Three days later, south of Aoba Castle, Mochizuki Tower.

Mochizuki Tower is one of the largest green buildings in Aoba City, and it is as famous as the Ziwei Pavilion in the north of the city, and the master behind it is the Green Snake Sect, one of the two major forces in Aoba City. And the one who is responsible for guarding this place is the right protector Sima fanatic.

At ten o'clock in the afternoon, it is the purest time of the day in the Moon Tower, the girl who sleeps late and the benefactor who gets up early have also done their own things, so that the hustle and bustle of the flower building all night has enjoyed a rare tranquility.

"Wow, wow, stare ......"

There was a sound of footsteps, and two strong men with green snake tattoos on their arms walked up to the top floor of the Moon Tower, where there was only one room and only one guest.

The three of them stood still, and after knocking on the door, a rough voice came out of the house: "What kind of bird thing, the noisy master got up early in the morning, and he was impatient, if he couldn't tell the reason, be careful that the master tore you cubs!"

The two strong men glanced at each other, and they both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes, the master in the house had an all-night trouble last night, if it weren't for the little guy next to him from the Nie Mansion, they would never dare to disturb at this time.

"Crazy master, it's from the eldest prince's family, saying that he is looking for you!"

"Young Master Nie Yuntian?" the Sima maniac in the room was a little puzzled, he had a drink with the eldest young master last night, but he didn't remember what he had to tell him to do.

"Yes, he has a warrant from Nie Mansion!" replied the strong man with a slightly darkened face on the left, who dared to report it, and verified the authenticity of the warrant.

Sima Maniac hesitated for a moment, and didn't get dressed, so he said loudly: "Come in, tell me something quickly, the master is still tired!"

The three of them pushed the door into the house, and after entering, the two strong men took the little guy to the front and back of Sima Maniac's bed, and then retreated sideways, letting go of the little guy behind.

The attic on the top floor occupies a small area, and the decoration is very luxurious, not only decorated with gold and jade, but also a few calligraphy and paintings are hung on the wall of the house, so that this laughing green building has a little more literati atmosphere.

On the double bed made of good golden silk nanmu, there are two people lying down, at this time the man has already done it, there is a scar on the upper body of the fine red, from the left shoulder directly across the dantian, if it is a few deeper, think that this man would have turned into a pile of white bones.

Lying on the side of the man is a young woman, delicate little face, hanging a pair of willow leaf curved eyebrows, at this time is sleeping sweetly, the exposed half of the side face with a hint of flush after excitement, the collarbone under the brocade quilt is slightly exposed, the snow white and delicate as if the jade is carved, it looks very attractive.

The little guy in Tsing Yi took a step forward, his eyes looked directly at Sima Fanatic, but he ignored the sleeping beauty beside him: "Right Protector, Sima Fanatic!"

Although he was asking, the tone of the little guy was very affirmative.

The judicial maniac's eyes froze, and when he secretly mentioned his true anger, he shouted loudly: "Who are you, why don't I remember that there is a little guy like you in the Nie Mansion?" The person in front of him, when facing himself, had no appearance of a servant, and that seemingly plain but actually arrogant eyes were definitely not something that a small guy who made a living by serving his master could have.

The little guy in Tsing Yi smiled slightly, his hands were held to the left and right, and the ice and fire energy came out, instantly hitting the middle point on the chest of the two big men, and the two eight-foot-tall Angzang men fell down in response, and they had no power to resist.

"The judicial protector really has good eyesight!"

The judicial maniac's eyes shrank sharply, and he didn't even see Ye Fan's movements when he started just now. In other words, if the object of Ye Fan's sneak attack just now was him, the result might not be any different.

"Who the hell are you, there are only a handful of people in Aoba Castle who are as skilled as you, but I've never seen you before!"

Sima Maniac moved with his right hand and slowly caught the ghost head knife placed at the head of the bed, and only with the handle in his hand could his heart calm down.

Ye Fan ignored Sima Fan's small movements, but walked to the tea table, reached out and picked up a drop of tea, and gently unveiled it on his ear, revealing his true face.

After the mask was removed, Ye Fan turned to Sima Fanatic and smiled slightly: "Now, Sima Protector may recognize who I am?"

"It's you!" Sima Fanatics' hand holding the knife shook violently, and his eyes were full of incredulity when he looked at Ye Fan.

After moving a chair, Ye Fan went to the opposite side of the bed, and said slowly: "Mr. Sima really knows him, so the next thing is easy to say!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Sima Fanatic's eyes dodged slightly, but he secretly thought in his heart that the eldest prince Nie Yuntian had just said to himself last night, he should pay attention to the movements of Qingxuguan, so as not to have an accident, who would have thought that when he woke up, the main master had already come to the door, and looking at the other party's actions just now, his martial arts had reached the realm of a first-class master, and he was even a few points stronger than himself, and he didn't know if he could escape this catastrophe today.

Thinking of this, the corners of the judicial maniac's mouth were slightly bitter, and in his heart he also scolded Nie Yuntian, who was in trouble, for being bloody.

Ye Fan's right index finger shook a few times in front of his mouth, and said, "Lying, it's not a good habit, Sima Protector!"

Sima Maniac leaned out and jumped up from the bed, the ghost head knife in his hand was horizontally to his chest, and he snorted and said: "Boy, don't go around in circles with your madman, what do you want to do, just say it!"

Ye Fan stood up, Sunflower Zhenqi vomited slightly, sent the chair back to the tea table, and said with a smile: "Mr. Sima is really happy! Then I'll say it directly!"

Without waiting for Sima Fanatic to reply, the smile on Ye Fan's face was closed, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a hint of coldness, "The poison that your sect has put on my master, shouldn't you give an explanation!"

Sima Maniac's eyes jumped, and he secretly said in his heart: "This kid really knows something!" His footsteps leaned slightly to the right, closer to the window, "Your master?

Ye Fan glanced at the windowsill, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth: "It seems that Sima Protector is not very honest!"

Ye Fan's fluttering words made Sima Fan's heart suddenly tighten, but before he could say anything, Ye Fan's figure had already turned into an afterimage.

The figure swayed, and Ye Fan's right fingers and middle fingers were put together, turning into a sword and pointing at the right arm and shoulder of Sima Fanatic's knife.

Waiting for work, Sima Fanatic naturally understood Ye Fan's movements, stepped forward with his right foot, his feet were not bad, but they were as steady as a rock, and the long knife in his right hand was raised back to his elbow, and the blade was outward, sealing the key points in front of his body.

Seeing that his fingers were about to hit the blade, the expression on Ye Fan's face remained unchanged at all, as if with a faint smile, when the true qi surged, the blue and red ice and fire energy had already penetrated through his fingers, and he did not dodge or dodge, and hit the ghost head knife head-on.

Sima Maniac was naturally willing to use Ye Fan's flesh and blood to fight against his Hundred Refining Steel Knife, but as for the true qi condensed by Ye Fan's fingertips, he didn't care, what he was lying across his chest was not just a ghost head knife, but also his mixed Yuan True Qi on the blade.