Chapter 1090: A Transmission of Heart and Soul

The woman on the phone hung up after she finished speaking. 。Back in their seats, Liu Qin said in a low voice, "A Biao, you go." 。The old man is probably waiting for you. 。Qin Biao stood up, greeted t..."Xiaofan, how are you" Si Kong Yanran saw Ye Fan finally come out, and excitedly stepped forward. However, she saw the peerless beauty Ye Fan was holding, her eyes full of strange meaning. How could Xiao Qi be so oblivious at this time, still forgetting to flirt with girls

Ye Fan didn't even have time to explain more to them. He shouted at TuTu, "Take them away from here immediately, as far away as possible."

Tuttu didn't say a word, but turned and walked towards the car parked beside him. It was Ye Fan's Chery QQ.

"Ye Fan, what exactly happened" Yu Fei asked, her voice laced with surprise and uncertainty.

“No time to say more, remember, no matter what happens, don't come back,” Ye Fan turned his head again and shouted at Miao Rou, “And you, live well for me. If you die too, how can I kill my stupid woman”

After Ye Fan finished speaking, he turned and walked back. With a flash, his figure disappeared.

Miao Rou stared blankly in the direction Ye Fan disappeared, her mind unable to catch up. He actually called her a silly woman.

Her fists were clenched tight, she had to kill him with her own hands. But he could only die at her hand, she hoped he wouldn't have any accidents this time.

At this time, Tutu had already started Ye Fan's car and turned it around. Several women got into the car one by one. Miao Rou hesitated but still got in.

After she went in, Tutu immediately slammed on the gas pedal and sped off like a bolt of lightning.

Ye Fan returned to the venue, but this time, he had a fire god cannon on his shoulders. It was Tu Tula's weapon.

He also casually picked up Tutu's signature sunglasses and put them on, blocking the doorway as if he were a god descending to earth.

Ye Fan looked up, and in just a short while, the situation on the field had changed drastically. The soldiers were retreating steadily, being beaten badly by the Night Wolves. As for Fatty, he was completely suppressed by the Thousand-Faced True Monarch, the situation was very dire, and Kong Hua, the Pig Brother, ...

That was a terrible sight. Ye Fan's Night Squad fared better, they were all quick-witted, and at the first sign of trouble, they dodged and weaved. When it came to running away, no one could match them.

But Lang Si and his elite group brought from Yanjing got involved, they were practically beaten up by Kong Hua like pigs.

Kong Hua, the pig demon, kicked them away one by one with a single foot. They were wearing those perverted fire-fighter suits, this latest type that looked like armor, and their defense was quite good. Although Kong Hua’s every kick was earth-shattering, sending them flying away each time.

But once it landed on them, it was just a brief pain. After being kicked away by Kong Hua, they would immediately get up and jump back into the fight.

They were lucky to be wearing those clothes, otherwise the pig would have kicked them to death.

However, even so, they all felt their skin ripped and flesh torn, every inch of their bodies aching. They were fighting Gema with sheer willpower, knowing that if they didn't, none of them would survive.

The Night Raid troops are even more useless. They only rely on cheap tricks like sneak attacks and ambushes. They may be experts at such cowardly tactics, but the problem is that they have run out of their stinking grenades.

A truckload of stink bombs were thrown in, but not a single hair on Pig Brother's body was singed.

After tossing their weapons, these members of the Night Force squad simply said, "Hold the line, brothers."

Then they collectively retreated to the back to cheer on.

Their retreat, their posture, their movements, their speed, it was truly remarkable.

Ye Fan saw all this from afar, his brows furrowed. Pig Brother was truly not simple; he had actually exhausted all the trump cards of the Dark Night Squad and was still unharmed. This in itself was already a battle worth being proud of.

Ye Fan knew, if this continued, they would all be finished.

Ye Fan didn't hesitate any longer. He aimed at Kong Hua, the pig-headed man over there, and fired a shot.

With a roar

Ye Fan couldn't help but take a step back, the recoil from his shoulder was simply too great.

Pig Kong Hua had just been hit by the rocket launcher, covered in soot and dust. He had already been on guard, and he had also noticed Ye Fan by the door. When Ye Fan fired at him, he immediately dodged.

The shot, of course, missed its mark and blew the wall behind it to pieces.

Piggo Kong Hua looked at Ye Fan's eyes, a glimmer of mockery flashing in them, as if saying, "You think you can hit me Dream on!"

Ye Fan ignored him completely. His purpose in firing the gun wasn't to actually hit Zhu Ge, after all. Now that everyone on the scene was focused on him, Ye Fan had already achieved his desired effect.

He exhaled true qi and shouted loudly: “Fatty, the members of the Dark Night Corps, listen to my order, retreat!”

Upon hearing Ye Fan's command, the members of the Dark Night Squad didn't hesitate for a moment. They swarmed towards him like bees, instantly reaching his side.

Ye Fan never expected that his Night Force would still be a mobile force, it was incredibly fast.

"Grandpa doesn't have time to play with you, I'm leaving first."

The fat man, who was engaged in a fierce battle with the Thousand-Faced Celestial Master, suddenly made a slip. He dodged an attack from the Thousand-Faced Celestial Master and then turned around to retreat hastily.

"Can you escape" Qian Mian Zhenjun roared, his voice filled with fury. It was clear he had seen through the fat man's intentions and taken a prime position first, landing a powerful punch towards him.

The fat man was eager to leave and didn't notice Qian Mian Zhenjun's change. He received Qian Mian Zhenjun's punch head-on. He felt a burning sensation in his internal organs, but although he took the blow, it wasn't without its effect. The force of the punch sent him flying several steps back. Taking advantage of the momentum, the fat man shook himself and floated backwards several more steps.

Qian Mian Zhenjun was still not convinced and wanted to chase after them, but the Fatty had already picked up a drumstick in his hand. He channeled his true qi silently and suddenly turned back, saying, "Taste my fatty's drumstick bomb!"

Having finished speaking, the fat man suddenly shook his hand, a ball of light with flowing radiance shot towards the Thousand-Faced True Monarch who was rushing over.

Who would have thought that the thousand-faced True Lord, who was chasing after the fat man at full speed, would suddenly realize that the drumstick the fat man had just been eating had turned into a weapon.

He subconsciously ducked, narrowly avoiding the chicken leg that flew past him. A loud bang echoed behind him. Qian Mian Zhenjun was startled. He couldn't fathom how a simple chicken leg could possess such immense power. the food for personal purposes. ” 。After saying that, he stood at attention and didn't dare to look at Ye Fan again. 。Shrugging, Ye Fan placed the fruit on the table. He didn't really have the appet...