Chapter 3137: Tear off the mask of the Three Kingdoms of Tang Dynasty
"It's a rare gathering. If you don't worry about my illness, just sit down and have a drink and eat a piece of tofu."
Tang Sanguo came over and greeted the two of them, with indescribable enthusiasm and kindness on his face:
"No matter how many interests were entangled in the past, and no matter whether there will be life or death conflicts in the future, at this moment, we can still live in peace."
"The wind and rain are not as good as wine and food."
"How about, try this Huadiao wine?"
"And the tofu I made by myself?"
"A piece of lettuce, wrapped in a piece of hot tofu, and a spoonful of chili sauce. It's cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and it's sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy."
He smiled gently: "I am worthy of the rain today and this reunion."
Wang Hongtu smiled faintly, glanced at the small red stove and said:
"Mr. Tang, although you are in a very depressed state now, I have to say that you are indeed a genius."
"The technology for making hot pot is first-class, the technology for cooking wine is first-class, and the technology for making sewers is also first-class."
"It has rained heavily in Longdu for the past two days, and the subway has been flooded, but there is no water in the infectious disease hospital you designed back then."
He gave a thumbs up and praised: "It's a sewer of conscience."
There was no pride on Tang Sanguo's face. Instead, he waved his hands and responded with a bitter smile:
"A hero does not mention his bravery in the past, no matter how glorious he was in the past, it will still be in the past."
"Now I am a sinner, a sinner waiting to die."
"Stop talking about that, come and have a drink."
Tang Sanguo filled himself with Huadiao again, and then smiled at Ye Fan and Wang Hongtu: "Did it?"
Wang Hongtu glanced at Tang Sanguo's wrinkled face and his two injured hands wrapped in gauze.
He unceremoniously refused this gathering:
"It's better for you, son-in-law, to reminisce about old times."
"As an outsider, I don't want to be a light bulb, and I will go to practice archery later."
"Don't worry, I have deployed heavy troops nearby. If there is any danger, just shout."
"I go first."
After saying that, Wang Hongtu was ready to leave the yard.
Ye Fan picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, and then spoke meaningfully to Tang Sanguo:
"Old Tang, I've said what I needed to say today, I've drank the wine I needed to drink, and it's time for me to go back."
"You can enjoy this sumptuous dinner by yourself, and think about the three Ruoxue sisters."
"Master Wang, wait for me, I will leave with you."
Ye Fan smiled calmly and turned around to walk towards the door. He only took two or three steps and suddenly shot back.
He grabbed Tang Sanguo's wrinkled face and pulled it.
With a 'stab' sound, a simulated mask instantly fell into Ye Fan's hands.
As soon as the mask was torn off, a face suddenly appeared.
"Ye Fan, what are you doing?"
Seeing that Ye Fan suddenly took action without warning and Tang Sanguo had no reaction, Wang Hongtu's expression changed drastically at first.
He thought Ye Fan wanted to kill Tang Sanguo to vent his anger on Zhao Mingyue.
At that moment, he blocked Tang Sanguo with his body and pushed Ye Fan with one hand.
A huge momentum poured out.
Ye Fan, who was holding the mask, didn't have time to think too much. He roared and blocked with both arms.
Just a bang was heard, and the palms and arms touched.
With a loud noise, Ye Fan shook twice and stood still.
Wang Hongtu took three steps back and stepped on the wall to steady himself.
"Protect Mr. Wang!"
Before Ye Fan could explain, a shout came from the door.
The next second, six uniformed men rushed in from outside the door, stabbing Ye Fan with daggers in their hands.
The sword shines sharply.
Ye Fan held Tang Sanguo's mask, lowered his head, and rushed towards the cold light formed by the dagger.
"flutter!"
Three knife tips brushed against Ye Fan's clothes, and a hint of burning aura came out.
In Wang Hongtu's cold gaze, Ye Fan was like a willow branch in the wind, swaying wildly and violently.
Swish, swish, swish, the sword light shattered the void.
But within ten seconds, the sound of the cold knife breaking through the wind suddenly stopped.
During this process, Ye Fan held the mask tightly in his hand and did not touch the dagger head-on with the man in uniform.
The six uniformed men holding daggers all staggered and fell into a pool of blood, groaning in despair.
Some had a bloody hole in their shoulder blades, and some had a stab in their thighs.
What's more, there is a miserable knife mark on the chest and abdomen.
Not deep, but enough to make them incapable of fighting again.
"die--"
Only six uniformed men fell, but the fighting did not stop.
The crisp scream just now sounded again, and then a woman in yellow rushed in like a phantom.
There was also a thick yellow smoke on her body.
The moment the smoke sprayed towards Ye Fan, she shot towards him like a cheetah.
The flying yellow smoke is not only her weapon, but also the best cover for her attacks.
The house was filled with yellow smoke, and the woman in yellow disappeared.
The next second, she flashed out from above Ye Fan.
She punched out.
"Little tricks!"
Ye Fan didn't even raise his eyes and punched out.
"boom!"
Two fists collide!
Yellow smoke twisted in the fist.
The woman in yellow flew straight out, hit the door railing and fell down.
A mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth!
Lost!
Lost!
This was the thought that made her fall to the ground, and she lost with one move!
"Don't harm Yuan Shi."
Seeing the woman in yellow fall to the ground, Wang Hongtu's face turned cold.
He rushed to Ye Fan, bounced up high, and swept his legs out with a spin.
Ye Fan made a backhand punch and hit Wang Hongtu's leg.
The fist was swung through the air, and there was a trace of sound in the air.
"boom!"
The fists and feet collided, making a muffled sound. Wang Hongtu staggered and took three steps back.
He felt that the force of the car hitting him had pushed him back.
The overbearing force shook his whole leg to the point of numbness.
Wang Hongtu showed a rare expression of emotion, then he paused with his left foot and jumped into the air again.
His right leg flew up.
Thirty-six legs shadowed Ye Fan.
Ye Fan remained calm, took a step back, and then touched his knees.
With a loud bang, Ye Fan pushed Wang Hongtu's right leg away.
The shadow of legs in the sky disappeared instantly.
Wang Hongtu returned to Tang Sanguo's side.
His face was ugly.
However, he did not attack again, but stared at Ye Fan and shouted:
"Doctor Ye, what on earth are you going to do?"
"This is Jinyi Pavilion, not Huayi Sect, nor Ye Tang. We don't tolerate you acting wild, let alone killing people."
"Even if Tang Sanguo has a deep hatred for you and Zhao Mingyue, you are not qualified to kill him now."
"Because he is already a prisoner of Jinyi Pavilion."
"Only Jinyi Pavilion can decide his life or death. No one else, including Ye Tang, can want him to die without authorization."
"If you insist on killing people, don't blame me for not giving your father and the others face."
As he said these words, the woman in yellow and six men in uniforms exited the room.
At the same time, there was a burst of footsteps at the door.
Dozens of uniformed men and women, loaded with guns and ammunition, surrounded the courtyard.
Under the loquat tree, there were also a few more old men in gray clothes whose shades could not be discerned.
They locked Ye Fan tightly from different directions.
The whole house instantly felt like an ice cave.
"Young Master Wang, I didn't want to kill anyone, I just wanted to reveal the true face of Tang Sanguo!"
Ye Fan did not take action again, but pointed at Tang Sanguo with his mask: "He is wearing a mask, he is not Tang..."
