Seeing Ye Fan and Zhao Ling'er both appearing, Prince Haman hurriedly walked a few steps forward to meet him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The hands are intertwined in front of the chest, making the highest courtesy of the Arabs to greet the guests.

"What are you doing? Nothing to do, either a traitor or a thief, is he plotting against him, who does he fall in love with?" Ye Fan deliberately pretended to be arrogant and unreasonable, and came to make a noise to test Haman's details.

Of course, the Arab prince could understand Chinese, and he couldn't cry or laugh when he heard it, and cast a look at Zhao Ling'er for help.

"What nonsense are you talking about, people have business. ”

"What's the matter?" Ye Fan rolled his eyes, reached out and patted Haman's shoulder: "If you want to apologize, you will be exempted, I remind you, don't think about anything wrong." ”

Zhao Ling'er rolled her eyes, daring to love, Ye Fan regarded Haman as a potential rival in love, who would that imaginary girl be?

"No, no. Prince Haman waved his hands and explained sincerely: "As for Ibrahim, the Chieftaincy has made a decision to judge and put him to death. ”

"Ibrahim?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, remembering that there was such a person.

If Haman hadn't said it, he would have forgotten about this guy a long time ago, wait, stoning? Isn't that the death penalty? In the Arab world of the Middle East, stoned prisoners to death is the most representative special punishment.

What did Iprahim do? because he was involved in the Hunter Game?

When Ye Fan was suspicious, Haman nodded and said, "Yes, Ibrahim violated the teachings of Allah and murdered Mr. Ye, and deserved to be punished with capital punishment." ”

"Oh...... That's ......" Ye Fan's shrewd mind like a ghost immediately understood the hidden reason, during his serious injury, something major must have happened, which eventually led to the revelation of Ibrahim's conspiracy, and Gui was the prince of the United Arab Emirates, and he could not escape death.

Haman continued to say to him: "Tomorrow at noon, in the backyard of the palace, Ibrahim will be stoned, and Mr. Ye will be invited to be present to supervise. ”

"Then I'm not a prisoner? Haha, well, I like this. Ye Fan rubbed his hands and said with a wicked smile: "What's the matter?"

Hammam's expression was shocked, and he hurriedly said: "My father, Sheikh Caliph, wants me to send you the most sincere apologies and greetings, and if there is any need, the UAE royal family will be happy to provide you with all services." ”

"The service will be exempted, so let's make a note first, you owe me a favor. ”

Harman smiled and nodded, in approval.

"Okay, nothing else, let's go back and rest first, and see you tomorrow at noon." Ye Fan waved his hand and yawned, and when he turned around, he suddenly thought of something: "By the way, you are full of gold here, can you give me some fun?"

"How much do you want? Absolutely. Haman smiled playfully, this prince turned out to be a greedy master.

"Let's get seven or eight hundred pounds first, it's not enough to ask for you. After Ye Fan finished speaking, he dragged Zhao Ling'er to flash and not give Haman a chance to repent.

Seven or eight hundred catties? What does he want so much gold for? Haman pinched his chin and watched the figures of Ye Fan and the others go away, revealing a puzzled look.

"What the hell did that Ibrahim do?"

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