Seeing the coffee table breaking, Ye Fan shuddered and rushed over to examine it.
He found that the cutout of the coffee table was extremely smooth and flat, as if it was cut into laser.
If it weren't for the only one in the room, Ye Fan wouldn't believe it was his own.
Has all the skills reached the left arm? He also gave himself the ability similar to the Six-Meridian Divine Sword?
Ye Fan looked puzzled, then took a few steps back and waved at Yi Xiaosha a few more times.
But this time there was no movement that Ye Fan wanted.
There is nothing wrong with a single person.
This is unscientific.
Ye Fan took a long breath, muttered but did not give up.
He felt that the six-merid divine sword could not disappear, at least it shouldn't have disappeared so soon.
Because he could still feel the power contained in his left arm.
Ye Fan thought for a while and recalled the situation he had taken action just now.
That's because of your emotions.
So when Ye Fan gathered his mind to think about the current chaos and his irritability surged into his heart, he pointed at the single sand.
With a squeak, there was an extra hole in the sand of a single person.
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched and he stepped forward to check it out and found that the hole was comparable to a flying knife shooting through it.
He gritted his teeth, took a few steps back, and verified again.
"Shit" -"
"Swoosh swish swish--"
Soon, a simple but sharp sound rang in the room.
Ye Fan quickly pointed a small hole into the sand, table, chairs, curtains and quilts.
When taking action, you can't help but be careful.
This made Ye Fan very happy. God closed his dantian and opened a window for himself with his left arm.
In the future, he will have strong self-protection ability again.
While Ye Fan was moved, he was also sank on the ground and exhausted.
And as his emotions calmed down and his strength was exhausted, the lethality of his left arm disappeared again.
If Ye Fan had felt that the lethality came back after running the Tai Chi Sutra, he would be depressed and ask for what the use of this big stick was.
After researching and verifying the left arm, Ye Fan fell back to the bed and rested for a while.
After recovering a little, he quickly washed up and changed clothes and left the room, so that his mother would not be shocked when she came in and saw the mess on the ground.
When Ye Fan went downstairs to find Zhao Mingyue for porridge, the door that had just closed was pushed open again.
Ye Wujiu walked in quietly.
He glanced at the room and then picked up a few pieces to scan.
Looking at the sharpness of the incision, Ye Wujiu had a more complicated emotion on his face.
"The Dragon Slaying Art?"
He squeezed out a white sand cigarette and sighed:
"Do you know that there were really 'dragons' in this world..."
But he was not serious or worried, because all the "dragons" were slaughtered by his last mission.
He not only annihilated all the "dragons" sent by the enemy into China, but also directly attacked Huanglong and led the enemy's 13th district.
Although that time almost killed him, it was still worth it for Ye Wujiu.
"Mom, mom, I'm down to drink porridge. What kind of porridge do you make? It's so fragrant."
At this moment, Ye Fan was walking into the dining room while sniffing his nose and shouting to the kitchen.
"Ye Fan woke up? Wait a moment, the porridge will take another five minutes to cook."
Zhao Mingyue did not respond, but Ye Tiandong smiled and poked his head:
"I have cooked old hen porridge for you to nourish your body."
He was wearing an apron and holding a spoon in his hand, as if he was a family man.
"dad!"
Ye Fan was slightly stunned, then walked into the kitchen and shouted: "Why are you? Where is mom?"
"The Truman called."
Ye Tiandong smiled and said, "Your mother went to the study to answer. When I have time, I come over and stare at the porridge."
He waved Ye Fan into the kitchen to chat, then slowly stirred the chicken porridge with a spoon.
Ye Fan walked in and smiled: "It should be called to you, right?"
"The Lord Tru should have come for Lin Qiuling, and is ready to apologize to you and use me as bait."
"It's just that you think it's too cheap for them to accept apology and not to talk about the overall situation in your status and identity."
"So let my mother answer this call and negotiate."
"It is understandable that my mother is involved in it, no matter how aggressive she is."
"Trumen probably will have a lot of blood this time."
Ye Fan sniffed the fragrance while pointing out his father's thoughts.
"You are worthy of being my son, you have spyed on this idea."
Ye Tianlong showed a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and stopped the spoon stirring in his hand and spoke:
"Although they have taken full safety measures this time, they have even kept me and your mother away, so I can't be too cheap for them."
"Besides, Lin Qiuling escaped from Truman's laboratory, so it's natural to let Truman get some blood."
Although Hengdian and Truman explained that Ye Wujiu was the biggest trump card, it would be impossible for something to happen if he stared at Ye Fan.
But the danger that Lin Qiuling came out of the sea still angered Ye Tiandong.
He even suspected that Hengdian and Truman deliberately let her sneak in in order to completely capture Lin Qiuling.
Otherwise, how could the Hengdian and the Trumen master who were secretly staring at Ye Fan did not notice Lin Qiuling approaching?
So he asked Zhao Mingyue to deal with the phone calls these days.
"Hey, your world is too complicated, so I won't get involved."
Ye Fan teased and relieved his father's emotions: "But Truman and the others are bleeding, remember to score one for me."
"If my son can't see through it, he will not lift Tang Ruoxue's six guns."
Ye Tiandong looked at his son who had suffered too much:
"You caught Tang Ruoxue's gun, not because you were worried that she would hurt Mr. Song, but because you were worried that Mr. Song would kill her?"
He sighed: "Tang Ruoxue thought you didn't want her to take revenge, but he didn't know that you saved her life."
Ye Fan's smile slightly stopped, then rubbed his head and said, "I don't want both parties to be hurt."
"When Miao Fenghuang joined forces with Song Jinyu to deal with Song Wansan, she thought that the dying Song Wansan was easy to deal with."
Ye Tiandong looked at his son who had good intentions and his voice sounded gently in the kitchen:
"As a result, no one expected that Song Wansan was showing weakness to others and deliberately led Miao Fenghuang and the others to take the bait."
"And even his son Song Jinyu didn't expect that Song Wansan, who has always been powerless to kill chickens, is a top master."
"At the critical moment, he was hit by his son's head with a gun, not only slapped Miao Fenghuang to death with one palm, but also pinched his son's throat."
"A very dangerous game was turned around by him."
"How could Tang Ruoxue kill such a person?"
"Tang Ruoxue's six shots were shot. It would never be Song Wansan, but Tang Ruoxue."
"And because Tang Ruoxue fired first, and Song Wansan later controlled people to kill Tang Ruoxue. No one could say that he was a lie."
"You have seen Song Wansan's scheming and excellence in Nanling, so you know the consequences of Tang Ruoxue shooting at Song Wansan."
"So you stood in front of him in time to stop Tang Ruoxue from shooting and protecting her life."
Ye Tiandong was like the person present in the Song family's incident, calmly revealing the details of the battle.
He also reminded Song Wansan of his domineeringness.
Nan Lingfu, who can hide his illness and skills from his biological son, has extremely sharp fangs that people can imagine.
Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "I don't want to forget Fan to lose his mother."
"Ye Fan, Dad said so much, not to show off or expose you."
Ye Tiandong looked at Ye Fan with a lot of care, just like last time he was in Baocheng kitchen:
"But I'm worried that you have done so much, Miss Tang doesn't appreciate you."
"She can't even understand why you stopped her from shooting Song Wansan."
"If she loses her mind, she must go all the way to find Song Wansan to take revenge..."
"Then you can save her once, you can't save her a second time."
"Song Wansan is far from able to deal with her."
"You have no reason to stop Song Wansan from attacking again and again."
"If you want Tang Ruoxue to survive, you must eliminate her hatred as soon as possible and stop all stupid behaviors..."
He sighed with emotion: "Otherwise, Wangfan would have no mother."
Ye Fan did not respond, but just gently stroked his cheek...