Chapter 1019 Return It to You

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Ye Fan sat down slowly, and quietly looked at the old white man in front of him for a while.

If it wasn't for the spiritual imprint that guided Ye Fan to find this place, Ye Fan still wouldn't believe it...

The seemingly ordinary white old man in front of him was the one who made all the high-level officials of the Xia Kingdom panic. The troubles were full of dangers, and the grass and trees were full of soldiers. The people of Yinlong ambushed everywhere to protect experts and scholars, and Ye Fan felt helpless like never before.

"postman……"

Ye Fan murmured, unexpectedly, he wasn't particularly irritable or angry.

I don't know why, after two or three days of chasing, almost circumnavigating the earth, going through life and death, finally found this guy...Ye Fan is not very excited.

Of course, Ye Fan is still sad and angry, because this guy killed the most important elder in his heart, Dean Li...

However, the sadness and anger at the moment are different from when she just learned of Dean Li's death.

Ye Fan didn't know if it was because he had learned something new after hearing some words from the tyrant, or because of some other reason.

In short, I originally thought that if I met him, I would kill him, but in fact it was the opposite, and the scene was surprisingly peaceful.

"Why did you stop?" Ye Fan asked.

He clearly noticed that the postman had stopped moving around, and he was here waiting for them to find him.

The postman looked up at the sky and said with a smile, "The weather is fine and the wind is very comfortable. Such a day... is a gift from nature... If you don't sit down and feel it, you really don't respect the world."

"Isn't it because you realize that you have nowhere to escape?" Ye Fan asked.

The postman lowered his head and smiled, stretched out his hand to signal the chess basket, and said, "Lucifer, do you want to play a game?"

Ye Fan said directly: "I don't play chess with enemies, and you are not my opponent either."

The postman was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said, "As expected of the King of Hell, you are really young and confident...

If you don’t play, don’t play, what a pity, this kind of chess invented by you Xia people is very interesting..."

"Where is your team?" Ye Fan knew that this guy couldn't act alone.

He not only has to make bombs, but also research routes, formulate plans, and perform mental brainwashing.

One person can't do this. Behind him, there must be a team with high IQ working for him.

The postman shrugged, "They are all people who trust me. I have no reason to tell you where they are... Even if I am not alive, they will still spread my thoughts."

Ye Fan's eyes darkened, and he said: "You think that if you describe yourself as a thinker and pretend to be an outsider, I will let you live?

Don't play that trick with me, if you don't want to die too painfully, just confess your whole team."

The postman said with regret: "Lucifer, why do you deceive yourself like this? In fact, a cultivator like you, who is constantly exploring your own potential, should understand how stupid the development of human industrial civilization and technology is. ..."

"You can shut up now," Ye Fan interrupted the postman directly, and said, "A criminal who relies on natural abilities and bombs to destroy is not worthy of talking about cultivation with me.

Every expert and every scholar you have killed, they have paid far more painstaking efforts and efforts than you can imagine on the road of wisdom and civilization!

And you are just a poor wretch who longs to be known and recognized by the world, with a twisted heart...

Yes, the trees will not laugh at you, the wind will not despise you, and the rain will not hurt your self-esteem.

You admire nature, not because of how noble your thoughts are, but because of your cowardice!

When other postmen lost their jobs because of email, they chose to study and try to find another job, but you... became a murderer! "

Ye Fan stood up, stared at the postman with burning eyes, and said, "So, coward, I will ask you one last time, where is your gang..."

The postman squeezed his hands tremblingly, his eyes stared at Ye Fan, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

After a while, the postman turned pale and said, "Why... how did you do it..."

Ye Fan smiled and looked at Feng Xiaohui beside him.

Feng Xiaohui proudly said: "How about it, is it because you can't get close to my brother-in-law with your mental strength? You give up, with me here, your 'brainwashing' is just a display."

Only then did the postman understand, his face trembled twice, and he said through gnashing of teeth, "It turns out...you are the one doing the trick."

Feng Xiaohui smiled and said to Ye Fan: "Brother-in-law, this guy has been strengthening his mental fluctuations since just now, but I blocked them all!"

Ye Fan patted his brother-in-law on the shoulder in satisfaction, and brought Feng Xiaohui here, which really saved his worries and effort.

"Lucifer, if you kill me today, I promise, you will regret it. I have already arranged everything. Once I die, a large group of experts from the Xia Kingdom will be buried with me," the postman said with a gloomy face .

Ye Fan smiled and said, "Do you think... I really care so much, how many scholars and experts do you want to kill?"

The postman frowned, not understanding what Ye Fan meant.

"I'm not as noble as you think, and I don't have the heart to control everyone in the world!

I tried my best to chase and kill you, but there were only two reasons... You killed Dean Li, and you also wanted to kill my woman, Chu Yunyao!

As for after killing you, which expert you will drag behind you... I don't care at all! "

As soon as the words fell, Ye Fan grabbed the postman!

Even at such a short distance, as long as Feng Xiaohui is at the side, the postman's ability is useless!

The postman's face turned blue, his eyes were finally no longer calm, and he looked at Ye Fan with fear.

"Haha..." Ye Fan grinned and said, "I thought you were so amazing, you would still be afraid of death..."

"You...what do you want to do!?" the postman asked in a trembling voice, he regretted it, and he should not have tried to control Ye Fan if he knew earlier!

With a grim expression on his face, Ye Fan stretched out his hand to count the most painful acupoints on the postman's body!

"Ah!—" The postman screamed heart-piercingly, his veins bulging in pain.

Ye Fan didn't stop, and directly swung his sword twice, cutting off the postman's hands and feet!

Then, a fist broke the postman's teeth!

The postman was in pain, his mouth was full of blood, and he was about to pass out from the pain, but he was still awake.

"Don't you like to use bombs... I'll give you one."

Ye Fan took out a grenade, stuffed it directly into the postman's bloody, toothless mouth, and stuffed it down his throat!

The postman's eyes widened, and he wanted to spit it out, but he couldn't spit it out at all, and his throat was split!

The fear of death and despair made him break down and pee his pants!

Ye Fan tore off the fuse indifferently, and said, "This is for President Li, and it's returned to you!"

In the next second, Ye Fan had grabbed onto Feng Xiaohui and jumped more than ten meters away.

"Boom!"

In the park, an explosion startled the birds.