Aunt Qing ignored Tang Ruoxue's pleas, knocked her unconscious with one palm, and quickly put her into the car and sent her to Cihangzhai.
As for Ye Fan's life and death, she couldn't control that much.
Moreover, the little nun in gray was also provoked by Ye Fan, so Ye Fan must bear the corresponding responsibility.
So she only left two Tang syndrome bodyguards to take care of Ye Fan and follow his instructions.
Ye Fan didn't care, endured the pain, and applied red and white medicine to stop the bleeding.
Then he took out his cell phone and made a call.
Just after the phone call, he felt a little dizzy and took another look at the wound.
Uncle, he found that the wound actually contained toxin.
There is no doubt that Aunt Qing's dagger was smeared with poison.
Fortunately, Ye Fan took the Seven-Star Antidote Pill when he rushed through the poisonous smoke of the little nun in gray, otherwise he might have capsized in the gutter today.
Even so, the pain and toxins from the three swords still brought about drowsiness.
"This old woman really doesn't do anything serious. She threw a poisonous dagger at herself without even reminding herself."
Ye Fan wrote down Aunt Qing's account, and sooner or later he would ask her to get it back tenfold.
"Mr. Ye, should I take you to the hospital now, or somewhere else?"
A Tang syndrome bodyguard looked at Ye Fan who was covered in blood and asked: "Do you need us to do anything?"
Another bodyguard of Tang's family also nodded and said: "Yes, if there is anything, you can give me orders. If nothing happens, then we will go to Mr. Tang."
Although the blood on Ye Fan's body was scary, his expression seemed to be fine. He was able to treat Tang Ruoxue just now, which made them think that Ye Fan was only slightly injured.
They just wanted to finish serving Ye Fan quickly and go back to protect Tang Ruoxue.
While Ye Fan pinched out a silver needle to save himself and detoxify, he told the two bodyguards of Tang syndrome: "Go and get the body..."
"Woo——"
Just when Ye Fan wanted them to put away the body of the nun in gray, several luxury cars roared over from the end of the mountain road.
The car rushed dozens of meters away from Ye Fan and the others, then braked and stopped, then roared back and backed up.
When Ye Fan squinted his eyes, the car door banged open, and a dozen men and women and bodyguards in black came out.
Then, a feminine young man in black rushed out in a hurry.
He glanced at the audience, then focused on Ye Fan and shouted:
"Brother, brother, it's really you. I feel like it's you."
His tone was very urgent: "What's wrong with you? Are you injured?"
Ye Fan, who was holding the silver needle, looked up and saw Ye Xiaoying running over in a hurry.
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched instantly, and he quickly gave himself three injections, not to detoxify, but to condense his own energy.
"Go away, Ye Fan is my brother, don't block the way."
Two Tang syndrome bodyguards tried to stop them, but Ye Xiaoying pushed them away without mercy.
Ye Xiaoying rushed to Ye Fan's side and said anxiously:
"Brother, I heard someone shouting that someone is killing people here, so I ran over to take a look."
"I didn't expect it was you!"
"Are you hurt?"
"Is the injury serious?"
He looked concerned and indescribably anxious.
He didn't ask who wanted to kill Ye Fan, nor did he look at the body of the nun in gray not far away. He just stared at the injuries on Ye Fan and asked questions.
People who don't know, really think that he and Ye Fan are brothers.
"Is it Xiaoying? We haven't seen you for half a year, and you have grown up and become handsome again. You are willing to accept me, the abandoned son of the Ye family, as your older brother. You have grown up."
There was no trace of panic or vigilance on Ye Fan's face, but a gentle smile:
"A killer who caused trouble in Cihangzhai ran out, and I bravely rushed over to pursue him."
"This killer is so cunning. I accidentally hit her with a knife, but it didn't hurt any vital parts. It's nothing serious."
"On the contrary, the killer was shot to death by me."
Ye Fanfeng said calmly: "I'm fine. I'll handle the scene and then go back. If you have anything to do, just go and do it."
"Brother, what do you mean? Although you don't recognize the Ye family, the blood of the Ye family is always flowing in your body."
Ye Xiaoying looked at Ye Fan who was covered in blood and said with a straight face:
"You will be my brother for the rest of your life."
"And you broke my arm last time and made me realize it. I am deeply grateful to you. I have already treated you like my brother."
"In short, whether you recognize the Ye family or not, I will respect you like my own brother."
"So now that you are being attacked and injured, how can I, my younger brother, ignore you and walk away?"
"If I did that, not only would my parents scold me for being cold-blooded, but I myself would not be able to overcome my conscience."
Ye Xiaoying stretched out his hand to touch Ye Fan's injury: "Come, show me the injury to my brother and see if it's serious or not."
"No, no, no matter how much blood there is, it's actually just a little skin injury."
Ye Fan smiled and held his hand: "You don't have to look, so as not to dirty your 'Versace' clothes. This is a new model, costing hundreds of thousands."
"No matter how expensive the clothes are, they are not as important as my injury or my life."
Ye Xiaoying was very angry: "Brother, are you treating me as an outsider, or are you worried that I will suddenly attack you?"
"You don't trust your brother too much. We are a family, brothers who have broken bones but still have their tendons connected."
Ye Xiaoying was very aggrieved.
Ye Fan squinted his eyes and looked ahead: "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just a small injury, no need to make a fuss..."
"Yeah, brother, the blood in your wound is a little blue, which is a sign of poisoning."
Ye Xiaoying suddenly screamed: "I'm afraid your knife wound is poisonous."
"Brother, my mother is from the Lin family in western Sichuan. They are a family of hidden weapons. She has some basic skills in dealing with wounds and poisons."
"Let my brother take a look quickly and give me a chance to help."
Ye Xiaoying went directly to check Ye Fan's injuries.
Ye Fan held his hand again:
"You saw it wrong. Where is the poison? It's really poisonous. How can I still stand and talk to you?"
"Okay, leave me alone and do your own thing."
"I'm going to take care of my tail too."
Ye Fan tilted his head slightly to the two Tang syndrome bodyguards to signal them to pull away from Ye Xiaoying.
It's just that the two Tang syndrome bodyguards couldn't understand Ye Fan's meaning at all. When they saw Ye Fan tilting his head to indicate, they ran over immediately:
"Master Ye, your brother and the others are here. Do you not need us here anymore?"
They said respectfully: "Then we will go to Mr. Tang first. Please be careful."
Before Ye Fan could speak, Ye Xiaoying waved his hands:
"Gungungun, as long as I have a younger brother here, I don't need trash like you. You can't even protect my brother."
When the two Tang syndrome bodyguards saw Ye Xiaoying scolding him, they looked unhappy and stopped interfering. They turned around and drove away in their car.
"Brother, you can't hide your illness and avoid medical treatment. You must be poisoned. It doesn't matter if you don't believe in my brother's medical skills. I'll take you to the hospital."
As soon as the two Tang's bodyguards left, Ye Xiaoying waved his left hand and shouted to the crowd of friends:
"I can never watch you try and harm yourself."
"Even if you punish your brother afterwards, he will offend you once today."
He gave an order: "Everyone, come quickly and help carry my brother to the hospital for treatment."
More than a dozen friends immediately rushed over and pulled Ye Fan to carry him into the car.
"Whoosh——"
Just when Ye Fan's eyes were cold and he was about to sweep them away, he saw a white shadow falling from the sky.
Concubine Shi fell into the crowd, and with a wave of her sleeves, a dozen of her friends flew out.
Then he swept with his left hand and knocked Ye Xiaoying back two or three meters.
Ye Xiaoying's expression changed, and then he squeezed out a smile:
"I've seen the saint!"
He stepped forward again and said: "My brother is injured and poisoned. I am about to take my brother to Cihangzhai for treatment!"
"Bang--"
The concubine waved her sleeves again, and at the same time her eyes turned cold.
"Whoosh!"
Ye Xiaoying not only stopped moving forward, but his face changed slightly, and his upright body subconsciously arched.
Concubine Shi's glance made Ye Xiaoying feel a killing intent that had been immersed in cruelty and ruthlessness for thousands of years.
It felt as if a sharp sword was pressed under his fragile throat, which could pierce him at any time and kill him instantly.
Therefore, Ye Xiaoying reacted instinctively.
None of the gangsters dared to cross the border in the slightest.
Ye Xiaoying squeezed out a smile: "Holy girl, if men and women don't have sex, I'd rather send my brother off..."
"roll!"
Concubine Shi kicked Ye Xiaoying away, then hugged Ye Fan and disappeared quickly.
Looking at the backs of Concubine Shi and Ye Fan, the corner of Ye Xiaoying's lips twitched several times as he fell to the ground, and finally he gritted his teeth and hid the arrow in his sleeve.
He took out his mobile phone and took a photo of their backs, then sent it to Ye Forbidden City...
