The sky was completely dark, like a thick ink that could not be melted!
Although the Tangmen courtyard has returned to peace, everyone is busy doing their own jobs.
A group of five elite troops arrived in West China, but the guards could not even fly in.
Not only are there heavy troops guarding all entrances and exits of Tangmen Courtyard, but even the outer guard posts are spread five kilometers away!
The variable of the ugly old man had a great impact on Zheng Qiankun and the others.
Especially after Ye Fan was injured, they became more afraid of the ugly old man's strength.
Five people were worried that the ugly old man would kill one of the horses and shoot back, so they transferred a lot of good guys and gunmen to guard them.
The five major chess pieces naturally penetrated every corner of West China.
Yuan Qingyi also took the Wumeng children to scatter near Ye Fan's bedroom.
She glanced at everyone close to the room intentionally or unintentionally.
Although Ye Fan went to the train station to pick up Tang Pingfan in an unexpected situation, Yuan Qingyi still felt guilty that he did not protect Ye Fan.
For a moment, the West China was in chaos.
At this time, Ye Fan was sitting on the bed.
Although his injuries were not mild, after half a day of rest and self-treatment, his entire body recovered by 80%.
It was just the surging power of the left hand that made him frown from time to time.
The left arm in the past did not have much presence, and it was not even as flexible as the right arm, but today it seems like the awakened sea.
He felt a power that was not very controlled.
Ye Fan had the crazy idea of exploding everything at any time.
He tried hard to suppress it before he could barely calm down.
At the same time, Ye Fan also figured it out a little.
The ugly old man didn't want to let him go, and Thunder punched him to stop.
Instead, the power he punched was swallowed by his left arm.
His left arm was like a deep sea, not only absorbing Ye Fan's skills, but also digesting the power of his opponent.
Ye Fan didn't know if the ugly old man had lost his skills, but he knew that his left arm was a little stronger.
Although he had not figured out what the meaning of devouring power in his left arm was, he had already known that it could be used to fight against powerful opponents.
"Wake up? Just in time for supper."
At this moment, Song Hongyan pushed open the door and walked in with a calm smile on her face.
After worrying and shock, she always presents the best side to Ye Fan.
She smiled and mentioned a snack box, which was full of light food!
The woman gently placed a few plates of side dishes in front of him, and then scooped him a bowl of thick rice porridge, and chuckled:
"Come on! Eat all these meals!"
"Do you know what your body is like? Joints are damaged, physical overdrawn, and internal organs are damaged."
"Why don't you take good care of yourself?"
Song Hongyan scolded her quite blamely and delivered the spoon to Ye Fan's mouth!
Ye Fan sipped in a sip of fragrant rice porridge, chewed it and swallowed it into his stomach, and then pretended to be relaxed:
"Is it that scary?"
"Although I was shocked by the ugly old man, the situation is still controllable."
Ye Fan comforted: "So don't listen to the doctors' nonsense!"
Song Hongyan glared at Ye Fan with her eyes and replied with a grudge: "How can you feel like that ugly old man's punch?"
"Yuan Huihuang and Murong Wuqing are still lying down now."
"Didn't you promise me to take care of myself? Didn't you promise me that I wouldn't take risks easily?"
"How did you almost turn yourself in to pick me up at the train station?"
She couldn't help pinching Ye Fan's waist: "They weren't coming to you, they just ran away when they saw that the situation was not good."
Even if Ye Fan wants to protect Tang Pingfan, Song Hongyan hopes that Ye Fan will be safe and sound.
Seeing the careless look that the woman could not hide, Ye Fan felt a little guilty flashed through his heart.
"Hongyan, I'm sorry! It's all my fault, which makes you worried."
"Don't worry, I promise not to be a hero next time. I will run away immediately if there is something wrong!"
Ye Fan held the woman's hand and smiled: "Of course, if you and Xixi were in trouble, I wouldn't run away even if I beat you to death."
Women are always soft but not hard. After Ye Fan admits his mistake by retreating, Song Hongyan opens Ye Fan's hand.
Then she fed a mouthful of porridge into Ye Fan's mouth, and her tone became eased:
"Actually, I know your personality."
"Don't say that Tang Pingfan is my father, even if he is an outsider, you won't watch him be killed by the Yang people,"
She was very entangled: "But when I saw your injury... I couldn't stop being afraid!"
The cable car in Port City jumped, which made her extremely afraid of losing Ye Fan.
Ye Fan chuckled again and said, "It's okay! At least I'm still alive now!"
"And with your care, I will recover soon!"
He showed confidence: "At most one night, I will be full of energy."
Song Hongyan snorted: "I don't believe it."
"It's really okay, look, strong people can kill a cow."
Ye Fan continued to coax the woman, and then asked: "You are here, where is Xixi?"
Song Hongyan pointed her finger outside: "I'm swinging in the yard."
"I was going to come in to see you, but I was worried that you would scare her by vomiting blood, so I told her to come back later."
Her voice softened: "Xixi heard that you were injured and unconscious, and kept shouting that she wanted to sing to you the worm flying."
Ye Fan smiled gently: "What a good daughter, no, there is still a good woman."
With these sweet words, Song Hongyan dissipated the remaining anger.
Her family feeds Ye Fan a jasper, and occasionally blows away a little heat.
There is only one man in this world who can let her Song Hongyan feed her porridge!
Maybe he was really hungry, Ye Fan swept away half a pot of rice porridge and three side dishes like a wind blowing away the clouds.
People are always more energetic when they are full, so after Ye Fan wipes his mouth with a tissue, he asked Song Hongyan:
"By the way! What's going on outside?"
"Did Tang Pingfan go back?"
He asked, "Is there any message about the ugly old man?"
"It's a mess, but it's still under the control of the Tang Sect."
Song Hongyan obviously guessed that Ye Fan would ask about the situation, so she responded without hesitation when she did her homework:
"Tang Pingfan did not return to Longdu."
"One is that West China is in chaos now, and it will be dangerous for him to go back at this time."
"The second is that his identity and status were attacked by a few kids and ran back, and his old face was unstoppable."
"The ugly old man has no news, and the spies who scattered him did not capture his whereabouts."
"But Tangmen Courtyard has started its first-level combat readiness."
"The elites of the five major players have also entered!"
"It's not easy for him to kill in."
She took out a tissue and wiped Ye Fan gently the corner of her mouth: "It's just that his identity is a mystery."
"His strength and fighting spirit can easily make people think that he is Tianzang."
"But the Tianzang information we have is not in line with him at all."
"And the masters of the Heaven Realm should not be so low-level. They will destroy their appearance and come to attack you."
"The strong man in the heavenly realm emphasizes that one person fights one country, and his battles are upright and famous all over the world."
"But I have already copied his information and portraits to Qin Wuji."
"He knows Yang Guo well and see if there are any clues about the ugly old man."
Song Hongyan's fingers fell on Ye Fan's face, and her eyes became a little worried: "It's just that you have to be careful during this period."
"Don't worry, I can take good care of myself."
Ye Fan changed his tone: "The funeral is still held?"
"That's right!"
Song Hongyan nodded gently: "But Tang Pingfan was a day ahead of schedule and was buried at noon tomorrow."
"After the burial, they will go to Longdu overnight."
She added: "This is not fear, but their preparation for revenge on Yangguo."
Ye Fan was slightly surprised: "Will you be buried tomorrow?"
"He wants to disrupt the enemy's rhythm."
Song Hongyan turned her head outside: "Tomorrow, Feilai Peak will probably flow into a river of blood again."
"No matter how much blood is, I won't let it splash on you."
Ye Fan squeezed the delicate chin and kissed the lips!
The storm is in turmoil and cannot stop the man's iron-blooded tenderness...