Urban Madness

Ye Fan spoke to these pale-faced monks.

But where no one had noticed, Xiang Liu's eyes darkened.

He just seemed to hear that little monk call this young human monk-Lord Ye Fan.

If he heard it correctly, it means that the man in front of him is Ye Fan that the old gentleman said.

Those ordinary cultivators of the evil faction killed them and killed them too. When they return to the right, they do countless evils on weekdays, and they are guilty of death, but high-level officials can’t just let it go.

Ye Fan grabbed A Qun by the collar, dragged him behind him, and then entangled Xiang Liu with a ray of gray spiritual power.

At the moment when he was entangled by that gray spiritual power, Xiang Liu felt that his spiritual power seemed to have completely disappeared, and he couldn't feel it, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get rid of this gray spiritual power.

Ye Fan picked up the big jun who had thrown Xiangliu on the ground, and put it on Xiangliu's body casually.

"Qinglong, we should go back now, but don't let our delicate Master Xiangliu catch a cold."

Xiang Liu, who had lost his spiritual power at this time, looked even more delicate.

As if the wind blows, it will fall down.

Didn't Ye Fan take out a chain from somewhere, wrap it around the gray road, pull Xiangliu, and walk in the direction of the Qinglong army camp.

Being held in this way, Xiang Liu felt very humiliated in his heart, but his spiritual power was sealed at this moment, and the old wounds had a faint tendency to recur, so he could only follow Ye Fan obediently.

after all…

He glanced at him secretly, and he was dragged away by Ye Fan, A Qun...

…Forget it, it’s better to be dragged than to be dragged…

Ye Fan dragged them one by one, and Qinglong walked aside if nothing had happened. The remaining monks all supported each other and walked into the Qinglong barracks.

The monks waiting inside the border, after seeing this large group of pale-faced people, had no idea what had happened, and thought they had lost the battle.

Only those teams trained by Ye Fan were secretly laughing while covering their mouths.

Hahaha! Feel the fear of being dominated by Ye Fan!

After Ye Fan threw A Qun to Qinglong expressionlessly, he brought Xiang Liu into his room.

"I believe Master Xiang Liu is a knowledgeable person and won't embarrass me? Right!"

Sitting before a few cases, Ye Fan poured a cup of tea for Xiang Liu.

"You are really interesting. You arrested a high-ranking evil faction like me, and instead of imprisoning me, you invited me to your camp for tea?"

Xiang Liu looked at Ye Fan, and Ye Fan was not embarrassed, so he let him look at himself.

"How about, Master Xiang Liu, am I good-looking?"

After a while, Ye Fan put down the teacup in his hand and smiled at Xiang Liu.

"Let's talk, what happened to me, I don't think you are the one who simply invites me to drink tea."

When Xiang Liu was looking at Ye Fan, Ye Fan had already loosened the restraints on his body.

He sat opposite Ye Fan, picked up the cup of tea, and took a sip.

"According to my observation, Master Xiang Liu should be a very ambitious person, how can he condescend to such a small place?"

As Ye Fan said, Xiang Liu suddenly remembered that the old man told himself that he would leave this ghost place in three days before midnight.

But the plan would never keep up with the changes. Who would have thought that the Illuminati would surprise him in the middle of the night.

Now, let alone leaving this ghost place, whether you can survive or not depends on the mood of Ye Fan and the others.