the tea garden.
Soon, Luo Yongsheng, led by a burly man, followed his bodyguards to the door of an antique wing and paused.
Immediately afterwards, he knocked on the door and shouted: "Master, Mr. Luo has arrived."
After hearing these words, a majestic and cold voice came from a bedroom in the wing.
"Let him in."
"Yes!" The burly bodyguard responded respectfully, then stepped aside.
Luo Yongsheng also pushed open the wooden door and walked in.
After entering the room, the first thing that caught your eye was an old man wearing a Tang suit, with white hair and a childlike face, who looked like a fairy. The old man was leisurely tasting tea, and seemed to be strategizing and winning with a calm demeanor thousands of miles away.