Xiong Ba just died, and the six Arctic elites who sniped the Martial Arts League rushed towards Ye Fan with weapons.
The harsh gunshots kept ringing, and the barrel trembled violently.
The flying bullets poured out unscrupulously like meteor showers.
The warheads reflected by the flames kept shining.
For a moment, fires soared into the sky, mud and stones flew everywhere, and the grass and trees were torn apart like pieces of paper.
But Ye Fan was not afraid at all. He kicked Xiong Ba's body to block the bullet in front of him, and then he disappeared from everyone's sight.
The next second, he appeared in front of six enemies.
"Kill him!"
The enemy who shot the photobullet pulled out his saber and charged towards Ye Fan like a rainbow.
They had the same body and had extremely tacit understanding. With a raised hand, six swords surrounded and slashed out.
Thunderous.
Faced with this powerful attack, Ye Fan directly turned into a shocking rainbow, and instead of retreating, he advanced and killed him.
He punched an enemy in the head.
The enemy's head flashed instantly, like a ball, hitting another companion's head.
Then the companion's head shook and hit the third person's head...
"Dangdangdang!"
Six explosions broke out in the air at the same time, followed by blood splattering.
The explosion came from the heads of six enemies.
The six people besieged at the same time, but they could not defeat Ye Fan's attack.
The children of the Wumeng who were rushing over were stunned. The six people were blown by Ye Fan.
In the blood all over the ground, Ye Fan calmly fell to the ground, and the hostility on his face did not dissipate.
He once thought about surviving, but his emotions made him take action when he saw the enemy.
After killing all the people from the Arctic Chamber of Commerce, Ye Fan calmed down and ran back to the hills as loose as cream cakes.
He picked up Yuan Qingyi and ran to the hospital as fast as possible.
While waiting for the doctor to treat the wound in the hospital, Ye Fan also called Song Hongyan...
Yuan Qingyi, who was poisoned, slept for three days. Three days later, she opened her eyes in a daze.
Looking at the white ceiling, her eyes were confused for a moment, as if she didn't know where she was.
Then, she remembered the explosion of the hill.
A heart suddenly sucked.
"Young Master Ye, young Master Ye——"
Yuan Qingyi screamed, sat up, and glanced around with fear on his face.
But she didn't see Ye Fan's shadow.
"Did Ye Fan be killed by the bomb?"
Yuan Qingyi's heart tugged and her head began to ached again.
A huge sense of fear hit her.
What happened to Ye Fan was that she could not accept.
She couldn't help but shout, "Where are people? Where are people?"
"Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye, come out."
Yuan Qingyi endured the pain and struggled to come out of the hospital bed, keeping shouting.
She has been suffering from a sea of blood for a long time and is stained with countless blood, but Ye Fan's unresponsiveness still made her panic.
It felt like the child woke up from a nap and saw his mother beside him.
Her panic-clamored and echoed in the luxurious special care unit.
But no one answered her.
Yuan Qingyi gritted her teeth and rushed to the door, and opened the door in a hurry.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw a pair of eyes staring at her.
That gaze was deep, peaceful, and a touch of gentleness.
Yuan Qingyi suddenly looked up as he followed the feeling.
Just as Ye Fan opened his arms and smiled softly: "I'm here, I'm here."
For the past three days, he has been guarding Yuan Qingyi, treating her injuries, expelling her poison, and restoring her appearance.
Just now, a phone call came in and he left the ward for a moment.
Unexpectedly, Yuan Qingyi woke up at this moment, still feeling fearful, which made him feel cared for.
"Ye Fan, is it you? It's really you? Are you okay?"
It was like a dream, lonely and helpless, and Yuan Qingyi's panicked heart became more at ease.
Her body was leaning forward and hugging.
But reason made her suppress her emotions of losing and regaining it.
"You sacrificed yourself to save me, how could I have something to do?"
Ye Fan smiled and hugged the woman with generous politeness:
"You said, why are you always so stupid? You protect me again and again."
"What good can I make you sacrifice like this?"
At the critical moment of life and death, Yuan Qingyi sacrificed himself to throw him away, and Ye Fan was grateful in his heart.
"It is my duty to protect the young master."
"Whether you die or we die together, I am not able to protect you."
Yuan Qingyi smiled: "I have failed for most of my life and can't let myself fail anymore."
"You are just too nervous about me, but don't cherish myself."
Ye Fan had helplessness in his eyes, and took the woman back to the ward, allowing her to lie on the bed with peace of mind:
"Actually, I can deal with those poisonous gases and explosions. But if you protect me and die, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life."
"The poison gas and explosions will hurt my people at most, and if something happens to you, it will kill my heart."
"If you encounter this situation in the future, you must protect yourself first and don't think about me."
"I am better than you and stronger than you. If you protect yourself, how can I get wrong?"
He poured Yuan Qingyi a glass of water and told her.
"clear."
Yuan Qingyi gently drank the water and smiled.
In fact, she also knew that Ye Fan often did not need to protect himself, but when she saw that he was in danger, she always instinctively blocked him.
So she openly agreed to Ye Fan that when she encounters danger, it depends on who is better in reason or emotion.
Amid the laughter, Yuan Qingyi suddenly saw a shadow in the water and saw half of her bandaged face.
She trembled, she quickly put down her cup and reached out to touch her cheek.
"Don't move, the injury has not healed, it's easy to get inflammation when touched."
Ye Fan quickly grabbed the woman's hand with quick eyes:
"I'm very honest and tell you that your left face was burned and poisoned, and was disfigured."
He looked at Yuan Qingyi with a bright look: "The repair is too difficult, and the plastic surgeon is powerless."
Disfigured?
Yuan Qingyi's delicate body trembled when she heard this, and her smile became a little more sad and beautiful.
There was also a hint of sadness in her eyes. She wanted to touch her but was worried about what Ye Fan said, so she could only touch the intact face on the other side to miss her.
“That’s the price to protect me!”
Ye Fan asked, "Don't you regret it later?"
Yuan Qingyi's eyelids twitched, and her sadness gradually subsided, and half of her face showed a sense of firmness.
She looked at Ye Fan and patted her other half of her face: "As long as she can protect Mr. Ye, my half of my face can be destroyed."
"I won't let half of your face be destroyed, let alone hurt you in the future."
Ye Fan laughed loudly, took a mirror and placed it in front of Yuan Qingyi.
Then, he reached out and took off the gauze from the woman's face.
Yuan Qingyi subconsciously closed her eyes. No matter how strong she was, she could not face half of her newly destroyed face.
"You will face it sooner or later if you open your eyes, disfigure it or not."
Ye Fan whispered: "I still don't agree to face it from now on."
"Um--"
Yuan Qingyi gritted her teeth and opened her eyes tremblingly.
On the mirror, half of my face was covered with medicinal powder and gauze marks, but I could still see the shiny skin.
Yuan Qingyi was shocked and opened her mouth wide. Didn’t she say she had been disfigured?
After being stunned for several seconds, she slowly wiped off the powder on her face.
Smooth white and perfect.
"this……"
She was shocked, she was stunned, she couldn't believe it: "What's going on?"
"Of course it's my wonderful hands that have rejuvenated."
Ye Fan laughed heartily, then took out a bottle of ointment without a label.
"In the past few days, I will expel poison and cure your injuries. I also racked my brains to prepare a bottle of scar removal and repair plaster."
"It is very useful for people who have just burned cuts and works better than plastic surgeon surgery."
"Of course, in addition to the effect of ointment, your current situation also has medical reasons."
"But this ointment has always been a great hero. Its level is eight stars, which is two stars higher than the market ointment."
"I am going to call this ointment Qingyi Wuxia. I always need to repay you for your sacrifice for me."
"Shame and beautify the flowers, stop bleeding from the beauty, and remove scars from the blue clothes."
"I have asked Han Ziqi to set up a company that specializes in selling Qingyi Wuxia, and you will always enjoy 30% of the profit."
Ye Fan put the ointment in Yuan Qingyi's hand: "This is what I can do for you..."
"Mr. Ye!"
Yuan Qingyi was moved when she held the ointment.
She didn't care about money, but she was happy that Ye Fan's intention was another recognition of her.
She wanted to say something else but was stopped by Ye Fan.
"Don't say anything grateful, you and I don't care about this anymore."
Ye Fan smiled: "The most urgent task is to take a good rest for a few days. If you have good health, it is more important than anything else."
"clear!"
Yuan Qingyi nodded slightly, then remembered something: "Young Master Ye, if the hill explodes, it's a game in the middle..."
She has recovered from sane, and can not only realize the situation in the hills, but also think of Murong Wuxin's sniper.
"Don't think about these things, Hongyan will come here today."