"After you get the axe, you need to fight with him."
Di Jiang pointed at Ye Fan who was standing aside.
Ye Fan, whose name was suddenly called, looked confused.
"No, what does this have to do with me?"
Di Jiang glared at him.
"Now everyone in the cabinet who can beat him has been sent out to do their own business. You are the only one who is still here. If you don't fight with him, who will?"
Ye Fan was unable to complain, and in the end he could only succumb to Di Jiang's lust and nodded helplessly.
Xing Tian was originally a militant, and even if he was washed away, this would not change.
When he heard that he could hold weapons and fight, how could he not agree to such a good thing?
So he nodded quickly.
Di Jiang threw a key to Ye Fan.
"You accompany him to my private treasury and pick out a handy weapon."
Ye Fan curled his lips and walked out with Xing Tian resignedly.
What evil had I done to end up with such a boss!
Normally you have to help him with government affairs, but at critical moments you have to be pulled out to help fight.
Xing Tian followed Ye Fan very happily and walked out.
Dijiang's private treasury is on the eighth floor of Guangming Pavilion.
Ye Fan led Xing Tian all the way through the city and arrived at the 8th floor.
Along the way, many monks pointed at Xing Tian.
Xing Tian was already big-hearted, but after losing his memory, his intelligence was on the decline again. He didn't even realize that the person these monks were accusing was him, and he still followed Ye Fan's life and had a good time.
But Ye Fan couldn't listen any more. Xing Tian also stood with him no matter what.
Those monks kept accusing Xing Tian. Xing Tian could be shameless and ignore these things, but he wanted to!
He stopped suddenly and turned around with a gloomy face.
The pointing monks were stunned when they saw Ye Fan stop.
Ye Fan's voice was cold, and he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at them.
"Xingtian is now a subordinate of Master Di Jiang. The person you are talking about is the person he was before. Now he has no memory at all. It would be inappropriate to blame those previous sins on him."
A monk plucked up the courage and spoke back.
"So what if his memory has been wiped away? He did those things in the first place, can he still shirk it?"
Ye Fan slightly raised the corners of his lips, revealing a wicked smile.
"I didn't tell you not to say it. In private, it doesn't matter what you say, but in front of me, if you let me hear such remarks again, you should be careful!"
After saying that, he turned and left.
The monk he was staring at just now was shivering all over, and his legs felt so weak that he almost knelt on the ground.
They originally thought that Ye Fan was just a good-mouthed guy, and that this pretty boy could stay with Di Jiang.
Even before, he infiltrated the evil sect, stole the black cannonball, or executed the female slave on Xingtai.
They all believed that Ye Fan's strength was not much higher than their own.
That's why I dare to be so rude in front of Mark.
But just now when he really faced Mark, he realized how terrifying this man was.
The cold look on his face seemed to freeze him just by looking at him, and the moment Ye Fan narrowed his eyes, it made people feel like he was a beast that was ready to go.