Zhao Siqi was not dead, but he was seriously injured and coma. He was sent to the hospital for rescue as soon as possible.
After some surgery rescue, Zhao Siqi broke away from the danger of life, but the nerves were damaged.
Her accident was insignificant than the abandonment of Chen Qianshan, and it did not cause any storm in the huge sea.
Ye Fei ignored her life and death. After leaving Baihua Group, he went straight to Feihu Villa.
Feihu Villa swept the desertedness of the past, bright lights, and luxury cars like clouds.
Obviously, Shen Qianshan's abolition has caused the martial arts to dark waves.
Ye Fei saw Huang Feihu at first glance.
He was standing in front of a tiger out of the mountain map.
Huang Feihu is still old, with long hands and feet, black and red cheeks, he has not changed, and he has not changed at all.
There seems to be no one in the world, and nothing can change him.
He stood there, standing straight, as if a javelin was stuck on the ground.
The soft light looked at his face, making the wrinkles on his face look darker, but his eyes were still as sharp.
But when he saw Ye Fei, in these cold and sharp eyes, he was immediately full of warmth.
"Ye Fei, here you go."
Huang Feihu laughed loudly, and opened his arms to greet him.
"Brother, I've caused you trouble."
Ye Fei also walked up, had a hug, and then apologized: "I will take responsibility for the matter of Shen Qianshan."
"shit!"
Hearing Ye Fei's sentence, Huang Feihu, who played two walnuts, stared at his eyes, and he was polite to shoot Ye Fei's head and reprimanded: "What trouble?
For my elder brother, there is never the word "trouble"."
"Don't just kill Chen Qianshan, even if you punch him, you won't be in trouble."
"That's because he's not as skilled as others."
Huang Feihu didn't take the matter of Chen Qianshan seriously at all: "If you want to say there is trouble, it is also trouble for Chen Qianshan, and the Nanling Martial Arts Alliance."
"Old guys have been crossing for decades, how many people have provoked?
How many people do the disabled?
How many people have been killed? "
"Now that martial arts are lost, he doesn't want to deal with the enemy, and he is troubled by you, waiting to destroy the door?"
Ye Fei stunned for a while, and then shouted that ginger was still old. These words were completely bloody.
Although he was facing the brutal revenge of Shen Qianshan, isn't Shen Qianshan who lost his force facing danger?
However, he still apologized to Huang Feihu: "In addition to Chen Qianshan's revenge, there is also pressure from the headquarters of the Wu League."
"No matter how sinful Shen Qianshan, he has always been president of Nanling Martial Arts. I abolished him like this, which is equivalent to playing the face of the veteran Pavilion of the Martial Arts League."
"And I forced Shen Qianshan to yield, it is the big brother, you give me a dog stick."
Ye Fei saw it very much: "They will definitely pressure the elder brother."
"What are they so good?"
Huang Feihu stepped forward, and smiled at Ye Fei Fei's shoulder: "The dog stick is given to me by the president.
"You use it to deceive the male and female Shen Qianshan. There is nothing wrong with it, and there is nothing to blame the old Pavilion."
"If you don't use the dog beater, can you use it for worship?"
"It seems a little bit serious if I abandon the Dantian of Qianshan, but it is also normal for me. I will do it the same as me."
"Otherwise waiting for him to retaliate secretly?"
"Just kidding, he is a master of Xuanjing Xiaocheng.
"So you don't need to worry at all, brother."
"As long as you go in and out of careful, avoid Shen Qianshan's death loyalty, especially his first tallest apprentice Xue Ruyi starts."
"The rest of the veteran Pavilion of the Martial Arts, my brother can settle easily."
"Here, no matter how big it is, it is not a matter."
A major event involving the nerves of all parties in the martial arts seemed to be lightly described in Huang Feihu's mouth, as if Shen Qianshan and the veteran Pavilion were not worth mentioning.
"Brother, thank you."
Ye Fei smiled and followed Huang Feihu forward: "I feel at ease with you."
He originally wanted to say that if Huang Feihu couldn't stand it, he would let him solve it himself, but he was worried that by saying this, Huang Feihu would become more stubborn to the end.
"Heart peace."
Huang Feihu laughed: "Don't talk about these bad things, go, go to the back garden, see me playing a set of flying tigers."
"Then stay to eat with me."
His finger Huang Xuanwu: "Xuanwu, make a roast whole sheep, tonight I will not be drunk with the older brother Ye."
Huang Xuanwu respectfully replied: "Understand."
Three hours later, Ye Fei was full of rice. Huang Feihu looked at the lambs with only skeleton, pinching half a cup of Moutai in front of Moutai and drank.
The night sky is full of wine.
Huang Xuanwu, who was delivered to Ye Fei, walked over and handed Huang Feihu a cup of tea that had just been made.
Huang Feihu took a sip, and then looked at the gloomy night sky: "Brother Ye went back?"
Huang Xuanwu nodded softly: "Go back."
"Give Suzaku a instruction, let her take someone to Nanling in person, and stare at the Nanling Martial Arts League."
Huang Feihu issued two instructions: "Let the white tiger call eighteen masters, and protect Ye Fei's safety all over the weather."
Huang Xuanwu respectfully respected: "Understand, I will arrange it later."
Then he hesitated: "Master, do you really want to carry this basket for Ye Fei?"
When the backbone of several martial arts not far away heard this, they also looked up and looked at Huang Feihu.
"nonsense!"
Huang Feihu's voice sank: "One day is a brother, one life is a brother. Besides, he has saved my life."
"I don't protect him, who protects him?"
"And I am also doing this for the sake of Chen Qianshan, once I am completely calm and firm.
Huang Xuanwu's body shook: "I understand."
Several backbones of the Martial Alliance looked respectful. This was their president and their backbone. No matter how difficult the difficulties were, he would not abandon his own people.
"Ding--" At this moment, Huang Xuanwu's mobile phone shook, the ringtone pierced the quiet night, and Huang Feihu jumped their eyelids.
Huang Xuanwu busy picked up his mobile phone to answer.
After a moment, his wrist trembled and his cell phone landed on the ground.
Huang Feihu spoke indifferently: "What happened?"
Huang Xuanwu's face was pale: "Shen Qianshan was killed" simple sentence, not only made a few people silent, but even the night wind seemed to die.
The flames of the barbecue lamb were clattering, and the flames were still flashing with the solemn expressions of everyone.
Only Huang Feihu was still calm. He pinched the teacup in front of him, drank a sip and said, "The wind is coming from Zhonghai."