Ye Fan fell straight into the abyss like a kite with its string cut off.
Several times he reached out and tried to pull down low-hanging branches and rocks, but they were torn off by the falling force as soon as he touched them.
He was getting further and further away from the top of the cliff, and his speed was getting faster and faster.
Ye Fan could no longer use external force to bounce back to the ground, and could only explode with all his strength and fall.
He caught up with the broken sharp mouth of the cliff, continued to lose strength on it, and then stood on the cliff with his legs slightly bent.
Soon, Ye Fan heard a loud bang.
The cliff touched the bottom of the abyss and shattered, and a huge force shocked Ye Fan.
"Whoosh!"
Ye Fan, who judged that he had hit the bottom, endured the tumbling energy and blood and bounced up like a civet cat.
He tried his best to absorb most of the force of the cliff hitting the ground.
Then Ye Fan was exhausted and fell from mid-air to the bottom of the abyss.
But before Ye Fan could kneel on the ground, his body continued to fall with a plop.
"Tan water?"
Ye Fan exclaimed, and then was submerged in the pool of water.
A piercing coldness rushed into his nerves like a sharp knife.
Ye Fan's body trembled, and he felt as cold as ever, as if he had been wrapped in a thousand years of frost.
He was about to struggle out of the water when suddenly a strong suction force dragged him to the bottom of the pool like a magnet.
Ye Fan quickly held his breath, resisted with all his strength, and reached out to grab whatever debris he could.
But before he could struggle out, his left arm instantly felt hot, and a heat like a flame penetrated into his heart.
Ice and fire mixed together, and Ye Fan fell into a coma.
Just a few seconds later, the water in the pool, which was supposed to be extremely cold, started to bubble and boil.
A white mist enveloped the entire pond...
"beep--"
I don't know how long it took, but Ye Fan heard the roar of a ship's whistle.
He sat up reflexively and opened his eyes.
The next second, he was stunned.
Ye Fan found himself lying on an iron bed with a fixed iron table next to him.
There are many medicines and potions on the table, as well as a large bottle of pure water.
Opposite the iron bed is a flat-screen TV.
The cold wind kept passing by the door, making a whistling sound.
"Is this the cabin?"
"What is this place? Why am I here?"
Ye Fan quickly reacted and judged that he was in a narrow cabin.
His body was also covered with a lot of ointment and gauze, and more than a dozen cuts were clearly visible on his hands and feet.
There is no doubt that he suffered considerable injuries.
It's just that Ye Fan can't remember how he came here.
He only remembered that he fainted from the cold after falling from the cliff into the pool.
The bitingness of the pond water still makes Ye Fan still have lingering fears. Thousands of years of frost is nothing more than this.
Thinking of this, Ye Fan twitched the corner of his mouth a few times, and hurriedly exercised and adjusted his breath to see how his injury was.
It's just fine if he doesn't use his skills, but once he uses his skills, Ye Fan is confused again.
His injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
There were more than a dozen bloody wounds, but he recovered quickly, faster than red beauty and white medicine.
Ye Fan also discovered that the energy accumulated by the four blue warheads in the past no longer impacted the muscles and internal organs arbitrarily.
They turned into a drizzle, moistening things and flowing silently into the Dantian, tendons, and blood vessels.
Ye Fan not only swept away the decadence of the injured, but also radiated strong vitality, showing his best condition ever.
"Reborn?"
Ye Fan watched himself change in disbelief.
He subconsciously patted the iron bed.
"Boom!"
A crushing force fell on the iron bed.
The hard and cold iron bed instantly turned into a pile of fragments, and they all fell to the ground with a crash and turned into iron filings.
Ye Fan also fell onto his back with a plop.
But he was so embarrassed that he didn't care about the pain, and just looked at his left hand in shock: "How is this possible?"
His left hand can not only perform the art of slaying dragons, but can also gather the power of all the cells in his body to concentrate on his left arm.
The power is ten times greater than before.
Ye Fan felt as if his left hand had entered the realm of heaven in advance.
This world is so amazing.
"Ah, what's going on? Where did the debris on the floor come from?"
Just when Ye Fan was at a loss, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and then the iron door was opened.
A middle-aged man strode in with several men and women.
Apparently they heard the sound of the iron bed breaking.
Ye Fan first squinted slightly to buffer himself from the sunlight.
Then he looked at the middle-aged man and was slightly startled: "Mr. Zhong, why is it you? Why are you here?"
The middle-aged man is Zhong Sanding, who has had a three-way relationship with Ye Fan.
Zhong Sanding found that Ye Fan had woken up and immediately shouted happily:
"Ah, Brother Ye, are you awake?"
"Great, you finally woke up."
"Come on, call the doctor quickly and get something to eat."
"No, no, take Brother Ye to another cabin. The floor is full of debris."
Zhong Sanding was very enthusiastic about Ye Fan and even gave instructions to several secretaries and bodyguards.
Ye Fan wanted to say no, but Zhong Sanding insisted again and again.
In the end, Ye Fan was examined by the ship's doctor, drank a large bowl of porridge, and was transferred to another cabin.
Then, Ye Fan also put on a new set of clothes.
After eating and drinking, Ye Fan looked at Zhong Sanding and smiled: "Mr. Zhong, thank you."
Zhong Sanding looked at Ye Fan and waved and smiled: "It's a little effort, you're welcome."
He also asked all his men to go out.
"No matter what, I will remember Mr. Zhong's kindness."
Ye Fan asked: "I just want to know, why am I on your boat? What is going on?"
No matter how much he filled up his memory, he couldn't connect the cold pond water with Zhong Sanding's cruise ship.
"It can only be said that it is fate."
Zhong Sanding made a pot of tea with his own hands, then looked at Ye Fan and laughed:
"A few days ago, I was not in a good mood, so I took a group of people on this cruise ship to travel around Europe."
"Not long ago, when I was passing by the high seas near Baiguo, I saw a figure floating on the sea holding a wooden block."
"I'll ask my men to bring the figure over and have a look."
"It turns out that this figure is not only still breathing, but also an old acquaintance, Mr. Ye."
"I will quickly have people fish Young Master Ye out of the boat to rescue him."
"After seven or eight hours of tossing, Young Master Ye's physical characteristics stabilized, but he never opened his eyes."
"The doctor said that your body is overstretched and you need to take a good rest."
"Besides letting you get enough sleep, there is no other way to wake you up at the moment."
"I finally put you in the cabin and gave you glucose every day to keep you alive."
"It turns out I've been waiting for you for several days and still haven't woken up."
"I'm thinking that if you don't wake up in the next two days, I will go to the shore to find a hospital and check you again."
Zhong Sanding recounted the process of rescuing Ye Fan in one breath, with relief in his eyes that Ye Fan had woken up.
Ye Fan took a long breath and nodded: "So that's it."
Zhong Sanding had a hint of curiosity: "By the way, Brother Ye, how did you fall into the sea?"
