Chapter 281

"Rampant, I like such a rampant opponent." Sirius was not angry when he heard Ye Fan's words, but smiled and looked at Ye Fan with interest.

The Douli man also raised his head. His dark and cold eyes looked at Ye Fan like a blade.

The flute in his hand also turned more happily.

"Come on, what do you want to do."

After feeling their murderous spirit, Ye Fan's eyes quickly showed a dignified look, and the whole person was also a little vigilant.

He could clearly feel that the sudden emergence of the Sirius gang would never be a good thing.

And looking at the appearance of Sirius and Douli man, he had a premonition in his heart. His heart beat wildly, and the whole person made a defensive posture subconsciously.

"Don't be nervous. It's a small thing. I'll scare you." Sirius touched his nose. The whole person was mysterious, and a joking smile was raised at the corners of his mouth.

In his eyes, Ye Fan is like a clown, which is not worth worrying at all.

"Come on, do it."

Ye Fan was ready to fight, rubbed his shoulders, looked at them seriously and said.

"Do it, why do you do it?" Sirius smiled, then stretched out his hand and pointed to Ye Fan. His tone was a little arrogant: "your strength is too good now. You are not the opponent of our Sirius gang at all. It is a hidden danger at most."

"Ha ha." Ye Fan sneered, and a touch of contempt appeared on his face.

He didn't understand where Sirius had the courage to say such arrogant words.

Although he is not the opponent of Mandala or Douli man, he is confident to deal with Sirius. He can win at 100 or 80.

"Hey, hey, I knew you didn't believe it." Sirius saw through Ye Fan's mind at a glance and took out a black marble from his pocket. The size of the marble's fingernail is flashing a dangerous signal in the hot sun.

With that, Sirius picked up the marbles and shot at Ye Fan at top speed.

Although the marble seems to have good killing power, Ye Fan knows that the people of the Sirius gang are full of bad water, so they don't retain any strength.

He just turned sideways.

"Bang!"

The marble didn't hit Ye Fan, but it hit the wall. Then a fire burst into the sky. With the violent explosion, the original hard wall was blown out into a big hole. It was dark and terrible.

"Tear..."

Ye Fan couldn't help taking a breath, and the whole person shivered. He didn't expect that this seemingly small marble should have such power.

While shocked, his heart was a little nervous.

The Sirius gang has been strong enough, but they haven't followed their strength.

"Ha ha, you know the difference in our strength. I came today just to warn you."

Sirius seemed to laugh, then waved, and the three jumped out of the wall.

The atmosphere returned to its former calm.

Ye Fan turned his head and suddenly found that Tianyue was like a demon. His eyes were scarlet and his anger kept pouring out of him. A pair of fists were clenched and wanted to kill.

"Sleeping trough, don't go crazy." Ye Fan hurried over and patted Tianyue's shoulder.

Tianyue returned to her senses, and her anger gradually faded. Lu smiled bitterly: "sorry, I let you see a joke."

"It's all right. I can understand your hatred." Ye Fan patted Tianyue on the shoulder and comforted.

Just now, when he was hiding behind the curtain, he saw with his own eyes the ferocious smile on the picture torn off by Datura.

Suddenly, an unknown fire suddenly jumped into his chest.

This is why he suddenly started, especially when he felt the murderous spirit of Datura, the feeling of anger filled his brain.

Therefore, he can personally feel the anger of Tianyue.

"Uh huh!" Tianyue nodded, and then looked forward to Ye Fan: "brother ye, through the battle just now, although I have the treasure, my strength is still too lacking. Can you teach me some martial arts now?"

"Well, I'm afraid it will be late. I'm a little busy these days."

Ye Fan shook his head and said with some uncertainty: "maybe a week later, maybe a few weeks. Anyway, it's not urgent to practice martial arts. If you really want to become stronger, then train well."

"Ah..."

A trace of loss flashed in Tianyue's eyes. She left here with a book.

Looking at the back of Tianyue, Ye Fan actually felt a little uncomfortable. He could understand each other's urgency.

If he saw the enemy who killed his parents standing in front of him, I'm afraid he couldn't resist his inner impulse.

After Tianyue left, Ye Fan quickly cleaned up the mess at home.

Unfortunately, his home was blown out of a big hole by the Sirius Gang, so he had to ask someone to redecorate it, but the decoration took five days. In these five days, he wanted to rent a house outside.

But when he saw the key on the bedside table.

Then I remembered that old Zhang gave himself the key to the villa area in South China, and he could just go inside and experience it.

Thinking of this, he quickly packed up the necessary things and rushed to the villa area in South China.

Just arrived at the door of the community, a breath of luxury came from the front.

Ye Fan stopped and looked at the retro villa and the lawn everywhere. He was filled with emotion. Sure enough, the rich lived in luxury.

"Cough."

Just then, a Ferrari sports car suddenly stopped beside him, and a cough followed.

Hearing the news, Ye Fan couldn't help looking back.

The Ferrari owner also saw Ye Fan. A touch of shock suddenly appeared on his face and tentatively shouted, "Ye Fan?"

"Are you?"

Looking at the strange face in front of him, there was a trace of doubt in Ye Fan's tone.

"Why, don't you remember me? I'm your junior high school classmate Hua Zi."

The young man in the car smiled at Ye Fan. There was no slightest contempt on his face, but he didn't have too much enthusiasm.

"Are you huazi?"

Ye Fan looked at the young man with shock in his eyes. He could never unite a black coal ball with the white rich handsome in front of him.

In junior high school, he did have a friend named huazi. They used to sit at the same table and often take care of each other. However, huazi in junior high school was ugly and had acne on his face. His skin was as black as he had fought in Syria.

But the huazi in front of him was not only slender, but his skin was more like a reborn, white and tender, and there was no defect on his face.