At noon, Ye Fan returned to the restaurant. He really liked the atmosphere when he ate with Uncle Jiang and Little Ting Ting.
After the meal, Little Ting Ting obediently went to wash the dishes. Ye Fan felt rather ashamed when he saw this. He didn't seem to have helped her do anything.
"Let me do it. You're still young and don't need to do these things. Go take a nap. You're so tall."
"No need for big brother to do it. I know how to wash the dishes. They're very clean." The little girl pushed Ye Fan to the side.
Uncle Jiang's face was full of smiles. He tidied up the dishes and looked at his granddaughter dotingly.
A sudden voice interrupted the warm atmosphere. "I haven't seen you for two years. This little girl has grown up and knows how to do some things."
A young man in his mid-twenties walked in with a faint smile. He glanced at Uncle Jiang and Ye Fan in disdain before staring at Little Ting Ting.
"Uncle, who are you? Do you know me?" Little Ting Ting had a sweet mouth. Even though she sensed some hostility, she still obediently called him uncle.
"Of course I know you. I've known you since your parents were still alive." The young man had a fair complexion and thin lips, giving off a sinister feeling. He didn't hide anything and directly mentioned that Little Ting Ting's parents were already dead.
The little girl's eyes immediately turned red. She could still vaguely remember what her parents looked like. In the past, they would often wake up crying in their dreams. Later on, she and Uncle Jiang depended on each other. As time passed, she finally stopped crying in her dreams.
At this moment, she couldn't help but cry when someone mentioned her parents again. She turned around and slowly washed the blue and white porcelain bowls. Her shoulders constantly twitched.
Seeing Little Ting Ting's sadness, Uncle Jiang's expression changed. "Seventh Young Master of the Li Clan, do you need something?"
The young man pulled a chair and sat down. "Nothing much. I'm just a nostalgic person, so I came to see how you two are doing."
Uncle Jiang's expression was indiscernible as he replied, "Thanks to Seventh Young Master's blessings, we are barely able to survive."
Ye Fan didn't say anything. He had already recognized this person. It was the young man on the dragon-scaled horse this morning.
"Why do I feel a wave of resentment? Old Jiang, are you jealous of me?" The young man looked down with a cold smile.
This person had entered the Hazy Mist Grotto-Heaven at the same time as Little Ting Ting's father. Due to his limited aptitude, he was left far behind by Ting Ting's father. Moreover, he had done evil deeds and was taught a harsh lesson by Tingting's father. As a result, he was filled with jealousy and hatred. After Tingting's parents passed away, he was the one who ordered the Li family to seize Uncle Jiang's restaurant and inn, forcing the grandmother and granddaughter to the brink of death.
"How could I dare to hate the Seventh Young Master? There's no such thing."
The young man's lips were very thin, giving off a very unkind feeling. He said, "There are some things that don't need to be bottled up in your heart. If you're jealous, why don't you spit it out? Otherwise, anger will harm your body. You're already over seventy years old, and you don't have many years left to live."
Uncle Jiang's body trembled a few times, but he calmed down in the end and said, "Seventh young master, I only want to ask you one thing. Otherwise, I won't be able to die in peace."
"Ask away." The young man opened a folding fan with a "pa" sound and gently waved it, appearing calm and unruffled.
"I only want to know, did Tingting's parents really die in an accident?" The old man seemed to have lost control of his emotions. He clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles had already turned blue, and his body was trembling slightly.
Ye Fan hurried over and supported him. On the other side, Little Tingting was silently sobbing. Her small body had her back to them, and her shoulders were constantly trembling. Her little hands were slowly rubbing a small porcelain bowl.
"Old Man Jiang, it seems like you're holding back a towering resentment in your heart. But so what? You're already so old, don't tell me you still want to risk your life? If you die, your beautiful little granddaughter's life will really be difficult. "
"Just how did Tingting's parents die?" Uncle Jiang's breathing was rapid, and his chest constantly heaved up and down. His face was filled with sorrow.
"Go ahead and guess." The young man closed his folding fan with a "pa" sound, looked at Ye Fan, and said, "I heard that you led people to cripple Steward Liu?"
Ye Fan did not respond. He supported Uncle Jiang and stood to the side. The young man glanced at him and did not continue to say anything. He stood up and walked towards Little Tingting.
"What are you going to do?!" Uncle Jiang's eyes revealed a look of fear. He stretched out his hands like an old hen, blocking his way and protecting Little Tingting behind him.
"Old Man Jiang, what are you so nervous about? Do you think I would attack a little girl?" The young man carefully looked at Little Tingting and kept nodding. He said to himself, "Similar, too similar. It's a pity for Yanxia Fairy. Her death was not worth it. Two years have passed. I can't believe your daughter has become so similar to you. "
Little Tingting bit her lips. Although she was sobbing, she did not cry out loud. It seemed that she did not want to cry in front of the Seventh Young Master of the Li family.
The young man held a folding fan in his right hand and lightly tapped his left hand. He said, "Alright, Old Man Jiang, you don't have to suffer anymore. I will take this little girl away in the future. You can enjoy your old age in this small town."
"What do you mean?!" Uncle Jiang immediately panted. He protected Little Tingting behind him and stared at the Seventh Young Master of the Li family.
"This little girl is clever and dexterous. I am going to take her to the Mist Grotto and let her do some things by my side. It's better than following you and not knowing what to eat next."
"No, not unless I die. Seventh Young Master of the Li family, you can't bully people like this!" Uncle Jiang was so angry that he had difficulty breathing. His eyes were red and his body swayed.
Ye Fan hurriedly supported him.
"Grandpa, are you okay? Don't scare Tingting …" Little Tingting hugged the old man's thigh. Her little face was filled with worry and fear as tears continuously fell.
The young man mocked, "Old Man Jiang, do you have to be so angry? You have to understand that after leaving you, she will live a different life. In the future, she might even shine in the Mist Grotto."
Uncle Jiang panted heavily. After a long time, he finally calmed down and begged, "Seventh Young Master, please let us go."
"What are you saying!" The young man's expression darkened and became very cold. He said, "You don't even want to enjoy your old age in peace. You really don't know what's good for you."
"I will always be with Grandpa!" Little Tingting's eyes were red and swollen. She tightly hugged Uncle Jiang's thigh.
"This time, I still have something important to do. I must return to the Mist Grotto tomorrow. In a few days, I will personally take her away." After saying this, the Li Clan's Seventh Young Master turned around and looked at Ye Fan. He said, "If you want to beat a dog, you have to look at its owner. Although it is a dog that was chased out, it cannot be bullied by outsiders." At this point, he lightly patted Ye Fan's shoulder and said, "Impulsive people will not live long."
"Bang!"
Ye Fan immediately sat on the ground. Traces of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. The chair behind him had been smashed into pieces.
The young man glanced at him, sneered, and swaggered away.
"Child, what's wrong?!" Uncle Jiang was shocked and angry. He hurriedly went to support Ye Fan.
"Big brother …" Little Tingting's face also revealed a frightened expression. She used her little hand to help Ye Fan wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing the Li Clan's Seventh Young Master leave, Ye Fan quickly stood up and said, "I'm fine."
"Really?" The old man was skeptical.
Little Tingting also had a nervous expression. She asked, "Big brother, are you really fine? Your mouth is bleeding."
"Something almost happened."
"Are you okay?" Uncle Jiang revealed a worried expression again.
"You misunderstood me. I said I almost couldn't help but attack. I'm fine. However, this person is really ruthless. If it was a normal person, they would die in less than half a month. "
"It was us two who implicated you. If it was you, you wouldn't have suffered like this." Uncle Jiang blamed himself.
"Uncle, don't say that. The blood just now was forced out by me." Ye Fan chuckled and said, "Speaking of which, I still have to thank this Li Clan's Seventh Young Master. Because he gave me a great opportunity, he came here personally to tell me when to leave."
"You …" Uncle Jiang revealed a doubtful expression.
"There's no need for such a ruthless person to stay in this world. He actually wanted to take Tingting away. Not even in his next life!"
That night, Ye Fan kept an eye on the Li Clan's movements. He left the small town late at night and stood guard on the mountain road twenty miles away. This was the only way to get to the outside world from the Windy Town.
The moonlight was hazy, and a dark cloud floated by. The forest instantly became dark. The roars of unknown beasts didn't stop, and the forest seemed a bit eerie and scary at night.
In the latter half of the night, the mountain road shook and the heavy sound of horse hooves could be heard. Under the dim starlight, a Dragon Scale Horse with shining green scales rushed over like a ray of green light.
Ye Fan waited quietly until the Dragon Scale Horse came close. Suddenly, a blazing golden light shot out from his body. It was especially bright in the darkness, like a scorching sun in the sky.
"Pfft!"
Blood splattered, and a miserable cry came from the Dragon Scale Horse. However, that person didn't fall off the horse.
Ye Fan was startled. He quickly turned the golden book around and slashed. "Pu!" The Dragon Scale Horse was split into two halves. The corpse fell heavily to the ground, and the person on it flew more than twenty meters away before falling to the ground.
"Pfft!"
A silver light flashed, and a half-foot-long silver spear dashed towards Ye Fan like a bolt of silver lightning.
"Clang!"
With a flash of golden light, Ye Fan's golden book slashed on the silver spear. The half-foot-long spear was immediately cut in half and fell to the ground.
Not far away, the person who fell off the Dragon Scale Horse quickly jumped up and was about to rush into the forest.
At this time, Ye Fan attacked again. The golden book turned into a bolt of lightning and cut through the dark sky. In the blink of an eye, it was right in front of him with an unstoppable force. "Pfft!" The man's left leg was cut in half.
"Ah …"
That person finally let out a miserable scream and rolled on the ground.
Only now did Ye Fan let out a sigh of relief. He cautiously approached. This was his first time ambushing an enemy, and he couldn't help but be a bit nervous at first, which made him lose some of his accuracy.
"Li Clan's Seventh Young Master, we meet again."
The young man who was rolling on the ground with blood flowing everywhere was pale. When he saw that it was Ye Fan, he almost couldn't believe it and exclaimed: "How come it's you?"
"What's wrong?" Ye Fan's expression was calm as he looked at him from a distance.
"I didn't expect it to be you, little brat. I was really wrong!" The Li Clan's Seventh Young Master's face was full of pain and anger. It was a frightening sight.
"Thank you, Seventh Young Master, for giving me such a great fortune." Ye Fan stood in the distance with a faint sneer on his face.
"You … you …" The Li Clan's Seventh Young Master's body was shaking. At this moment, he was filled with despair and anger.
"How did Tingting's parents die?" At this point, Ye Fan's tone turned cold. With a flash of golden light, the golden book dashed out at lightning speed.
"Puff, puff." With two soft sounds, the Li Clan's Seventh Young Master's arms fell off. Ye Fan was still a bit worried, so he once again summoned the golden rainbow and gently drew on the Sea of Suffering.
"Ah … little brat, even if I become a ghost, I won't forgive you!"
"Why do people always say such useless things." Ye Fan walked in front of him and said: "You bastard, you've done so many evil deeds and have no conscience. Today is your retribution, I will slowly serve you."
"Pa!"
Ye Fan's palm slapped over and sent him flying four to five meters away.
"You …" The Li Clan's Seventh Young Master's eyes were spewing fire.
Ye Fan walked over and stepped on the relatively smooth face: "The Heavens are watching what people do. You think you can live a free and unfettered life after committing so many evil deeds?"
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