Fujiwara Hideki was hit by the huge blow in front of him, hitting the sad place, and the old tears were all over the place, prostrate on the ground, choked and unable to speak.

I thought I could inflict heavy damage on my opponent, but I didn't think that harming others would not help me.

"Old fellow, you killed your people. Ye Fan looked at Fujiwara Hideki with contempt and no pity.

"It's me...... I'm the one who hurt you......" Fujiwara Hideki finally collapsed, beating his chest and crying, not only did this line fail to obtain any business opportunities to revitalize the family, but even the only dozen family samurai, including Fujiwara Masanobu, all died in a foreign country, and the Fujiwara family had no hope.

"Take the blame. Ye Fan snorted coldly, and a sound of broken footsteps sounded, and the little nun Joan of Arc ran out of the room with a thick Bible in her arms.

Seeing a large number of Japanese samurai in the living room, Joan of Arc's innocent eyes widened.

"Okay, what are you crying about, give you a knife, go outside and cut yourself off, don't howl here!" Ye Fan raised his foot and kicked a snowy *** and landed in front of Fujiwara Hideki.

Holding the long knife with trembling hands, Fujiwara Hideki came from his heart, the future of the family, the great revenge of the killing, will be hopeless, death is not terrible, what I am afraid of is that I will not be able to see the patriarchs of the past generations after death!

"Forgive him, he has been punished. A faint voice sounded, Fujiwara Hideki was stunned, and when he looked up, it was a little girl holding a Bible interceding for him.

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, turned his head to stare at Joan of Arc, and grinned: "If you say forgive, forgive? He committed a capital crime! In the Holy See, will you forgive a devil?"

Joan of Arc pursed her lips and exclaimed, "Yes!"

"Fart!" Ye Fancai didn't believe the little girl's nonsense, and raised a finger and asked loudly: "Don't say it's the devil, even the infidels you don't let go, do you remember Bruno who was burned at the stake? What is the difference between what you have done and the devil?"

Joan of Arc's little face was full of grievances, "That was in the Middle Ages, when people's minds were ignorant and backward......"

"Now too, don't forget what the Holy Spirit is, the very existence of the Holy See is a joke. Ye Fan hit the nail on the head to debunk her beliefs, "Even the book you are holding in your hand is not necessarily a legitimate way, if you have time to read more cultural books, you really don't have the foundation to read Time Magazine, you really can't pretend to be a god." ”

"I ......" where could the little nun say his mouth, full of grievances and anxious tears, but couldn't think of a way to persuade him to spare Fujiwara Hideki.

"Sorry for the trouble! Thank you!" Fujiwara Hideki suddenly bowed slightly to Joan of Arc, a gesture that made everyone slightly stunned.

He pays attention to etiquette?

Joan of Arc shook her head and approached Fujiwara Hideki with a Bible in her arms, with tears in her eyes: "I'm sorry, I can't save you." ”

"It's okay...... It's me who should say I'm sorry. Fujiwara Hideki grinned, a wicked smile on his seemingly kind and friendly face.

Sizzle-

The pungent smoke suddenly rose from his body, and the smell of ** was instantly filled!

Lu Qingyu and Tang Wan'er's faces changed immediately, and they were panicked!

This ruthless and vicious Japanese guy actually opened the ** fuse hidden in his body!

With the idea of ending up together, Fujiwara Hideki held back his strength and fought hard! Even if he couldn't kill Ye Fan, if he could kill one, he would count one as one, and if he killed two, he would earn one! He didn't believe that in two or three seconds, Ye Fan would have time to save three people at the same time!

"Haha-ha-ha-" Fujiwara Hideki laughed wildly, he could pull an enemy on his back when he was dying, and he could explain to the patriarchs of the past generations.

But before he finished laughing, his eyes went dark, and he completely lost consciousness, and his consciousness fell into eternal darkness.

Rumble!

A loud explosion was heard outside the window, pulling the three girls in the room back to reality.

Lu Qingyu quickly rushed to the window, and a huge wave seven or eight meters high on the sea was slowly shrinking, which was the aftermath of the explosion.

Ye Fan's figure condensed in the living room again, wiped the drops of water on his face, and his eyes fell on the trembling Joan of Arc.

Fujiwara Hideki died to the end, and almost caused a tragedy, it is really a thief who is not dead and unforgivable.

If it weren't for Ye Fan's psychological preparation, the art master was bold, and the scene in Vladivostok would have almost been repeated!

"Why...... Why did he do this......" Two lines of tears rolled down Joan's little face, she couldn't believe that people's hearts were so sinister, she wanted to save Fujiwara Hideki, but in exchange for the other party's desperate and vicious acts!

Ye Fan walked up to her, looked at Joan of Arc and said slowly: "There is such a nation, which is full of respect for everyone and can bend and stretch, but in their bones it is an outlier who has revenge and is not satisfied with anyone, and has a very hateful plot. Even if you beat him to the ground and call you grandpa, he is wondering when he will be able to take revenge. Such a race can no longer be influenced by kindness and preaching, not to mention that your so-called faith is just a papier-mâché truth, and it will not be taken into their eyes. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" Joan of Arc cried and sobbed, and she finally understood a simple truth with the lesson of blood, to be merciful to the real devil, and it will show you a mouth full of fangs.

"Growing up comes at a cost, Joan of Arc, you're right, it's the world that's wrong. Ye Fan turned back with a smile: "Okay, I'll clean up here, and you can bring Joan of Arc back to the room." ”

Tang Wan'er and Lu Qingyu came over and took away the little nun with the rain, and they also needed to stabilize their uneasy emotions.

Looking at the corpses on the floor, Ye Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, everything was solved, there would be no more fish that slipped through the net, right?

The Samadhi True Fire burned all these corpses, and together with their ***, they were smelted into a few drops of iron essence, and when the window was opened, Ye Fan threw away the residue, and then made a phone call.

In the corner of the western restaurant of the Carlos Hotel, Cheng Ziyi had just sent off the head of the Givenchy South American branch who had contacted her, and was about to check out and leave, when the mobile phone rang again.

In the past two days, she has been busy with the negotiation of cooperation with major luxury brands, including advertising endorsements, fashion shows, opening celebrations, and catwalks...... Cheng Ziyi was overwhelmed, almost dizzy by all kinds of fashionistas who fell from the sky, and she was tired of answering the phone and signing a contract.

But when she saw the caller number clearly, I don't know why, all the fatigue was swept away, and she couldn't help but lift her spirits and answer the phone.

"You're still in Rio?"

"Yes, I'm at the Carlos Hotel. Cheng Ziyi pursed her lips and answered truthfully.

"Do whatever you have to do, be your model, make enough money and fight to jump out of the fire, your life should not enter a dead end. ”

After saying this, the other party didn't give her any chance to speak, and directly ended the call.

Cheng Ziyi stood at the table with her mobile phone in her hand, what did his voiceover mean? This phone call didn't look like asking her whereabouts, but like saying goodbye and admonishing?

Cheng Ziyi couldn't guess this mysterious man at all, and suddenly, that sentence came to her ears again: I can make you fall, and I can help you stand up.

A thought kept rising and falling in Cheng Ziyi's heart, could this man who covered the sky with one hand be deliberately sent by her father to help her?

Thinking of this, she didn't care about being scolded by her father, and her fingers trembled and pressed the number she knew by heart but never dared to dial......