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Ye Feng didn't ask any more questions or bother, and exited the room after a few words of advice.

Afterwards, Ye Feng tried to adjust his mentality, wondering if he should tell Chu Xi about the matter and take her away.

But once he is taken away, life and death are uncertain, and he himself is being targeted by the navy, let alone taking Chu Xi with him.

It's better to be on the island than to follow him.

He didn't know how to make a decision for a while, so he pushed Fari's room away by a strange coincidence.

Fari was washing and brushing his hair, when he saw Ye Feng's tired face, he said:
"You're just a little bit better yourself, and you still treat me, and then go to treat Li Pingfan and the others?"

"I also have a purpose, besides, they are all accomplices and cannot die."

Seeing Fari, Ye Feng hurriedly smiled to cover up:

"The sooner they recover, the more strength we have!"

"In this way, when the enemy rushes over, we will also have a few more experts to help."

"This time against the ugly old man, if they hadn't played the striker, you probably wouldn't be able to hold his punch."

"What do you mean they help? It's obviously their business, and you are helping them."

Fari sat on the edge of the bed and gave him a blank look: "It seems that you are really energetic."

"A fight?"

"Fuck off."

Kloss placed a bowl of Chuanbei pears in front of Chu Xi.

He smiled warmly and said to Chu Xi: "You have been coughing a bit these days, drink some soup to moisten your lungs and relieve your cough."

"I can't drink it, uncle, do you think Ye Feng is okay?"

Chu Xi's eyes were filled with worry.

"How can I do that? Ye Feng, you still don't believe him, he is very powerful."

Cross smiled: "If you don't take care of you better, when Ye Feng comes back and sees you haggard, won't you blame me? Beat me up again."

Hearing what Kloss said, Chu Xi obediently picked up the bowl and drank with her head down.

The next day, in the afternoon, there were a few wisps of drizzle on the island, but the operation was still carried out on time.

Today on this island, in front of the wooden house, there are not only white curtains hanging around, but also thousands of wreaths.

This small island is more beautiful and cleaner than Qingshui.

Neatly trimmed cypress trees, paths without fallen leaves, plum blossoms swaying in the wind, and lonely small temples.

If it wasn't for the white sadness, Ye Feng and the others, it would be hard to imagine that there would be blood flowing here in a while.

However, the quietness of the environment did not make them relax their vigilance.

"Today's defense is really tight enough."

On the way to the jungle, Ye Feng glanced around while opening the umbrella and said with a smile:
"It seems that they are still nervous."

"It feels more closely guarded than the head of state."

Ye Feng raised his head and took a look. He was indeed heavily guarded, with three steps, one guard and five steps, one sentry.

In addition to the elite with live ammunition, there are also physical masters who are constantly wandering in the sky, checking every corner.

Ye Feng also saw the masters hidden in the trees, constantly patrolling the surrounding sky to prevent the hot air balloon attack from happening again.

Ye Feng smiled wryly: "But yes, be careful sailing for thousands of years, I don't know if the ugly old man will appear today."

Fari's eyes grew colder: "I really hope he comes here."

Ye Feng believes that Fari, who has suffered a lot, must have done enough homework today.

The ugly old man will surely die if he comes here to act wildly.

"Ugh-"

Just as Ye Fan's thoughts were turning, there was a sound of an eagle above his head.

The two of them looked over subconsciously, and saw the eagle flying low by their side, splashing the raindrops in all directions.

The vegetation under the body also rises and falls one after another.

"Really conscientious! This is what you raised."

Ye Feng smiled wryly: "Even check the air."

"Didn't you just say that? Be careful sailing for ten thousand years."

Fari smiled slightly: "In yesterday's battle, half of the enemies were wiped out, but half of the enemies did not emerge."

"There is no trace of the old man, which shows that the enemy still has the strength to fight."

"It's easy to lose your life if you take it lightly at this time."

Ye Feng's eyelids twitched suddenly, and he raised his head to look at the sky.

He looked at a goshawk circling high in the sky, and his eyes instantly became more vigilant...

And it was completely different from the one raised by Fari before, so after speaking, he found a reason to leave here, leaving Fari alone.

At almost the same moment, the ugly old man was wearing the costumes of the Fari Islanders, and rushed from a small road to Feilai Peak at an extremely fast speed.

After crossing this path, he reached the nearly ninety-degree cliff of the wooden house.

He would then enter the hut from the passage where the navy dumped the soot.

It is a secret and unknown channel.

The forest is getting deeper and deeper, the road is getting narrower and narrower, and the mountain road is quiet, even a little weird.

Not even the sound of birds chirping and insects chirping.

Ugly old men have nothing to fear.

It was difficult for the islanders to track his whereabouts, and he was no match for a master of physical arts, and Fari and the others were injured by him again yesterday.

He believes that no one can stop his footsteps.

Because of his self-confidence and arrogance, the ugly old man was very surprised when Ye Feng walked out.

His voice sank: "It's you."

"laugh--"

Ye Feng took out a match and lit the cigarette and said lightly:
"The smoke is gone, you're not dead, I'm the loser..."

Smoke out, immortality, win?

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