Seeing the coffee table broken into pieces, Ye Fan was startled and rushed over to take a closer look.
He found that the cutouts on the coffee table were extremely smooth and flat, as if they were laser cut.
If he wasn't the only one in the room, Ye Fan wouldn't believe it was him.
Did all the power flow to his left arm? Did it give him abilities similar to the Six Meridians Divine Sword?
Ye Fan looked confused, then took a few steps back and waved a few more times at a small sofa.
It's just that this time there was no movement that Ye Fan wanted.
There's nothing wrong with a single sofa.
This unscientific.
Ye Fan took a long breath and muttered something but did not give up.
He felt that it was impossible for the Six Meridians Divine Sword to disappear, at least it shouldn't disappear so soon.
Because he can still feel the power contained in his left arm.
Ye Fan thought for a while and recalled the situation of the attack just now.
It's caused by one's own emotions.
So Ye Fan focused his mind on the current chaos, and when irritability came to his mind, he pointed at the single sofa.
There was a popping sound, and there was an extra hole in the single sofa.
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched, he stepped forward to check and found that the hole was comparable to being shot through by a flying knife.
He gritted his teeth, took a few steps back, and verified again.
"Chi chi chi——"
"Swish swish——"
Soon, a simple but sharp voice sounded in the room.
A small hole was quickly poked out by Ye Fan on the sofa, table, chairs, curtains, and quilt.
The attack is silent and impossible to guard against.
This made Ye Fan extremely happy. God closed his Dantian and opened a window for himself in his left arm.
From now on, he will have a strong ability to protect himself.
While Ye Fan was sighing with emotion, he collapsed on the ground, exhausted.
And as his emotions calmed down and his strength was exhausted, the lethality of his left arm disappeared again.
If Ye Fan had not felt the lethality returned after running "Tai Chi Sutra", he would have been depressed about the use of this big stick.
After studying and verifying his left arm, Ye Fan fell back on the bed and took a rest.
After recovering a little, he quickly washed up, changed clothes, and left the room, lest his mother would be shocked when she came in and saw the mess on the floor.
When Ye Fan went downstairs to have porridge with Zhao Mingyue, the door that had just been closed was pushed open again.
Ye Wujiu walked in quietly.
He glanced at the entire room, then picked up a few fragments and scanned them.
Seeing the sharpness of the incision, Ye Wujiu had a complex emotion on his face.
"The art of slaying dragons?"
He pinched out a white cigarette, held it in his mouth and sighed:
"Did you know that there really was a 'dragon' in this world..."
However, he was not solemn or worried, because all those 'dragons' were killed by his last mission.
Not only did he annihilate all the 'dragons' that the enemy sent into Shenzhou to test, he also went straight to Huanglong to seize the enemy's lair in District 13.
Although that time almost cost him his life, it was still worth it for Ye Wujiu.
"Mom, Mom, I came down to have some porridge. What kind of porridge did you make? It's so delicious."
At this moment, Ye Fan was wandering into the dining room, sniffing and shouting to the kitchen.
"Ye Fan is awake? Wait a moment, the porridge will be ready in five minutes."
Zhao Mingyue did not respond, but Ye Tiandong smiled and poked his head:
"I made old hen porridge for you to nourish your body."
He was wearing an apron and holding a spoon in his hand, looking like a house cook.
"dad!"
Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, then walked into the kitchen and shouted: "Why is it you? Where is mom?"
"Master Chu Clan called."
Ye Tiandong smiled and said: "Your mother went to the study to answer the call. When I was free, I came over to stare at the porridge."
He waved Ye Fan into the kitchen to chat, and then slowly stirred the chicken porridge with a spoon.
Ye Fan walked in and smiled: "The phone call should be for you, right?"
"Clan Master Chu probably came here because of Lin Qiuling's incident, and is going to apologize to you for using me as bait."
"It's just that you feel that given your status and identity, not accepting an apology does not reflect the overall situation, and accepting an apology would be too advantageous for them."
"So I asked my mother to answer the phone and come forward to negotiate."
"When the mother's identity is involved, it's understandable no matter how aggressive she is."
"Truman will probably bleed a lot this time."
While sniffing the aroma, Ye Fan revealed his father's thoughts.
"As expected of my son, even these thoughts have been spied on by you."
Ye Tianlong showed a hint of appreciation in his eyes, stopped stirring the spoon in his hand and spoke:
"Although there was no danger this time, and they took adequate safety measures, they even hid it from me and your mother, so I can't be too easy on them."
"Besides, Lin Qiuling escaped from Truman's laboratory, so it's natural for Truman to give some blood."
Although Hengdian and Chumen explained that Ye Wujiu was the biggest trump card, it was absolutely impossible for anything to happen to Ye Fan with him watching.
But the danger of Lin Qiuling emerging from the sea still made Ye Tiandong angry.
He even suspected that Hengdian and Truman deliberately opened the door to let her sneak in in order to completely catch Lin Qiuling.
Otherwise, how could Hengdian and the Truman masters who were secretly watching Ye Fan not notice Lin Qiuling approaching?
So he asked Zhao Mingyue to handle all the calls in the past few days.
"Hey, your world is too complicated, so I won't get involved."
Ye Fan joked to ease his father's mood: "But Truman and the others are bleeding, remember to give me a share."
"If my son couldn't see through it, he wouldn't have lifted up Tang Ruoxue's six-gun shot."
Ye Tiandong turned his head and looked at his son who had endured so much:
"When you grabbed Tang Ruoxue's gun, you weren't worried that she would hurt Mr. Song, but you were worried that Mr. Song would kill her, right?"
He sighed: "Tang Ruoxue thought you didn't want her to take revenge, but little did she know that you saved her life."
Ye Fan's smile faltered slightly, then he rubbed his head and said, "I don't want both parties to get hurt."
"When Miao Fenghuang teamed up with Song Jinyu to deal with Song Wansan, he thought that the dying Song Wansan would be easy to deal with."
Ye Tiandong looked at his kind-hearted son, and his voice sounded gently in the kitchen:
"No one expected that Song Wansan showed weakness and deliberately lured Miao Fenghuang and others into the bait."
"And even his son Song Jinyu didn't expect that Song Wansan, who was always weak at killing chickens, would be an extremely skilled player."
"At the critical moment, when his son held a gun to his head, he not only slapped Miao Fenghuang to death, but also pinched his son's throat."
"An extremely dangerous situation was turned around easily by him."
"How can Tang Ruoxue kill such a person?"
"If Tang Ruoxue was hit with those six shots, it would definitely not be Song Wansan who died, but Tang Ruoxue."
"And because Tang Ruoxue shot first and Song Wansan killed Tang Ruoxue later, no one can say anything about him."
"You saw Song Wansan's scheming and power in Nanling, so you know the consequences of Tang Ruoxue shooting Song Wansan."
"So you stood in front of him in time to stop Tang Ruoxue from shooting and saved her life."
Ye Tiandong seemed to be present at the Song family's tragedy, calmly telling all the details of that battle.
He also reminded Song Wansan of his tyranny.
The richest man in Nanling, who is able to hide his illness and skills from his own son, has hidden fangs that are extremely sharp as one can imagine.
Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "I don't want to forget that Fan is without his mother."
"Ye Fan, dad said all this, not to show off, nor to expose you."
Ye Tiandong looked at Ye Fan with eyes full of pity, just like the last time he was in the Baocheng kitchen:
"But I'm worried that after all you have done, Miss Tang won't appreciate you."
"She can't even understand why you stopped her from shooting Song Wansan."
"If she loses her mind and insists on going all the way to get revenge on Song Wansan..."
"Then you can save her once, but you can't save her a second time."
"Song Wansan is far beyond what she can handle."
"There is no reason for you to stop Song Wansan from counterattacking again and again."
"If you want Tang Ruoxue to survive, you must eliminate her hatred as soon as possible and stop all stupid actions..."
He sighed: "Otherwise Wangfan would really have no mother."
Ye Fan didn't respond, just touched his cheek gently...
