"Step--" When the Wolf Kingdom Palace was in chaos, Ye Fan, who stabilized Sissi's injury, appeared in Shentu Garden.
Tied behind his back was Sissi, who was wrapped in a raincoat and sleeping.
How did Sissi lose her eyes? How did Ye Fan get them back?
He would never let Sissi not see her forever.
And he had to complete the transplant at the golden hour before dawn.
"Boom -" When a thunder exploded in the night sky, Ye Fan also walked to the main road of Shentu Garden.
He was covered with knives.
There seems to be no one here, but in fact it is heavily guarded and there are countless eyes like wolves and tigers in the dark.
The appearance of Ye Fan with fluttering white hair seemed extremely abrupt and eye-catching on this rainy night.
"This is Shentu Garden!"
A strong man in black soon appeared in front and yelled: "Who is that?"
Ye Fan kept walking forward slowly: "Bloodbath the people of the Shentu family."
At the same time, the black clothes on his body shook slightly.
The countless falling raindrops were bounced into fine gouache, like misty fog or blown steam.
What a strong momentum.
The handsome man in black's face changed drastically as he touched his waist and was hit by a gun: "Stop!"
At the same time, a large number of wolf soldiers emerged from both sides, all holding guns in their hands.
The black gun pointed at Ye Fan.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"
Ye Fan roared: "Kill!"
At the same time, he straightened his body and the four swords pierced the air with a clang.
Great work of sword light.
"Ah -" Before the Shentu gunmen and others could pull the trigger, four knives flashed through the night.
Fast and cruel, with overwhelming killing intent.
The faces of the strong man in black and a dozen wolf soldiers changed drastically, and they subconsciously tried to avoid them, but it was already too late.
There was a flash of sword light, a pain in their bodies, and their movements stopped instantly.
Then countless streams of blood rushed to the sky.
The next second, bang bang bang, more than a dozen people were broken into two pieces and fell to the ground.
Each and every one of them died with their eyes open.
"Whoosh!"
Ye Fan didn't take another look and shot with another knife.
The howl of the knife was shrill.
Directly shoot the six Shentu masters who rushed over after hearing the noise.
Fast and fierce.
The six people had no time to resist or evade.
They could only watch as the saber whirled around their necks and then shot through the door with a bang.
The six people screamed and fell to the ground, twitching twice and then dying.
The sword struck six people, and the faces of the enemies who rushed over became solemn.
They have never seen such an arrogant person, nor have they ever seen such a powerful person.
"Hoo--" There was no sound of Ye Fan's breathing or shouting on the rainy night, but the enemy seemed to hear Ye Fan's breath.
Ye Fan didn't make any move, but focused the surrounding light and eyes on himself.
He drew out another knife with his backhand.
The light of the sword shocked everyone's eyes.
At this time, a silver-haired old man walked out of the door. His hair was meticulously combed and his body leaned forward slightly.
While wearing a pair of iron gloves, he looked at Ye Fan and said indifferently: "Young man, I am the steward of Shentu, and I am also a quasi-terrestrial master."
"It's not very wise or very good for you to come here and act wild like this."
"In the past thirty years, you are the first to offend the Shentu family, and I also believe that you will be the last -" "You are very powerful, but it is a pity that you don't know what others say."
Polite but condescending.
Ye Fan roared: "Where are my daughter's eyes?"
"Eye?
Your daughter?
Oh, are you that girl’s father?”
Butler Shentu obviously knew about the transplant, and he became more relaxed afterwards.
He thought it was the remnants of the Shentu family's sworn enemies seeking revenge, but it turned out to be just the anger of the father of an unknown little girl.
Impotent anger.
"I'm sorry, the old lady used your daughter's eyes."
"It's just that some things are meant to be."
"It's happened, it can't go back."
"Knowing that your daughter has lost her eyes, you should relax and accept the reality instead of being blinded by hatred and pain."
"Hate is like a poisonous snake. Once you have it in your heart, it will make you lose control."
"Isn't it better to accept the cruel reality, keep a normal mind, and accompany your daughter to grow up slowly than the incompetent anger you came here with?"
"The road to Shentu Garden is a road of no return. Once you step on it, you can never look back."
"You even left your daughter's life here."
Butler Shentu clasped his hands together and said piously: "We only took your daughter's eyes, but you took your daughter's life."
"Shameless people, all go to hell."
Ye Fan laughed wildly, suddenly stamped his feet, and ejaculated out of his body.
In an instant, the neck of an enemy holding a gun was instantly pierced by the tip of the knife.
The next moment, the sword light was like a lightning flash.
More than a dozen enemies with hot weapons were shot at their heads, and blood sprayed like a fountain. Ye Fan only had one thought in his mind now, which was to kill all the enemies and take back his eyes.
Whoever dares to stand in the way will die! The sword flashes, and the enemy keeps falling and dying miserably, fast and urgent.
"Stand back, guard the door, and prepare to shoot!"
Butler Shentu and the others never thought that Ye Fan would take action without saying anything.
He roared angrily: "Shoot him to death!"
The Shentu elite instinctively retreated five to six meters to guard the Shentu gate.
At the same time, nearly a hundred people raised their swords and guns, preparing to stabilize their position and kill Ye Fan.
"Bang -" Before they could get into formation, Ye Fan crashed into them like a cannonball.
Swallowing mountains and rivers with anger.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, the eight Shentu guards were rushed away like paper dummies.
Then Ye Fan spun around and the sword flashed.
The bodies of more than ten people around him were shaken, and then they fell to the ground with blood splattered from their throats.
Ye Fan didn't stop for a moment, turned sideways and bumped into the crowd behind him again.
Four knives stabbed Sissi in his back, and Ye Fan cut off their weapons with a backhand knife.
Then he kicked out.
"Bang, bang, bang—" More than a dozen enemies were kicked out and rushed into the air, and the sound of their own bones was heard in their ears.
When they fell, red blood poured out of everyone's mouths, and their limbs were helplessly spread out and allowed to wash away in the rain.
The silver-haired old man could not see that they were dead, he only knew that they all died with their eyes open.
With just three charges, the entire defense line at the entrance collapsed.
The Shentu gunmen wanted to shoot randomly, but they saw Ye Fan broke his saber and countless fragments sank into their throats.
Blood flew in the wind, chilling the hearts of countless enemies.
Ye Fan never stopped.
Step by step, neither light nor heavy, but irritating people's eardrums. After several sword flashes, there were several more corpses around Ye Fan.
Soon, the silver-haired old man was left at the door. He was shocked and angry: "Who are you?"
He originally thought he was an ignorant boy running wild, but he didn't expect it to kill a group of wolf soldiers in an instant.
"Whoosh -" Ye Fan flicked his wrist and stabbed out with a knife.
The silver-haired old man's face changed drastically, he waved his hands to resist and backed away.
However, he fired thirteen moves in one breath and blocked thirteen knives, but he still could not suppress the tip of Ye Fan's knife.
When his back hit the pillar with a bang, Ye Fan's saber was also pressed against his throat.
The breath of death instantly enveloped him.
"Whoosh!"
Almost at the same moment, a flying sword flashed out of the garden and hit Ye Fan's throat.
There was also a voice with a smoky voice in the night sky: "Save one under the knife."
"when!"
Ye Fan slapped his backhand, and the flying sword shattered with a snap.
The door opened with a clang.
A tall, delicate woman wearing a trench coat appeared with a large number of people.
Her pretty face is cold and arrogant, her appearance is graceful and noble, her gestures are full of charm.
The high-heeled shoes clicked hard, giving off an aggressive and domineering look.
Shentu is like a flower.
The silver-haired butler felt relieved and broke into a cold sweat. He had escaped death.
An intoxicating fragrance came from the dark night.
Ye Fan tilted his head.
Shen Tu Ruohua stared at Ye Fan sharply: "Who are you?"
“Good—luck!
"Ye Fan said softly, then the tip of the knife flickered, piercing the throat of Butler Shentu...
