After killing Murong Feixiong, Ye Fan rescued Xue Ruyi and the others and treated them immediately.
He didn't care about Murong Sanqian's anger at all. He had bloodbathed more than a hundred law enforcement hall disciples, and there was no room for reconciliation between the two sides.
As for how the Martial Alliance Elders will judge in the future, and what Jiu Qiansui's attitude will be, Ye Fan has not considered any of it.
After the treatment, Ye Fan transferred Jiang's masters to guard the Nanling Martial Arts League, and entrusted Zhu Jing'er to protect Wang Dongshan and Huang Tianjiao.
Then, Ye Fan made another preparation.
He asked Shen Dongxing to send Miao Fenglang back to Shiwandashan. Firstly, he wanted to avoid being liquidated after losing the battle. Secondly, he hoped to use Miao Fenglang to lay out the plan for Shiwandashan.
Then, Ye Fan arranged for the Tang family sisters to fly back to Longdu overnight. Ye Wujiu, Shen Biqin and Su Xier went to the Song family to stay temporarily, and Zhong Tianshi also traveled around for training.
Tang Ruoxue and the others were unwilling to leave at first and wanted to face the decisive battle with Ye Fan, but Ye Fan insisted that they follow the arrangement.
Without worries, Ye Fan can let go and fight.
Ye Wujiu and the others could only disperse one after another in the end.
As for Dugu Shang, Ye Fan made no arrangements for him. He knew in his heart that no matter how he arranged it, he would never leave him.
“What a great night.”
After sending his parents away, Ye Fan sat in the pavilion of Feilong Villa, brewed a pot of tea and drank it, enjoying the tranquility before the war.
"How can a good time and beautiful scenery be without a beautiful woman?"
At this time, a fragrant wind blew from behind, and then a fragrant person hugged Ye Fan from behind.
Ye Fan turned his head and looked, and a peerless face came into view, with a beautiful smile, full of affection, and delicate red lips, which showed a fatal temptation.
"How did you come?"
Feeling Song Hongyan's hot breath, Ye Fan chuckled and said: "A heavy rain is coming. It's better not to run around."
"You are going to have a life-or-death battle tomorrow. It would be heartless of me not to come see you."
Song Hongyan gently hugged Ye Fan and rubbed his ears with her pretty face: "Don't forget, you are the little man I raised."
The woman tonight is wearing a Chanel silk dress, white and clear makeup, and her hair is styled gently and peacefully, just like a fairy who has fallen into the world.
Full of charm.
Ye Fan joked: "Why, you are worried that I will lose tomorrow and die in Wutong Mountain, so you want to take a last look at me?"
Perhaps it was unpredictable whether he would live or die tomorrow, so Ye Fan did not avoid Song Hongyan tonight, and squinted his eyes to enjoy her tenderness.
"Don't talk about death."
Before Ye Fan could finish speaking, Song Hongyan covered Ye Fan's mouth with her small hands and spoke with a hint of resentment in her eyes:
"You will definitely win tomorrow."
"You must win too. If you die, I will die with you."
She bit Ye Fan on the shoulder angrily:
"For me, you must survive, you must be responsible for my life and life."
Ye Fan felt a little pain and pinched the woman's mouth: "She is a dog, she bites so hard."
"I will leave you a mark so that you can remind yourself tomorrow that you must defeat Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru."
Song Hongyan turned to Ye Fan and hummed: "Otherwise I will die for my love."
Ye Fan's heart softened, he knew that the woman loved him.
He reached out and touched the woman's pretty face: "Don't worry, I will survive."
"You killed Murong Feixiong. Murong Sanqian was very angry. Half an hour ago, a group of experts gathered together and prepared to fly to Nanling tomorrow to watch the battle."
After a few jokes, Song Hongyan changed the subject:
"Tomorrow, if you die in the hands of Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru, he will crush your bones into ashes and eradicate Wang Dongshan and the others."
"If you are lucky enough to survive Miyamoto, they will surround you and kill you on the spot."
"In short, Murong Sanqian is determined to let you die in Wutong Mountain. I came here to remind you to be careful of Murong Sanqian's plot."
She told Ye Fan what she knew, and then picked up Ye Fan's tea cup and took a sip. Her moist red lips were even more shiny and attractive.
"I have put Murong Sanqian on the death list."
There was a hint of joking in the corner of Ye Fan's mouth: "He and I are just like Miyamoto, one of us will die, and I will not be plotted by him."
"Tomorrow, in addition to Murong Sanqian and his group of people representing the Martial Alliance, there will also be two observation groups from China and Yangguo, with about twenty people."
Song Hongyan continued to speak: "The team on the Shenzhou side is led by Lu Qing, who represents the five major families, and the team on the Yangguo side is led by Yamamoto Jiro."
"You can be considered a spectator, but also a witness."
She added: "With so many people at the scene, Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru will not do any tricks."
"He has the advantage and thinks he can crush me to death with one hand, so he won't play dirty tricks."
Ye Fan smiled, and then asked: "Who are Lu Qing and Yamamoto Jiro?"
"Jiro Yamamoto is the elder of the Yang Kingdom Martial Alliance. He is fifty years old. He is highly respected, but his skills are average. He is at the peak of the Mysterious Realm."
Song Hongyan explained to Ye Fan: "Lu Qing, the vice president of the China Martial Arts Association, has been dealing with the secular martial arts alliance and the hidden mountain gate all year round."
"She doesn't have any real power, but she still has a very wide network of contacts. She often interacts with the five major families, so she is also a famous lady in Longdu."
"By the way, you have dealt with her cousin."
She remembered something: "Yuan Hua."
"Yuan Hua?"
Ye Fan was slightly surprised. Thinking of the woman beside Wang Qiaochu, he picked up the tea and took a sip:
"It turns out she is Yuan Hua's cousin. It seems that the battle tomorrow will be very interesting."
He and Wang Qiaochu had such a quarrel, Lu Qing would definitely be hostile to him.
"If you can win this battle, I can consider going small."
Song Hongyan looked at Ye Fan and smiled sweetly: "I will let Tang Ruoxue be the main palace, and I won't compete with her, and I won't let you be in a dilemma."
Ye Fan almost spit out his tea: "What are you talking about?"
"It's nothing, I just don't want to lose you."
Song Hongyan's pretty face had a hint of loneliness, she hugged Ye Fan's neck and nestled in her arms: "You will never know how important you are to me."
When they first met at Fenglingdukou and met Yang Guo, she was in love with him for the rest of her life. Wasn't it possible that she was moved by Ye Fan when she saw him?
Ye Fan looked apologetic: "I'm sorry for you."
He knew Song Hongyan's affection for him, and he also wanted to repay Song Hongyan's kindness and dedication to him regardless of whether they were together.
But the shadow of Tang Ruoxue was always engraved in his heart, which prevented him from investing all his emotions in Song Hongyan.
After leaving Song Hongyan, Ye Fan knew in his heart that even if he could be cruel, Song Hongyan would not give up and would even take drastic actions.
"There is no need to apologize between us, and I have never resented you at all."
"You don't need to be responsible for me, and you don't need to feel guilty about me. I just hope you won't drive me away and let me leave a little place in your heart."
Song Hongyan was very frank and sincere, not giving Ye Fan the slightest chance to slip away: "I'm very happy to be able to see you from time to time."
Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "Thank you."
"Ye Fan, we will fight tomorrow. Although I hope you will win, neither you nor I can predict the outcome."
Song Hongyan narrowed her starry eyes, climbed onto Ye Fan's lap, put her jade hands around Ye Fan's neck, her face was full of charm, and she exhaled like orchid and said:
"You want me."
Ye Fan looked at the woman's flaming red lips so close, and his heart couldn't help but tighten. However, he forced himself to suppress the flames in his heart.
