After hearing Ye Wucan's narration, Ye Xiaotian's face became more and more terrifying, dangerous sparks jumped in his eyes, and blood oozed from his clenched palms from time to time.
When Ye Wucan finished speaking, Ye Xiaotian laughed angrily. He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. The profound energy around his body surged, and Pi Lian's palm fanned towards Ye Xiaokong and the two of them. And the two of them themselves
Although he knew he was guilty, he did not raise his defense. Ye Xiaotian's furious attack struck the two of them heavily.
"Puff."
Both of them spurted out a mouthful of blood, and their bodies fell more than ten feet like dry leaves without roots.
"Okay, okay! You are really capable of killing people. Don't you like killing people? I will let you kill as many as you can." Ye Xiaotian, who had lost his beloved son, looked like a madman at this time. The cruelty and violence on his face was filled with a deep chill.
, which makes people tremble all over.
Turning his head, his eyes fell on Wen Bo and then said: "Send them into the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons. I don't want to see them again within three years."
When Uncle Wen heard this, his wrinkled old face trembled violently, and he looked at Ye Xiaotian sincerely.
"Master, no! That Ten Thousand Demonic Abyss is a dangerous place with a narrow escape from death. Since the old master discovered this place, few people who went in have come out. Now is the time when the family is about to rise and it is time to hire people. Although the methods of the two of them are
It’s a bit heart-breaking, but considering that they are also thinking about the family, please ask the head of the family to give him a lighter sentence.”
Hearing this, Ye Xiaotian's eyes flashed with a stern look, and the ferocious look on his face not only did not dissipate, but became even more terrifying. A cruel smile also appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"It's okay to use such cold-blooded people. If you want me to let them go, who will let go of my miserable Fan'er? If they are thrown into the abyss of demons, they will at least have a narrow escape from death, but what about Fan'er? I'm afraid that he has been fed to that person by now.
The belly of the little bloody snake is gone. Tell me, is this ten deaths or a hundred deaths?"
Facing Ye Xiaotian's stern voice, Uncle Wen was speechless for a moment. Suddenly, Uncle Wen's old, dull eyes lit up, and his face immediately became filled with joy.
"Master, I remembered. The young master once went to the "Luoyu Swamp" and killed the bloody king snake. I think those bloody spirit snakes are afraid of the weak and afraid of the strong and do not dare to harm the young master again. Moreover, the young master is now
The physical strength is not afraid of the gravity of the swamp. Maybe..."
Hearing this, Ye Xiaotian's eyes widened and he asked with surprise, "Are you saying that Fan'er is not dead?" At the end of his words, there was already a slight tremor.
Being stared at by Ye Xiaotian's scorching eyes, Wen Bo couldn't help but feel a little bitterness on his face. He sighed from the bottom of his heart, "What a pity for the parents in the world." After that, he tried his best to soothe his tone and said: "This old slave is just guessing, after all, Fan'er's injury at that time
It’s too heavy.” After saying this, he glanced at Ye Wucan who was lying outside the hall and coughing up blood.
"Come here." Ye Xiaotian called out to the hall, turned around and continued: "No matter what, it is better to have hope than no hope. In addition, I have to trouble Uncle Wen to beat Ye Feng again, and there are more than two Yue Clan
The competition is coming soon, and with his casual temperament, he may not be able to take on this important task. If Fan'er is still alive, he can..." By the end of the words, Ye Xiaotian had a look of sadness on his face, and he couldn't continue with sobs in his throat.
Seeing this, Wen Bo felt sad in his heart, and the scene of Ye Fan fighting against the monster in the dark demon couldn't help but pop up in his mind.
"I can see Fan'er's efforts. To be honest, if Feng'er's cultivation level is not much better than Fan'er's, it would be most appropriate to place this important task on Fan'er's shoulders.
As for Feng'er, we have paid the most attention to him in the past few years, especially his father. Back then, he almost ruined his cultivation because of his temperament, but even so, the little guy didn't show any signs of compromise.
, I really can’t understand why the father and son were born with such a huge gap. They are completely two extremes.
One is fanatically paranoid about his family, while the other is naturally lazy and is only interested in poems and songs. He happens to be the most outstanding among the younger generation of the Ye family. It’s just a pity for his talent, otherwise he would be so gifted.
I’m afraid my capital has already jumped over the dragon gate.”
While he was talking, a figure dressed as a servant walked in quickly, bowed respectfully to Ye Xiaotian and said, "Master, what are your orders?"
After saying that, the servant lowered his head and glanced secretly at Ye Xiaotian, who was still angry. He couldn't help but wonder, "Even the second master and Mr. Ye Wucan were beaten like this. I don't know what made the master of the family so angry?"
After thinking about it, the servant quickly lowered his head and acted cautiously, for fear of harming the fish in the pond.
"Go down and have all the guards and iron guards in the family dispatched. Go to the "Luoyu Swamp" immediately and dig three feet into the ground to find Fan'er. If there is any negligence, come and see me."