Following the direction pointed by Chen Jingze, Ye Fanhua walked all the way over.

God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha!

The ordinary school uniform was worn by her with an unstoppable momentum.

The long jet-black hair was carried by the wind and fluttered in the air.

It is as if the king has reappeared and reigned over the world.

What she had to do, no one could stop.

Just like back then, charge into battle and resist thousands of people with the strength of one person!

The staircase in the basement is pitch black;

the glossy darkness of the basement;

The walls of the basement are damp.

Ye Fanhua walked all the way, her brows furrowed.

I hope this place is just for people to use temporarily, not for people to live in!

Kicked open the wooden door in front of him, and the situation inside instantly fell into view.

In the wide, dim damp space, a lone lamp emits a faint glow.

Two shadows, one tall and one short, were reflected.

The boy kneeling on the ground created the low shadow, and the tall man above his head raised the plank in his hand.

The shadow-painted painting began to move on the ground.

The long board in the hand of the tall shadow was like a bloodless sword, and it swung down at the low shadow like an execution—

Ye Fanhua's gaze stretched up from the shadow on the ground, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, she jumped up directly in two steps, and a beautiful but powerful roundhouse kick fell.

A kick flew the wooden board in the man's hand, followed by a heavy kick in the chest!

Gundam's sturdy man stepped back, but he still couldn't resist the force, and fell directly to the ground with a "bang".

"Get up!" Ye Fanhua took two steps forward, and regardless of the boy's wishes, she used force in her hand to forcibly hold up the person's body.

After the boy stood up, by the faint light, Ye Fanhua could clearly see the jagged red on his back.

A dark red with secondary damage, a bright red with fresh wounds.

Criss-crossed, converging on white clothes, like maple oil paintings in different shades of brown and red.

A painting made of cruel colors!

"Who are you? Breaking into a private house still hurts people, I want to call the police! The middle-aged man who fell to the ground, that is, Chen Zheng, struggled to stand up, and while scaring people with a menacing attitude, he carefully moved in the direction of the side.

There, lying the long planks that had just been kicked away.

The little girl's strength is more terrifying than that of adults, Chen Zheng is still a little panicked, and he has to hold a weapon to feel at ease.

"Huh! It doesn't matter who I am, the person you just hit was covered by me, and since you did it, you have to bear the consequences! ”

Ye Fanhua sneered, and did not stop the man from taking a weapon to his side.

Is there a difference between having and not being?

Chen Zheng, who got the "life-saving artifact" - the wooden board, was very determined, and held the wooden board tightly and looked at the two people standing together.

"The man you're covering? You say he, Little Scourge? The man looked at the boy standing beside Ye Fanhua with mockery and disdain.

As everyone knows, those two dazzling words triggered Ye Fanhua's bottom line.

"What do you call him? Say it again! ”

Ye Fanhua was tense, and anger rushed to her brain in an instant, and her originally dark eyes turned red for a moment.

"I'll call you, say it again!" Ye Fanhua approached step by step, and her fierce tone was like the return of a demon.

Chen Zheng was frightened, subconsciously raised the wooden board in his hand, and just hit Ye Fanhua, he was intercepted by a hand as white as jade in the air.

The hard wooden board was like a crispy biscuit, and it snapped into two in the girl's hand—