Chapter: 1777
Amazing skills!
Liang Haonan and the others looked at the thin figure in the night as if they were watching a ghost, their hearts were filled with cold air, and they couldn't say a word for a long time.
Of course, for them, apart from tremors, there was more panic.
In the end, it was Liang Haonan who came back to his senses first, ran over and knelt down to Ye Fan with a bang, his forehead was almost bleeding when he hit the ground, begging sadly: "Master, I was wrong!"
"I, Liang Haonan, have blind eyes and misheard the villain's words."
"For the sake of the Li family, Master, please spare my life."
Liang Haonan almost cried, filled with hatred and regret in his heart.
He hated that bastard Zhou Botong, a good-for-nothing himself, but acted recklessly and forced the real master away.
What I regret is that I should not have been bewitched by Zhou Botong to drive Ye Fan away.
"Master, you really can't blame me, it's Zhou Botong."
"It's Zhou Botong who received a thousand knives. I was deceived by him."
"Otherwise, even if you lend me a hundred guts, I, Liang Haonan, wouldn't dare drive you away?" Liang Haonan knelt down and begged sadly.
Ye Fan listened, but shook his head and sneered: "Really?"
"Zhou Botong, what do you think of Patriarch Liang's words?"
At this time, Ye Fan turned his head to look at Zhou Botong who was lying in a pool of blood in the distance.
Um?
Liang Haonan and the others were stunned for a moment: "Zhou...Zhou Botong, isn't he dead?"
Sure enough, no one responded.
Zhou Botong was still lying on the haystack, motionless.
"Zhou Botong, do you still want to pretend?"
Ye Fan's brows and eyes were serious, his words became colder and colder, and he said again in a cold voice: "Be careful, I will really send you on your way!"
"Don't~"
"Sir, I was wrong, I shouldn't offend you."
"I'm willing to be an ox and a horse for my husband in the future. I just ask him to give me a way out."
Under the astonished gazes of Liang Haonan and others, they saw Zhou Botong, who had just fallen into a pool of blood, as if he was a fake corpse, he rubbed against him, then got up, and knelt down to Ye Fan, begging for mercy.
"Ci'ao!"
"This old bastard!"
"Ganqing has been playing dead~"
Liang Haonan gritted his teeth angrily, wishing he could kick this old trash to death.
"Sir, I was really wrong." JrNovels.com