Urban Madness

"Okay, don't worry, anyway, now, you don't have the slightest clue about the person who controls this girl, so it's better to relax."

Old man Fuxi looked at Ye Fan's frown and knew what he was worried about.

Ye Fan's brows didn't stretch out, but he nodded.

A wave of spiritual power quietly returned to Ye Fan's side.

There was an unfamiliar aura in spiritual power.

Ye Fan took it back into his body, and secretly recorded the breath.

"Okay, don't try it today. This girl has just been tossed back and forth by our fighting method. She is exhausted at the moment and can't wake up in a short time. Send her back first."

Fuxi waved his hand and said to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan sighed looking at Han Ling's flowers, and he was taken back to the cell.

But although one fainted, they caught more than Hanling Hualuo!

There is also a Feng Bo staying in the cell.

Just in case, Ye Fan simply didn't let Old Man Fuxi go, staying here to interrogate Feng Bo with him.

"Oh, oh, my old waist, I can't do it, I can't stand it, I have to go back and take a good rest."

When he heard that Ye Fan wanted to let himself stay, Fuxi, who was fighting with others fiercely in the last second, clutched his waist and wailed in the next second.

"Oh, that thief is so powerful! Hey, my old waist, it's not working, it's not working!"

Fuxi exaggeratedly clutched his waist and wailed, taking a moment to glance at Ye Fan's expression.

I saw Ye Fan ponder for a moment, and then called a little monk.

"Go move a bed and let our old man have a good rest!"

Fuxi was shocked at the time. Is it okay to move a bed?

Between asking others to move a bed to lie here for interrogation and sitting on the sidelines for interrogation, he decisively chose the latter.

A joke, if you move a bed, wouldn't the entire Guangming Pavilion know that he has a bad waist? It's a shame! What a shame!

"Wait, wait!"

Old man Fuxi stopped the little monk with his waist.

"Oh, the old man, I suddenly felt that this waist is not very painful, you can bear it, no need, no need, you go down!"

Seeing the rebellious look of Old Man Fuxi, Ye Fan curled up his mouth. What he wanted was this effect.

After waiting for a long time, none of those little monks could bring Feng Bo.

Ye Fan was about to go to the cell to have a look, when a little monk suddenly broke in.

"My lord, it's not good, Feng Bo was robbed by someone!"

Ye Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he walked quickly to the little monk.

"What are you talking about? Who is so bold and dare to rob people in my Guangming Pavilion!"

The little monk looked bitter.

"This..."

Seeing the little monk hesitating, Ye Fan frowned.

"It seems that they are going to completely tear their skin, and they won't have the last bit of face, and they dare to do it directly in the Guangming Pavilion!"

Ye Fan said sharply.

Di Jiang walked out from one side. At the beginning of this interrogation, he hid his figure in a dark place next to him.

"Do you know who took Feng Bo abducted?"

The little monk shook his head in fear.

"I... I don't know, they all wear masks, but they all wear black cloaks."

Di Jiang's complexion was solemn.

According to the meaning of the little monk, there is more than one person. How many messy things are still hidden in this Guangming Pavilion?

"They can't run far, search!"