My Cold and Beautiful Wife - Chapter 3395

[Chapter 3393 Alone]

“He was injured at the time. It was when he was sparring with an elder. He was injured and had no time to recover.”

“This matter, many people were present at the time, it doesn’t seem like an accident…”

“As for the Hundred Shadow Ghost Hand, his job is actually an assassin. He was busy with work at the time, so he couldn’t catch up.”

“I went to check, and Baiying Ghost Hand abstained as many as five times, all because of work, and it seems that there is nothing wrong.”

Ye Fan said disdainfully: “These two ‘abstentions’ seem to be justified, but in fact they can be controlled manually.”

Candlelight nodded, “It is indeed possible, but there is no clue at present. As for the last little fairy fashion design…”

Candlelight covered his mouth and smiled, “Master, guess who that is?”

“No…is it Bai Yi?”

“Yes, Bai Yi, he went to promote his new brand ‘Little Fairy Clothing’. ranked.”

“He abstained that day because he was busy with a ‘fashion show’, and he just didn’t feel in the mood to fight in those days, so he simply didn’t go.”

“It’s like something Bai Yi can do…” Ye Fan smiled wryly.

Patricia said, “Who was that Cannon Sword fought with?”

“One person,” Candlelight said.

“Of course we know it’s a person, just ask who it is,” Aier said.

“Ai’er… is just one person,” Ye Fan said with a smile.

“I know it’s a person, I mean…”

Ai Er was stunned for a moment, “Then… that person, called ‘one person’?”

Candlelight nodded, “Currently the second on the Sword Discourse Ranking, that is, the one who was disabled before. The first sword struck, ‘one man’”.

“How was the competition?” Ye Fan asked.

Candlelight took out a tablet and said, “The servant brought the video of that scene. The master’s eyesight is naturally better than that of the servant.”

Ye Fan opened the video, and it was the battle between Canjian and a person.

The black-clothed, black-cloak, and long-haired slaughtered sword played very gorgeously. Although the tricks were exquisite, there was also a performance element.

As for that person, he was dressed in white, had a slender figure, and also used a sword. He looked like a simple peasant.

After more than a dozen moves back and forth between the two, one person lost half of the move, was accidentally knocked off the ring, and surrendered as soon as he handed over.

“It seems…no problem,” Patricia said after reading it: “The attack and defense are very reasonable, and I thought that the broken sword was a show, it turned out to be a bit powerful.”

However, Ye Fan shook his head, “One person… didn’t play seriously, it was a fake match, but most people really couldn’t see it.”

“Then how did you see that?” Patricia said in disbelief.

“He made a move ahead of time, that is, soon.”

“Quick? Isn’t it good? Pre-emptive attack!”

Ye Fan laughed: “If a master makes a move, you expect to defeat your opponent with one move? That’s not realistic.”

“This is a sword argument . The top ten on the list are currently identified as Bai Yiyi and Huang Wanrou. The strength of these two people is lacking.”

“So if a ‘one person’ can be above them, he will definitely not be a rookie, and it also rules out that he does not understand these truths. possibility”.

“Unless a loophole is found, the first move of this ‘one person’ is a basic routine, which means that he has not found the opponent’s loophole, and it is not reasonable to make the first move.

” move”.

“The first is to be able to crush the opponent without wasting time.”

“The second is that you don’t care about winning or losing at all, that is, you just play casually.”

“In a duel between masters, what you care about is not who shoots first, but how you hit the backhand.”

“It’s like playing tennis, you can serve anyone, but catching the ball and hitting it back is the real skill…”

Ai Er said: “I see, it’s like playing chess, you need one move to count the next ten moves, dozens of moves… If you don’t plan to make a move, you just don’t care about winning or losing.”

“Yes,” Ye Fan laughed Dao: “Although a person plays very similar, but … he just tried his best to play his defeat.”

The women looked at Ye Fan with sparkling eyes. Every time a man explained his training and fighting skills, it was always very attractive.

Patricia also showed a sudden look, and stopped talking.

“Speaking of which, a person has some relationship with the master… The slaves went to investigate and found out by accident.”

“Oh? Is it still an old acquaintance?” Ye Fan wondered, disguised?

“His biological father… is Zhuang Biyou! A person’s real name is actually ‘Zhuang He’.”

Ye Fan was stunned, “It means…”

“You and him have a revenge for killing your father,” Candlelight’s eyes could not hide Live the excitement.

Ye Fan was expressionless. After all, he had no regrets for killing Zhuang Biyou.

“Why do you play a fake match, have you found out?”

“The slaves can’t even tell if it’s a fake match, so naturally there is no clue,” Candlelight said.

“Mostly, it has something to do with your husband, and you have to tie the bell to untie the bell…”

Su Qingxue said with a deep expression.

Ye Fan smiled and said, “Wife, you already knew that this Zhuang He is the son of Zhuang Biyou, right? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“There are many descendants of Zhuang Biyou, and this Zhuang He is him. A very unremarkable bastard.”

“Zhuang He’s mother is a mortal, a country woman, and Zhuang Biyou got such a son just for fun.”

“I even doubt that Zhuang He has ever met this biological father…”

“But at the moment, Zhuang He may really mean to help that Can Jian and target your husband.”

Su Qingxue asked, “How about… I will use the name of Lunjiantai to find Zhuang He, and you will ask him face-to-face?”

Ye Fan looked at the video and thought about it for a while, then he accepted.

Two hours later, the Human Alliance Building.

A young man dressed in a white ranger costume and holding an old flying sword with a grim expression walked into the discussion hall.

“In Xiazhuanghe, I don’t know who is in charge of the Sword Discourse Platform, so he called me here?”

Zhuanghe looked around, but saw no one.

Just when he was wondering, he felt that someone was approaching behind him!

He drew his sword like lightning, and a white rainbow flickered, piercing the eyebrows of the person behind him!

“Ding!”

A finger gently withstood the sword.

“Ye Fan!?”

Zhuang He’s eyes narrowed, and he quickly took two steps back, waiting for him.

“People in the world are used to calling me Sword God, but you call me by my name?” Ye Fan said with a playful smile.

“Killing my father’s enemy is inseparable. You deserve my honorary title?” Zhuang He sneered.

“As far as I know… Zhuang Biyou doesn’t care about your mother and son at all. You were born by a river, so I called you a single name with the word ‘river’.

” Descendants, don’t come to avenge him, you illegitimate son, you haven’t even met your biological father a few times, how can you care more than anyone else?”

Ye Fan was a little puzzled.

Zhuang He sneered: “They don’t take revenge because they are afraid of you! They are greedy for life and afraid of death!”

“My mother never regretted giving birth to me, and she never regretted being with her father. The kindness that gave birth to me, the love of flesh and blood, How can you judge at will?”

“Even though my father and I only met a few times during his lifetime, he never starved our mother and son, and never forgot our mother and son, and gave me this sword…”

With one hand, Zhuang He slowly brushed the flying sword, a low-grade spiritual weapon that had experienced countless winds and frosts.

This kind of thing, for the ten statues of Zhuang Biyou, there are as many as you want.

But for Zhuang He, it is a priceless treasure!

“Since he recognizes my son, then you… are my father-killing enemy!”

Ye Fan looked at Zhuang He with complicated eyes, and was silent for a while, then asked, “So… you help Can Jian reach the top, Are you trying to plot against me?”

[End of this Chapter]