Just when the group of young monks were so frightened that they cried for their fathers and mothers, Ye Fan was already sitting comfortably in Di Jiang's office.
Next to him, there was a huge bucket, with a lifeless black and white dumpling floating in the bucket.
"Clean yourself well! I asked you to kill someone, but I didn't ask you to make yourself so dirty. You smell like blood!"
Ye Fan looked at the iron-eating beast with great disgust.
When the iron-eating beast heard this, he immediately started rubbing it vigorously with his two little paws.
After soaking for an hour, Ye Fan took him out of the bucket out of mercy.
The moment the iron-eating beast was fished out, it felt so comfortable that it was almost soaked with hair.
After Di Jiang took one person and one bear back to the office, he left in a hurry. Now that the news of the war had just been announced, he still had many things to arrange.
Ye Fan stayed bored in Di Jiang's office, so there was a scene where the iron-eating beast took a bath.
After the iron-eating beast dried itself, Di Jiang opened the door and walked in.
"How about it?"
As soon as Di Jiang entered the door, he couldn't wait to look at Mark.
"Aren't you still relieved that I'm doing something?"
Ye Fan stuffed the iron-eating beast into his sleeve, saving him from bothering Di Jiang.
"The scene was quite tragic, but there are still some survivors left. Just wait for them to come back and report the news to you."
Di Jiang breathed out, and finally there was a smile on his face.
"Very good, then our next step is Mr. Qingqiu."
The iron-eating beast stayed in Ye Fan's sleeve, listening to the conversation between the two.
In fact, he was particularly curious as to why Di Jiang, as the head of the Guangming Pavilion, sent him to kill the top leaders of the Guangming Pavilion?
He racked his brain and couldn't think of a reason.
But he didn't dare ask.
Di Jiang didn't like him originally, so if his casual question touched on some secrets, it wouldn't be cool.
In order to save its life, the iron-eating beast chose to keep its mouth shut, don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked, and ignore things that shouldn't be discussed.
"Okay, when will we leave?"
Ye Fan nodded.
Now he just needs to follow Di Jiang's arrangements.
Di Jiang thought for a moment.
"Let it pass in two days. You can wait until the news of Bizhi's death comes back before you take action."
"How are your arrangements inside Guangming Pavilion?"
Ye Fan asked.
What he did was simple, as long as he killed someone, the real problem lay with Dijiang.
Di Jiang rubbed his swollen eyebrows.
"It's not bad. With the cooperation of Youjumang, Shebishi and the others, everything went smoothly."
Ye Fan patted Di Jiang on the shoulder.
"If I can help you, just tell me and don't make yourself too tired. I believe Jiuyin doesn't want to see you like this."
The bronze mirror on the side reflected Di Jiang's tired face.
Zhu Jiuyin's spirit seemed to sense something, and suddenly appeared beside Di Jiang. The faint blue flame gently touched Di Jiang's hand.
Di Jiang chuckled twice, stretched out his hand and touched the head of the red dragon in the cold fire.
The temperature of the cold fire was very high, but Di Jiang would not be burned if he stretched out his hand to touch it. This was the tenderness Zhu Jiuyin gave Di Jiang.
"I will take care of myself, and I will wait for you to come back to me, don't worry."
Di Jiang said softly to the red little dragon.
The faint blue flame circled around Dijiang twice before dissipating in the air.
Ye Fan, who was standing aside, felt sore in his eyes. Suddenly, he missed Nan Yu a little bit...