Aunt Qing ignored Tang Ruoxue's plea, slapped her out with a palm and quickly stuffed it into the car to send it to Cihangzhai.
As for Ye Fan's life and death, she can't control so much.
Moreover, the gray-clothed little nun was also provoked by Ye Fan, so Ye Fan must bear the corresponding responsibilities.
So she only left two Tang bodyguards to take care of Ye Fan and obey his instructions.
Ye Fan didn't care either. He endured the pain and applied the green and white medicine to stop the blood.
Then he took out his cell phone and called out.
As soon as he finished calling, he felt a little dizzy in his head and reexamined the wound.
Uncle, he found that there was toxin in the wound.
There is no doubt that poison was applied to Aunt Qing's dagger.
Fortunately, Ye Fan took Qixing Detox Pills when he rushed over the poisonous smoke of the gray-clothed nun, otherwise he might have capsized in the gutter today.
Even so, the pain and toxins of the three-knife still brought drowsiness.
"This old woman is really ignorant of doing serious things. Just throw the poisonous dagger to herself, and don't remind herself."
Ye Fan wrote down Aunt Qing’s account and sooner or later he would ask her for ten times.
"Mr. Ye, are you taking you to the hospital now, or where to go?"
A Tang bodyguard looked at Ye Fan covered in blood and asked, "Do you need us to do something?"
Another Tang bodyguard also nodded and said, "Yes, if you have something to do, please give me instructions. If it's okay, then we will go to Mr. Tang."
Although the blood on Ye Fan's body was scary, his expression seemed to be fine. He could have taken action to treat Tang Ruoxue just now, making them feel that Ye Fan was a minor injury.
They also wanted to wait for Ye Fan to go back to protect Tang Ruoxue.
While Ye Fan pinched out a silver needle to save himself and detoxify, he ordered two Tang bodyguards: "Go and get the corpse..."
"Woo--"
Just as Ye Fan was about to ask them to put away the body of the gray-clothed nun, several luxury cars rushed over from one end of the mountain road.
The car rushed out dozens of meters from Ye Fan and the others, then stopped the brakes, and then roared backwards.
When Ye Fan narrowed his eyes, the car door was already thumping, and more than a dozen men and women and bodyguards in black emerged.
Then, a feminine boy in black rushed out in a hurry.
He glanced at the audience, then locked in Ye Fan and shouted:
"Brother, brother, it's really you, I just feel like 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 jumped in an instant and he stabbed himself three times, but it was not detoxified, but condensed his energy and spirit.
"Get out of here, Ye Fan is my brother, don't block the way."
Two Tang bodyguards wanted to stop them, but Ye Xiaoying pushed them away without hesitation.
Ye Xiaoying rushed to Ye Fan and spoke anxiously:
"Brother, I heard someone calling for murder here and ran over to take a look."
"I didn't expect it was you!"
"Are you injured?"
"Is the injury serious?"
He looked worried and anxious.
He didn't ask who wanted to kill Ye Fan, nor did he look at the body of a gray-clothed nun not far away, but just stared at Ye Fan's injuries.
Those who don’t know really think that he and Ye Fan have a deep affection.
"Is it a little eagle? After not seeing each other for half a year, you have grown up and become handsome again. You are willing to recognize me, the abandoned son of the Ye family, as your brother, and have grown up."
Ye Fan's face was not at all panic or alert, but instead showed a gentle smile:
"A killer who was making trouble in Cihangzhai ran out, and I rushed over to pursue him bravely."
"This killer is too cunning. I didn't notice her for a moment, but it didn't hurt her vitals, so it's nothing serious."
"I shot the killer to death."
Ye Fanfeng said lightly: "I'm fine. I'll deal with the scene and go back. If you have something to do, go and do it."
"Brother, why do you say this? Although you don't recognize the Ye family, the blood from the Ye family is always flowing on you."
Ye Xiaoying looked at Ye Fan, covered in blood, and raised her face and spoke:
"You will be my brother for the rest of your life."
"And the last time you broke my arm, I realized that I was very grateful to you. I have long treated you like my own brother."
"Anyway, no matter whether you recognize the Ye family or not, I will respect you like my brother."
"So you are attacked and injured now. How can I ignore my younger brother? How can I leave?"
"If I really do that, not only my parents scold me for being cold-blooded, but I can't pass this level of conscience myself."
Ye Xiaoying reached out to touch Ye Fan's injury: "Come on, let me see if my injury is serious."
"No, no, don't look at the amount of blood, it's actually just a little skin trauma."
Ye Fan smiled and held his hand: "You don't have to look at it, so as not to dirty your 'Versace' clothes. This is a new style, more than 100,000 yuan."
"No matter how expensive the clothes are, they are not as important as brother's injuries, and they are not as important as brother's life."
Ye Xiaoying was very angry: "Brother is treating me as an outsider, or are you worried that I will suddenly take action?"
"You don't trust your brother too much. We are a family, brother who breaks bones and has tendons connected to them."
Ye Xiaoying felt very wronged.
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and looked ahead: "It's not that he doesn't believe you, it's just a little injury, there's no need to make a fuss..."
"Oh, brother, the blood in your wound is a little blue, this is a sign of poisoning."
Ye Xiaoying suddenly screamed: "Your knife injury is probably poisonous."
"Brother, my mother is from the Lin family in Xilin, and she has some basic foundations for injuries and poisons."
"Let me take a look and give me a chance to help."
Ye Xiaoying took action to check Ye Fan's injuries.
Ye Fan held his hand again:
"You've read it wrong, where is it poisonous? It's really poisonous. Can I still stand and talk to you?"
"Okay, don't worry about me, do your own thing."
"I'm going to deal with it too."
Ye Fan slightly turned his head to the two Tang bodyguards and signaled them to pull Ye Xiaoying away.
However, the two Tang bodyguards could not understand Ye Fan's meaning at all. When they saw Ye Fan turning his head, they ran over immediately:
"Mr. Ye, your brother and the others are here. Are we not needed here anymore?"
They spoke respectfully: "Then let's go to Mr. Tang first, be careful."
Before Ye Fan could speak, Ye Xiaoying waved her hand repeatedly:
"Genggugugugugugu, I just need my younger brother here. You don't need any trash, even my brother can't protect it."
When the two Tang bodyguards saw Ye Xiaoying scolding him, they looked unhappy and stopped getting involved. They turned around and drove away.
"Brother, you can't hide your illness and avoid medical treatment. You must have been poisoned. If you don't believe that your younger brother's medical skills don't matter. I'll take you to the hospital."
As soon as the two Tang bodyguards left, Ye Xiaoying waved her left hand and shouted to the friends:
"I must not watch you show off and harm myself."
"Even if you punish your younger brother afterwards, your younger brother will offend you once today."
He ordered: "Everyone come and help carry my brother to the hospital for treatment."
More than a dozen friends rushed over and pulled Ye Fan to carry him into the car.
"Swoosh--"
Just as Ye Fan's eyes turned cold and he was about to sweep them away, a white shadow fell from the sky.
The Master Princess fell into the crowd, waved her sleeves and more than a dozen friends flew out.
Then he swept his left hand and shook Ye Xiaoying back two or three meters.
Ye Xiaoying's face changed, and then she squeezed out a smile:
"See the Saint!"
He stepped forward again and said, "My brother is injured and poisoned. He is about to take my brother to Cihangzhai for treatment!"
"Bang--"
The Master Princess waved her sleeves again, and her eyes became cold invisibly.
"Swoosh!"
Ye Xiaoying not only stopped moving forward, but also changed her face slightly, and her upright body subconsciously arched.
The look of Master Zixian made Ye Xiaoying feel a cruel and ruthless murderous intent immersed in thousands of years.
That feeling was like a sharp sword pressing against his fragile throat, which would pierce him into one sword at any time.
Therefore, Ye Xiaoying reacted instinctively.
None of the friends dared to cross the thunder pool at all.
Ye Xiaoying squeezed out a smile: "Saint, if a man or a woman is not kissing, my brother will give it to you..."
"roll!"
The Master Prince kicked Ye Xiaoying away with one kick, then hugged Ye Fanxun and disappeared.
Looking at the backs of Shi Zixian and Ye Fan, the corner of Ye Xiaoying's mouth that fell to the ground touched several times, and finally gritted her teeth and hid the sleeve arrow in her clothes.
He took out his cell phone and took a photo of the two people's backs, and then passed it to Ye Jincheng...