With deep facial features, a tall and prominent nose bridge, thick lips, and this Muscovite tyrant-style dress, except for the pair of black pupils, Ye Fan has completely become another person.

People who don't know the inside story will definitely think of him as a mixed-race man with Eurasian ancestry, which is very numerous in Russia, like Natasha, who is also half Asian.

"You...... Can you do magic?" Natasha couldn't understand, if it weren't for the fact that he hadn't changed his body and had been moving under her nose, she couldn't believe it was the same person before and after.

"Think of it as magic, get a car, get out of here first. Ye Fan waved her hand, unwilling to explain more, she couldn't understand the explanation, the cultural inheritance of the East and the West is already different, and the word Xiuzhen contains thousands of truths, not something that can be explained in three words.

With a twinkle in her eyes, Natasha followed him out of the clothing store.

Looking at Ye Fan's figure, Katyusha showed suspicion, this is definitely not magic, there are too many mysteries in this Chinese man, such a man is especially easy to attract women, especially an arrogant woman like Katyusha.

After robbing the clothing store, the three of them went their separate ways, and Katyusha's goal was to find out where Ke Liyan was, a task that was a piece of cake for special forces.

As for the other two, in a "borrowed" car, they drove to the avenue to Moscow.

In the afternoon, a man and a woman walked into the Alexander Hotel in Moscow, the men and women were very well-dressed, and like the people who came and went, most of them were middle-class wealthy people.

The beautiful woman took the man's arm and stepped straight into the elevator.

They didn't open the room, maybe they had already booked a room a few days ago, after all, there are hundreds of rooms in the hotel, and the front desk clerk took a slight look and turned his attention to the next guest.

The elevator stopped on the tenth floor, the corridor was quiet and elegant, Ye Fan and Natasha exchanged glances, still pretending to be a couple, and when they were still seven or eight steps away from the door, Ye Fan suddenly stopped.

Natasha's eyes were full of questions, was there a situation?, her right hand reached into her bag, and she clenched the pistol.

After gesticulating, Ye Fan motioned for her to stand here and not act rashly, took out the room card from her pocket, and walked to the room alone.

The room card inducts the electronic lock and makes a soft sound.

As soon as the sound of the electronic lock sounded, Ye Fan's figure immediately disappeared at the door without warning!

This strange scene made Natasha look straight.

And at this moment, in the dark room, Ye Fan stood there, looking at the man holding the gun behind the door with a playful smile.

The man is dressed in black leather clothes, with the iconic strong figure of a Russian man, and the pistol is equipped with ***, which is very professional. He was aiming at the door, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the visitor, but he didn't know that the prey had unwittingly circled behind him!

A heavy blow hit the back of his head, the Russian man fell limply to the floor, and when his pistol was about to touch the floor, he suddenly changed the trajectory of the fall and fell into Ye Fan's hand, and at the same time, the paralyzed body was also gently supported and put down against the wall.

Ye Fan was so cautious because there was another person in the room.

After killing the guy, he strode straight to the living room, and just as the agent raised his startled face, a shot shot shot him in the skull.

Getting rid of the cockroaches, Ye Fan got down from the bathtub in the bathroom and took out Jiang Yuan's flying sword, this trip to Russia, in line with the principle of light travel and simplicity, he only brought this flying sword, he thought that he didn't need to use this to complete the agreement with Ivanov, but the adventures experienced in the Ural Mountains made him realize that this trip was full of crises, and Russia had a vast geography, maybe there would be some anomalies.

Although there are still a few days before the date of the meeting with Anna, Ye Fan can no longer wait, after taking the flying sword, he will not appear at the Alexander Hotel again, killing these two agents, and the Russian military may once again go all out to search for the suspects.

Pulling their suitcases, Ye Fan and Natasha hurriedly left the hotel through the back door.

"Where are you going now?" Walking on the streets of Moscow, Natasha has no opinion, looking around, the bustling streets and crowded crowds used to be the best targets for their suicide attacks, and now, the scenery is still like this, but the mood is different.

How ridiculous it seems to have escaped death several times, witnessed the strength and invincibility of the military and the country, and the kind of desperate struggle in the past. Now that the Black Widow organization has collapsed, Natasha's unwavering belief in her heart has gradually collapsed until it dies......

"Wait, wait for news from Katyusha. Ye Fan took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, and waved his hand: "Find a restaurant to fill your stomach first." ”

"Listen to you!" This is exactly what Natasha wants to do most at the moment, she hasn't had a full meal for two days, and when she hears about eating, she feels even more hungry and can't wait.

Sitting in a pizza shop, Ye Fan tasted lemonade and silently watched Natasha's gluttonous appearance.

It wasn't until she cleared a large stack of plates and burped that Ye Fan smiled and handed over a napkin: "Is there a way to contact Anna?"

Natasha's face turned cold when she heard this: "No!"

"Oh. Ye Fan nodded quietly, dropped a few dollar bills, and pulled Natasha into the street. Leaving his suitcase in a remote youth hostel, Ye Fan found an excuse to go out, leaving Natasha alone in the room.

"Yes, that's it, please wrap it up. Gesturing, Ye Fan took the pocket from the salesman's hand.

Then, he carried this set of women's underwear and walked into a pharmacy that dealt in Chinese herbal medicines.

There are a large number of Chinese in Moscow, and this pharmacy is a relatively well-known time-honored brand nearby...... Everything is in accordance with the ancient way of inheriting thousands of years, and those medicine boxes, small scales, and medicinal tools that are old all carry a long-standing atmosphere of the times.

"Sir, this is the medicinal soup you wanted. More than an hour passed, and the shopkeeper personally sent the boiled medicinal soup to Ye Fan, and this young man, who was extremely proficient in Chinese medicinal materials, aroused his interest.

"How much?" Ye Fan took out a stack of banknotes.

"This ...... Listening to the accent, you are also Chinese, right?" The boss asked carefully: "If it is a family, I can't accept this money, I can't accept this old grandson, take the liberty of asking, your ancestor is ......?"

Ye Fan is still showing his Eurasian mixed appearance at the moment, and Boss Sun is a little unsure of his identity, but his fluent Chinese is a native accent.

"Oh, my surname is Ye, my ancestor is a person from Xinghai, boss, how do you say this?" Ye Fan smiled, he also heard it, this old man's hometown must be in the south, probably in the Suzhou, Shanghai and Hangzhou regions.

"Sure enough, it's a hometown person, treating diseases and saving people, money is just a foreign thing, Mr. Ye, these herbs are not worth a few dollars, just make a friend, and often come to talk about it when you have time, and the small shop is waiting for you wholeheartedly. ”

Ye Fan smiled and nodded, but he knew that he was afraid that he would have to live up to this hospitality, Moscow is not a place to stay for a long time, how can he have the mood and opportunity to come over and chat.

After thinking about it, Ye Fan asked: "Okay, Boss Sun, it's better to be respectful than to obey your fate, have you ever written down the recipe I asked for just now?"

"I can't hide it, but I can't remember it. Boss Sun was a little embarrassed, Ye Fan reported dozens of Chinese medicines in one breath, and the guys were busy, where did they have the opportunity to memorize other people's prescriptions.

"Bring a pen and paper. ”

The man immediately brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, dipped in thick ink, and Ye Fan quickly wrote a long list of medicinal materials on the paper.

The handwriting of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing penetrated the back of the paper, which made Sun Dongling sincerely admire and admire.

This good hand must come from a famous family, but his appearance is ...... It's a pity!

Thinking that people should not be good-looking, and the sea water should not be measured, Sun Dongling secretly blamed himself, lest he would snub the distinguished guests.

"It's done, Boss Sun, this is the recipe of Qiongyu ointment, the decoction is cool, applied externally and internally, and can remove all kinds of scars such as sword burns. Putting down the wolf's pen, Ye Fan picked up his decoction: "It's not too early, I'll come back to disturb when I have the opportunity to catch up with Boss Sun." ”

"Qiongyu ointment?" Sun Dongling, who had studied various medical classics since childhood, suddenly woke up, is this not a lost immortal prescription in the legendary Chinese medicine king Sun Simiao's epic pharmacopoeia "Qianjin Fang"?