It is indeed hateful that Mr. Dong lives an ignoble existence while the seller seeks glory!
But what's even more hateful is Han Feng who came to take advantage of the situation.
Ye Fan held Qiao Xier's hand tightly and walked step by step towards Han Feng and the Han family.
"What...what do you want to do?"
Han Feng said tremblingly, no longer as arrogant as before, and his eyes were filled with unconcealable horror.
Next to it, the left and right shoulder blades of the great worshipper were completely pierced, and he was covered in blood and was dying.
In fact, just after Ye Fan killed the guillotine, Han Feng had enough time to escape, but he still did not escape.
It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I don’t dare!
Han Feng is a Yuanying monk. Although he is only in the early stage of Yuanying, he is still considered a master among the younger generation.
However, what he faced was Ye Fan, who could kill at will even with the guillotine.&1t;i>&1t;/i>
He knew that if Ye Fan really wanted to go on a killing spree, he would not be able to escape from this barren mountain. Instead of struggling in vain, it would be better to save some energy.
At this time, Ye Fan turned to look at Qiao Xier and asked: "Xier, what on earth has this guy done to you? Today, I will make the decision for you!"
"Brother Ye..." Qiao Xier blinked her big eyes, hesitated for a moment, and lowered her voice: "This guy once wanted to forcibly molest me. Fortunately, I ran fast! Later, I secretly asked someone to inquire. It is said that he
I don’t know how many girls were kidnapped behind my back! But intimidated by the power of the Han family, those girls didn’t dare to cry out for injustice!”
When Ye Fan heard this, his face suddenly became gloomy, his sharp eyes were like a sword cutting through thorns, piercing straight towards Han Feng, and asked in a deep voice: "Tell me! How many young girls have you ruined?"
"No...no! These are all nonsense from outsiders, slander and frame-up!"&1t;i>&1t;/i>
Han Feng quickly denied it, but his trembling tone and panic in his eyes revealed the uneasiness in his heart.
"How dare you quibble?!"
Ye Fan raised the bone soul-stealing chain high, swung it hard, and swung it towards Han Feng's face.
"Pia!"
Caught off guard, Han Feng had no time to dodge and was hit hard.
That handsome face suddenly became bloody and bloody, with long scars almost running through the entire face, which was shocking.
"Ahhh!"
Han Feng let out a shrill scream. In addition to hatred, there was more fear in his eyes. Not to mention fighting back, he didn't even dare to curse.
In the face of absolute strength, all his pride was vulnerable and crushed to pieces.
"Tell me honestly, how many girls have you violated?" Ye Fan asked sharply.&1t;i>&1t;/i>
"No...I don't know..." Han Feng stammered.
Ye Fan's eyes froze when he heard this, and he raised his right hand as a gesture to draw again.
"Wait!" Han Feng quickly stopped him: "Ye... Mr. Ye, I didn't lie to you! I really don't know... I can't remember clearly..."
"Can't remember?!"
Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, and then his heart burned with raging anger.
How many girls has Han Feng tortured before he can’t even remember them?!
…
"Give me a rough number!"
Ye Fan's tone was cold, and there was an irresistible will between the lines.
Han Feng shrank his neck subconsciously, thought for a moment, and said shakily: "About two hundred...ah no - one hundred, fifty or sixty!"&1t;i>&1t;/i>
When Ye Fan heard this, his expression did not change, but his eyes suddenly turned sharp, revealing a needle-like sharpness that was so compelling that he said word by word: "What should I call a person like you? I call you a beast.
, shouldn’t be an exaggeration, right?”
"Master Ye, what you are teaching me is that I...I am a beast, I am scum, I am garbage!"
As Han Feng spoke, he slapped his own face hard and begged for mercy: "Young Master Ye, in your capacity, if you kill a beast like me, wouldn't you be dirtying your hands? Otherwise, wouldn't it be dirty?"
...You'd better let me live!"
"That's right! Killing you will indeed make my hands dirty!" Ye Fan said.
Upon hearing this, Han Feng's eyes lit up, as if he saw hope.
"but--"
Suddenly, Ye Fan changed the subject and burst out with overwhelming murderous intent, saying: "For a beast like you, a scum, it would be too easy to kill you directly! You have ruined so many girls, I will slap you two hundred times, you
If you can handle it, then I won’t pursue it anymore!”&1t;i>&1t;/i>
After saying that, Ye Fan suddenly shook the bone soul-stealing chain in his hand and continued to draw it towards Han Feng.
The chain tore through the sky, making a harsh sonic boom sound, swift and violent, without any mercy.
If it is hit, even a peak Nascent Soul warrior cannot withstand it!
Han Feng knew that Ye Fan was determined to kill him and subconsciously wanted to escape, but where could he escape?
"Pia!"
The bone soul-stealing chain struck hard at his left knee, and in an instant it seemed to turn into a guillotine, indestructible.
The next moment, a flat incision appeared on Han Feng's left knee.
The left calf was cut off instantly, and blood gushed out like a fountain, spreading all over the ground.
Han Feng, who was running away, suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground.
"pia!pia!pia..."&1t;i>&1t;/i>
Immediately, heavy chain shadows formed a dense network in mid-air, sweeping towards Han Feng.
Within a dozen strokes, Han Feng was already covered in cuts and bruises, dripping with blood, and screamed repeatedly:
"Ahhh! It's so painful that I'm going to die!"
"Stop it, I just played with some mean women, how dare you do this to me?"
"If you kill me, my father will never let you go!"
"Ho ho ho... I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"
Slowly, Han Feng's screams became smaller and smaller, becoming silent.
When the ninety-eighth draw was drawn, Han Feng had lost all his vitality and died.
However, Ye Fan still did not stop and continued to whip his body.
"One hundred and ninety-eight!"&1t;i>&1t;/i>
"One hundred ninety-nine!"
"two hundred!"
…
After a full two hundred strokes, Ye Fan stopped.
At this time, Han Feng's body had been turned into hundreds of corpses. The flesh and blood were so bloody that even his biological parents could not recognize him.
But there was no mercy or sympathy on Ye Fan's face.
Sometimes, killing one evil person means saving a hundred good people!
If this is a sin, Ye Fan would rather bear all the sins in the world alone!
When you are in darkness, your heart is toward the light!
Even if your hands are stained with blood and you are burdened with countless sins, you must keep your faith!
"Woooooooo..."
Suddenly, Ye Fan heard the sound of sobbing and turned to look, only to see Qiao Xier choked with sobs.&1t;i>&1t;/i>
"Xier, what's wrong? Are you scared by me?" Ye Fan asked.
"No! Brother Ye, I thought of those girls who were persecuted by Han Feng. Their great revenge has finally been avenged. I thank you on their behalf!" Qiao Xier threw herself into Ye Fan's arms and wet him with tears.
chest.
Ye Fan patted her shoulder and said, "Xier, I just did what I should do!"
With that said, Ye Fan turned his head and looked at the Han family's great minister who was lying limply on the ground.
The great priest fell into a coma, and was eroded by the evil spirit of the Bone Soul-Seizing Chain. He was breathing out more than he was breathing in. Seeing that he was not going to live long, Ye Fan was too lazy to "make up for it" again.
"By the way, Xi'er, your father is still in danger, let's hurry up and rescue him!" Ye Fan reminded.
"Yeah!" Qiao Xier wiped away her tears, feeling a little more secure in her heart.
In her opinion, Ye Fan is so powerful that as long as he is willing to lend a helping hand, he can definitely save the Qiao family from fire and water.
"Come, let me hold you, it will go faster!"
As Ye Fan spoke, he picked up her legs with one hand, held her beautiful back with the other, and held her in his arms like a princess.
Feeling the aura of an adult man on Ye Fan, Qiao Xier's pretty face turned slightly red, and her eyes flickered, revealing a bit of the shyness of a little daughter.
What girl is not pregnant?
Although Qiao Xier is not very old, she has secretly longed for the appearance of Prince Charming.
"Ahem... Xi'er, why are you standing still? Tell me the location of the Qiao family quickly, I don't know the way!"
Ye Fan's words brought her back to her senses.
"Ah! Well...five hundred miles northwest from here is Xuanmo City. Our Qiao family is just outside Xuanmo City!" Qiao Xier said quickly.
Ye Fan used all his strength to reach the destination in just one hour, which was originally a day's journey.
The Qiao family is located on the outskirts of Xuanmo City. The Qiao family's mansion is magnificent and covers an area of hundreds of acres.
However, when Ye Fan arrived, he found that there was no one around the mansion and it was eerily quiet.
"Eh? Where are the He family members? Have they retreated?" Qiao Xier asked innocently.
"No!"
Ye Fan shook his head and said word by word: "Xier, your Qiao family has probably fallen!"