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Chapter 4164 Feng Bo was robbed

"Okay, don't worry. Anyway, now you don't have the slightest clue about the person controlling this girl, so you might as well relax."

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

Ye Fan's brows did not relax, but he still nodded.

A stream of spiritual power quietly returned to Ye Fan.

There is an unfamiliar aura in his spiritual energy.

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

"Okay, don't stop interrogating her today. This girl has just been tossed back and forth by our battle of skills. Now she is exhausted and won't wake up in a short time. Let's send her back first."

Fuxi waved his hand and said to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan looked at Han Ling's appearance, sighed, and asked someone to take him back to the cell.

But even though one of them fainted, Han Ling Hua Luo was not the only one they caught!

There is also Uncle Feng staying in the cell.

Just in case, Ye Fan simply didn't let old man Fuxi leave and stayed here to interrogate Uncle Feng with him.

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

As soon as he heard that Ye Fan wanted him to stay, Fuxi, who was fighting fiercely with others one second, covered his waist and started wailing in the next second.

"Oh, that thief is so powerful! Hey, I'm such an old guy, I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore!"

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

I saw Ye Fan meditating for a moment, and then called a young monk.

"Go and bring us a bed so that our old man can have a good rest!"

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

Between asking someone to move a bed and lie down here for interrogation, or sitting aside for interrogation, he decisively chose the latter.

What a joke, if he brings a bed, then everyone in Guangming Pavilion will know that his waist is bad. It’s so embarrassing! It’s so embarrassing!

"Etc., etc!"

Old Man Fuxi covered his waist and stopped the young monk.

"Oh, old man, I suddenly felt that my waist hurts a lot. I can bear it for a little longer. No, no, no, you go down!"

Seeing old man Fuxi going back on his word, Ye Fan raised the corner of his mouth. This was the effect he wanted.

After waiting for a long time, the young monks were unable to bring Uncle Feng.

Just as Ye Fan was about to go to the cell to take a look, a young monk suddenly broke in.

"Sir, it's not good, Uncle Feng has been kidnapped!"

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

"What did you say? Who is so bold as to dare to rob someone in my Guangming Pavilion!"

The little monk looked bitter.

"this……"

Seeing the young monk hesitating, Ye Fan frowned.

"It seems that they are going to completely break up their skin. In the end, they have lost all face and dare to attack directly in Guangming Pavilion!"

Ye Fan said sharply.

Di Jiang walked out from the side. As soon as the interrogation began, he hid his figure in the darkness next to him.

"Do you know who kidnapped Uncle Feng?"

The young monk shook his head in fear.

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

Di Jiang looked solemn.

Judging from what the young monk said, there is more than one person. How many other messy things are hidden in this Guangming Pavilion?

"They can't run far, search!"


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