My WeChat Lian Yaojie

Chapter 771 Exchange Tokens
How many people are reluctant.

They spent three days robbing these kettles without sleeping or eating.

It's not even warm in hand.

There is no reason to hand over to others.

Cheng Ju looked at Zhao Wuchang unwillingly, only to see the latter silently nodding in agreement.

In fact, his injury was not too serious.

But this trick is right.

It's pointless to fight any further.

Ye Fan's current state seems to be able to fight another hundred rounds.

But he couldn't deal with the enemy calmly.

Then fight, just speed up the speed of death.

But even if he didn't take the initiative to provoke him, Ye Fan didn't want to let him go.

Immediately, the line of sight shifted over.

"The kettle is complete, and it's up to you next."

With that said, Ye Fan raised his arm and was about to bombard Zhao Wuchang.

But at this moment, a cold voice sounded.

"Mr. Ye, please be merciful."

The person who came was a strange woman, dressed in a white robe, fluttering like a celestial being.

Even at the age of 50 or [-], he is still in full bloom and charm.

Don't think about it.

This outfit must be beautiful.

Ye Fan covered his face: "Why are you everywhere?"

"What's wrong with stopping me this time?"

"Presumptuous! Ye Fan, can you pay attention to the way you speak? This is our leader Lan Ruo, she can be your grandma, it's unreasonable!" Yan Lu said angrily.

"grandmother?"

Ye Fan looked at the opponent again.

It's too young.

But for someone so old, it really shouldn't be that attitude.

"It's unintentional to say, what's the matter with Sect Leader Lan?"

Lan Ruo glanced at Zhao Wuchang and spoke lightly.

"Zhao Wuchang's father has friendship with the Banyanmen, can we let him go for the sake of the old man?"

"What if I don't agree?"

"No? Hehe, Ye Fan, our sect leader is a born strong! Are you sure you don't agree?"

innate?

I rely on!

That's the legendary level.

Ye Fan is arrogant.

But he was not so arrogant as to think that he could be a genius.

Immediately, his expression changed suddenly, and he smiled.

"Hey, we're old friends, so what's the point of losing face?"

"Okay, let Zhao Wuchang go today and let them go."

"Master Xie Lan." Zhao Wuchang was supported by the crowd to leave.

Ye Fan was a little uncomfortable.

Shouldn't you be thanking me?
After all, I let you go.

Forget it, anyway, if they meet in the future, he will still find a way to kill him.

"Okay, since they're gone, I'm going too! Let's meet again."

Ye Fan waved his hand and was about to leave.

He always felt that these women were plotting against him.

Each pair of eyes glowed with brilliance.

Definitely not holding back any good farts.

Let's go first as a respect.

But the other party doesn't seem to think so.

Lan Ruo spoke very gently.

"Ye Fan, please stop."

"What are you doing? Everyone has been released. Do you want to chat with me for a while?"

Nangong Yu sternly said: "What are you talking about? It's not you, Xiaoman has been injured because of you."

"Ah? What do you mean?"

"You lied to her in the name of Zhong Ru before, but by coincidence, she also knew that Zhong Ru was dead."

"This made her distraught, the tombstone erected before was written by Xiaoman herself." Nangong Yu explained.

And Ye Fan's eyes widened.

No way.

I am too flamboyant.

Ye Fan could clearly remember that it said on the tombstone - the tomb of his sweetheart Zhong Ru.

This is the sweetheart?
I just invited her to watch TV for a while.

Ugh!
Ye Fan said it was really painful.

The fat man was envious.

He murmured: "This is too unfair. Obviously I was the one who kept roasting meat for them and watching TV with them that day. Why did Brother Fan have a sweetheart?"

But immediately he thought of another way out.

The fat man happily looked at Wen Na not far away.

Of the two girls, there must be one who can fall in love with her.

But the corners of Wen Na's mouth twitched, and a look of disdain emerged.

It didn't mean anything to him at all, even a little nauseous.

Do not……

God, you are so unfair.

Fatty Hu roared in his heart, but no one paid any attention to him.

But Ye Fan didn't want to have too much to do with them, and was busy picking himself out.

He spread his hands: "Isn't that just right. You beautiful school doesn't allow female students to fall in love."

"Zhong Ru's death just cut off her thoughts."

Nangong Yu sighed.

"I think so too."

"Xiaoman was very sad that day, and she turned her grief into strength. She has been practicing hard since she returned to the sect."

"For two days, she never had a minute of rest."

"But you are a master, you should know the truth that haste makes waste."

"Last night I observed her way of cultivation, it was a method that was almost self-harm."

"Although it can quickly increase her realm, it will cause infinite damage to her body."

Ye Fan was puzzled.

"Then why did she abuse herself like this? Wouldn't it be better to practice down-to-earth?"

Yan Lu glared at him fiercely: "Isn't it to avenge you! She knows that you died at the hands of Zhao Wuchang, and she wants to break through the Grandmaster as soon as possible."

"Uh……"

I didn't expect such a causal relationship.

But with these few words, I tried to deceive Lao Tzu into doing something, but there was no way.

"Then you can tell Xiaoman the truth, I'm not dead, don't you all know it?"

"The key is that she doesn't believe it."

"Then you take a photo of me and take it back to show her. Is this okay?"

"good idea."

Nangong Yu hurriedly took out her mobile phone.

Ye Fan glanced at it, and it turned out to be an old model ten years ago, the one with the camera function just came out.

"You use it to take pictures? The pixels are probably all mosaics."

"She won't believe it anymore."

Nangong Yu smiled awkwardly.

They are cultivators, so naturally they don't know any high-tech equipment.

It would be nice to have a contact with the outside world.

Ye Fan sighed.

"I'm really convinced. To help you, I need a mobile phone."

With that said, he took out a new mobile phone from the treasure chest.

"I'll see you off, come on, find a few people who have the right to speak in front of Xiaoman, and pat me to increase your credibility."

"Yes, I'll just take a photo with Lan Ruo, the head of the house. When we meet for the first time, she will definitely believe it."

"How can this be done? How can our head take pictures with you?"

I go!
Who is this looking down on!
If you don't want to shoot, I still don't want to shoot.

Fortunately, Lan Ruo is not an old antique, so she readily agreed to Ye Fan's request.

"It's okay, it's just a photo."

The group photo is over.

Ye Fan even took off his coat.

"No, I'll take it back for you guys! This coat was broken that day, and Xiaoman sewed it up with her own hands. Seeing it, Xiaoman will definitely believe that I'm not dead."

Everyone looked at each other.

I didn't expect Ye Fan to be so warm-hearted, which can be regarded as cold-faced and kind-hearted.

(End of this chapter)