But where no one noticed, Xiang Liu's eyes darkened.
He just seemed to hear the young monk calling this young human monk - Lord Ye Fan.
If he heard correctly, it means that the man in front of him is the Ye Fan that the old gentleman said.
The ordinary monks of the evil sect killed them as they wished. After all, they had done countless evil things on weekdays and deserved to die, but the higher-ups couldn't let them off so easily.
Ye Fan grabbed Aqun's collar, dragged him behind him, and then wrapped Xiang Liu with a gray spiritual power.
The moment he was entangled by the gray spiritual power, Xiang Liu felt as if his spiritual power had completely disappeared. He couldn't feel it at all, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not break away from the gray spiritual power.
Ye Fan picked up Xiang Liu's big bow that he had thrown on the ground and put it on Xiang Liu's body.
"Qinglong, we should go back, don't let our fragile Lord Xiang Liu catch the cold."
At this time, Xiang Liu, who had lost his spiritual power, looked even more fragile.
It seems like it will fall over if the wind blows.
Ye Fan took out a chain from somewhere, wrapped it around the gray streak, pulled Xiang Liu, and walked towards the Qinglong Military Camp.
Being held back like this, Xiang Liu felt very humiliated, but his spiritual power was blocked at the moment, and his old injuries were faintly threatening to recur, so he could only follow Ye Fan obediently.
after all……
He glanced secretly and saw Aqun being dragged away by Ye Fan next to him...
...Forget it, it's better to be pulled than to be dragged...
Ye Fan grabbed them both with one hand, Qinglong walked aside as if nothing had happened, and the remaining monks helped each other and walked into the Qinglong military camp.
The monks waiting inside the border saw this large group of pale-faced people and had no idea what was happening. They thought they had lost the battle.
Only those teams trained by Ye Fan were covering their mouths and laughing secretly.
Hahaha! Feel the fear of being dominated by Ye Fan!
After Ye Fan expressionlessly threw Aqun to Qinglong, he took Xiang Liu into his room.
"I believe Master Xiang Liu is aware of current affairs and will not embarrass me? Right!"
Ye Fan sat in front of the table and poured a cup of tea for Xiang Liu.
"You are quite interesting. After arresting a high-level member of the evil sect like me, instead of imprisoning me, you invited me to your tent for tea?"
Xiang Liu looked at Ye Fan, but Ye Fan was not embarrassed and just let him look at him.
"How's it going, Master Xiangliu, do I look good?"
After a long while, Ye Fan put down the tea cup in his hand and smiled at Xiang Liu.
"Tell me, what happened to me? I don't think you are the kind of person who would just invite me to tea."
Just when Xiang Liu was looking at Ye Fan, Ye Fan had already loosened his restraints.
He sat across from Ye Fan, picked up the cup of tea, and took a sip.
"According to my observation, Mr. Xiang Liu should be a very ambitious person. How could he condescend to such a small place?"
As Ye Fan said that, Xiang Liu suddenly remembered what the old man told him in the middle of the night today that he would leave this ghost place within three days.
But plans can never keep up with changes. Who would have thought that the Illuminati would surprise him in the middle of the night.
Now, let alone leaving this hellish place, whether they can survive or not depends on Mark and the others' mood.
