Chapter 923
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Fog Night frowned. While it was thinking of a countermeasure, it suddenly sensed something and its eyes lit up!
"Boom!"
There was only a deafening sound as a majestic and incomparably sharp sword intent came from the metal door of the passageway!
Gold Breaking Jade's Trueshot Sword pierced through the metal door like it was paper!
The sound of metal shattering continuously sounded out in less than a second!
In a split-second, these metallic fragments transformed into dense death fragments mixed in with the sword beams. They whistled as they engulfed Ichiro and the others!
The sword beams and metal had pierced through the body of the Fusang people. Before they could even react, they had already fallen to the ground, blood flowing out from their bodies!
Never in his wildest dreams would Ichiro Rice would have thought that in their eyes, the alloy gate behind them would be as solid as a rock. At the very least, it would be completely useless in front of Ye Fan's Genuine Force Sword!
Ye Fan withdrew his sword and walked past a pile of corpses. When he passed by Ichiro Paddy, he directly stepped on his head and smashed it into pieces.
Very quickly, Ye Fan's gaze fell on Feng Yueying's bloody arm.
With Ye Fan's eyesight, he could obviously tell that this was cut by the woman herself. He couldn't help but blame her and say: "Ying Ying, why are you doing this..."
Feng Yueying laughed and shook her head, "I'm fine. The bleeding has stopped, and the wound isn't deep."
"You don't have any professional training, so doing this is very dangerous. How can you just take your life as a joke?" Ye Fan said seriously.
When Feng Yueying heard the man scolding her, she didn't feel sad. She only smiled back. After all, she cared about him so much that she would say such words.
"Well, I won't next time... I also realized that I was a bit of a fool. I didn't even know how to use a gun, so I ran out just like a fool. "
Off to the side, Fog Night looked at the wound on Feng Yueying's arm, and its eyes were filled with self-blame and grief.
Fog night choked with sobs, directly kneeling in front of Ye Fan, lowering his head, "Wang, please punish me, I no longer have the face to stand in front of you, I also feel ashamed of my teacher …"
Seeing this, Feng Yue Ying wanted to pull the girl up, "Ah, you better get up. Don't be like this. It's not all your fault …"
Fog Night knelt on the ground and shook its head in pain. "No … No …. If Sister Feng didn't wake me up, I might have made a big mistake that I can't recover from! "I'm too selfish..."
"Stand up." Ye Fan said with an expressionless face.
Wu Ye's delicate body shuddered as she slowly stood up.
"Raise your head," Ye Fan said.
Ye Fan raised a hand towards the misty night.
Fog night closed her eyes, her heart was beating wildly. She didn't know what Ye Fan was going to do to her, but regardless of beating or killing her, she didn't complain.
However, when Ye Fan's hand fell on her face, it wasn't that heavy. He only lightly pinched her face and rubbed it with his thumb.
"The blood splashed on my face, but I didn't wipe it." Ye Fan gently smiled.
Fog Night opened its eyes in astonishment and saw a sliver of blood on the man's hand. It must have splattered her face when it killed the fake Fog Night's ridge.
She originally thought that Ye Fan would severely punish her for her foolish actions, but she didn't expect that the man didn't have any intentions of blaming her …
"I'm not angry. Because if I were you, knowing who killed my entire family, I might not be as calm as you.
Ye Fan self-deprecatingly laughed and said, "This isn't something your brother can boast about, I am very knowledgeable about it." "Back then, before we met Angel, I was not a good person either. You also know that. However, at the very least, I dare to admit my wrongs, no?"
When Fog Night heard these words, the bitterness and pain in her heart vanished. The warmth of a man seemed to fill her heart like a thick warm current.
"Brother Ye Fan..." It's all my fault... I'm so stupid. "Ugh …"
Ye Fan embraced the girl, patted her back, and comforted her. At the same time, he smiled helplessly at Feng Yueying, who was standing at the side, and shook his head.
Feng Yueying also heaved a sigh of relief. She was truly worried that Ye Fan would punish Misty Night, but now it seemed that she was overthinking things.
Right at this time, Ye Fan frowned, turning his head to look at the direction of the outside of the base.
"Yun'er, protect your big sister Feng, we are going out." Ye Fan said with a complicated look in his eyes.
Fog Night nodded and wiped his tears. His eyes were filled with determination.
"I'm not sure, but there are a lot of people who came, I sensed the aura of the 'Heavenly Life Water'," Ye Fan sighed emotionally and said.
Fog night, upon hearing this, immediately became alert, "Brother Ye Fan, just focus on your own battle, I will definitely do my best to protect Sister Feng."
Ye Fan took a deep breath and walked out of the base.
Under the night sky, there were only a dozen or so light sources shining outside the base. They were not very bright.
The moment Ye Fan walked outside, he could already feel everyone's position. Among these people, the lowest cultivation level was at the large success stage. There were no less than ten experts at the Spirit Condensation realm. They were a group of elites from the underground world.
The most important thing was that this group of people didn't have the feeling of a martial practitioner that was showing off his edge. They seemed more like ordinary people. If it wasn't for their cultivation, they wouldn't have been able to identify their true identities.
Ye Fan's gaze was directed straight ahead, where a man and a woman were already standing, both wearing black leather clothes.
When he saw that handsome face with a bit of elegance, Ye Fan's heart couldn't help but be stirred up...
"It's been four years. You've changed a lot, FALLEN." The Black Emperor was the first to greet him with a calm smile.
No matter how well-known his title was, how powerful his position and power was, in the eyes of the man before him, he would always be that stubborn little rascal who was dragged out of the prison by him that year … Please browse to m.m for mobile phone users. Read, better reading experience.
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