The sky turned completely dark, like a thick mass of ink that couldn't be melted!
Although calm has returned to the Tangmen courtyard, everyone is busy performing their duties.
Elites from five companies arrived in West China in batches, and the guards couldn't even fly in.
Not only are all the entrances and exits of the Tangmen courtyard heavily guarded, but even the outer sentries 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 also injured, they became even more wary of the ugly old man's strength.
The five people were worried that the ugly old man would kill him, so they mobilized many good soldiers and gunmen to guard it.
The chess pieces of the five major families naturally penetrated into every corner of West China.
And Yuan Qingyi also led the disciples of the Wu League to guard Ye Fan's bedroom.
She glanced consciously or unconsciously at everyone who came near the room.
Although it was an emergency that Ye Fan went to pick up Tang Pingfan at the train station, Yuan Qingyi still felt guilty for not protecting Ye Fan.
Suddenly, dark waves surged in Western China.
At this time, Ye Fan was sitting on the bed.
Although his injury was not serious, after half a day of rest and self-treatment, he recovered 80%.
It was just the surge of power in his left hand that made him frown from time to time.
In the past, my left arm didn't have much presence, and it wasn't even as flexible as my right arm, but today it feels like the awakened sea.
He felt an uncontrollable force.
Ye Fan had the violent idea of shooting out to blow everything up at any time.
He tried hard to suppress it and managed to calm down.
At the same time, Ye Fan also figured something out.
The ugly old man didn't want to let him go, and the thunderous punch didn't stop him.
Instead, the power of his punch was completely swallowed up by his left arm.
His left arm was like a deep sea, absorbing not only Ye Fan's power, but also the opponent's power.
Ye Fan didn't know if the ugly old man's power had lost, but he knew that his left arm was getting stronger.
Although he has not figured out the significance of devouring power with his left arm, it is more or less clear that it can be used to fight against powerful opponents.
"Are you awake? Just in time to have dinner."
At this moment, Song Hongyan opened the door and walked in with a calm smile on her face.
After the worry and shock, she always showed her best side to Ye Fan.
She smiled and held up a snack box, which was full of light food!
The woman gently placed a few dishes in front of him, then scooped him a bowl of thick rice porridge, and smiled lightly:
"Come on! Eat all these meals!"
"Do you know how badly your body is injured? The joints are damaged, the body is exhausted, and the internal organs are damaged."
"Why don't you take good care of yourself?"
Song Hongyan scolded rather reproachfully and put the spoon to Mark's mouth!
Ye Fan took a sip of the fragrant rice porridge, chewed it and swallowed it, and then replied calmly:
"Is it that scary?"
"Although I was shocked by the ugly old man, the situation is still controllable."
Ye Fan reassured: "So don't listen to the doctors' nonsense!"
Song Hongyan glared at Ye Fan and replied with hatred: "How do you feel about being punched by that ugly old man?"
"Yuan Huihuang and Murong Qingqing are still lying down."
"Didn't you promise me to take care of myself? Didn't you promise that I wouldn't take risks easily?"
"How come you almost got in when you picked someone up at the train station?"
She couldn't help pinching Ye Fan's waist: "They didn't come for you, they just ran away when the situation was bad."
Even though it was Tang Pingfan whom Ye Fan wanted to protect, Song Hongyan hoped that Ye Fan would be safe.
Seeing the woman's unconcealed caring eyes, Ye Fan felt a flash of guilt in his heart.
"Hongyan, I'm sorry! It's all my fault for making you worry."
"Don't worry, I promise not to be a hero next time. If something happens, I will run away immediately!"
Ye Fan held the woman's hand and smiled: "Of course, if you and Sissi are in trouble, I won't run away even if I kill you."
Women always take advantage of others. After Ye Fan admitted his mistake by retreating, Song Hongyan opened Ye Fan's hand.
Then she fed a mouthful of porridge into Mark's mouth, and her tone softened:
"Actually, I know your character."
"Don't say that Tang Pingfan is my father. Even if he is an outsider, you will not just watch him be killed by Yang Guo people,"
She was very confused: "But when I see your injury... I can't help but be afraid!"
When the cable car in Hong Kong City jumped, she was extremely afraid of losing Ye Fan.
Ye Fan chuckled again and said: "It's okay! At least I'm still alive now!"
"And with you taking care of me, I will recover quickly!"
He exuded confidence: "In one night at most, I will be alive and kicking."
Song Hongyan snorted: "I don't believe it."
"It's really okay. Look, a strong man can kill a cow."
Ye Fan continued to coax the woman, and then asked: "You are here, where is Sissi?"
Song Hongyan pointed outside: "I'm swinging in the yard."
"I originally wanted to come in to see you, but I was worried that you would scare her by vomiting blood, so I asked her to come back later."
Her voice softened: "Sissi heard that you were injured and unconscious, and she kept shouting that she wanted to sing "Insect Flight" to you."
Ye Fan smiled softly: "What a good daughter, no, there is also a good woman."
With these sweet words, Song Hongyan finally dissipated her remaining anger.
She fed Ye Fan porridge like a little jade, and occasionally blew away a little of the heat.
There is only one man in this world who can feed Song Hongyan her porridge!
Maybe he was really hungry, so Ye Fan swept away half a pot of rice porridge and three side dishes like a storm.
People always feel more energetic when they are full, so after Ye Fan wiped his mouth with a tissue, he asked Song Hongyan:
"By the way! How is the situation outside?"
"Has Tang Pingfan gone back?"
He asked further: "Is there any news about the ugly old man?"
"It's a mess, but the Tang Sect is still under control."
Song Hongyan obviously guessed that Ye Fan would ask about the situation, so she did her homework and responded without hesitation:
"Tang Pingfan did not return to Longdu."
"First, West China is in chaos now. It would be dangerous for him to go back at this time."
"Secondly, with his identity and status, he couldn't stand it when he ran back after being attacked by a few gangsters."
"There is no news about the ugly old man. The spies who dispersed did not capture his whereabouts."
"But the Tangmen courtyard has activated level one combat readiness."
"The elites of the five major families have also moved in!"
"It's not easy for him to break in."
She took out a tissue and gently wiped the corners of Ye Fan's mouth: "It's just that his identity is a mystery."
"His strength and fighting spirit make it easy for people to think that he is Tenzo."
"But the Tianzang information we have doesn't match him at all."
"Besides, a master from the Heaven Realm shouldn't be so low-level that he would destroy his appearance and come to attack you."
"What the powerful people in the Heaven Realm value is that one person is against one country, and fighting in a dignified and upright manner is famous all over the world."
"But I have already sent a summary of his information and portrait to Qin Wuji."
"He knows everything about Yang Country. Let's see if there are any clues about the ugly old man."
Song Hongyan's fingers fell on Ye Fan's face, and there was a hint of worry in her eyes: "It's just that you have to be careful during these days."
"Don't worry, I can take care of myself."
Ye Fan changed the subject: "The funeral will still be held?"
"That's right!"
Song Hongyan nodded lightly: "But Tang Pingfan has moved up one day and will bury Feilaifeng at noon tomorrow."
"After the burial is completed, they will rush to Longdu overnight."
She added: "This is not fear, but they are preparing to take revenge on Yang Kingdom."
Ye Fan was slightly surprised: "Will you be buried tomorrow?"
"He wants to disrupt the enemy's rhythm."
Song Hongyan tilted her head to the outside and said, "Tomorrow, if I fly to Feilai Peak, I'm afraid there will be a river of blood again."
"No matter how much blood there is, I won't let it splash on you."
Ye Fan pinched the delicate chin and kissed the lips!
Even in spite of the storm, the iron-blooded tenderness of a man cannot be stopped...
