Chapter 247: Off-site help

Ye Fan stretched out his hand and had already unscrewed the big lock tied to the door. He pulled open the prison door and Ye Qing came out from inside.

With the night, Ye Qing's face was quite clear. It was probably because of his pale face. It was obvious that he had not received the baptism of the sun for many years. Ye Fan couldn't help asking: "How long have you been locked up?"

"I don't know!" Ye Qing looked back at the cell where she lived, "The days have passed long ago, so how can we tell the difference between day and night."

"Pity!" Ye Fan sighed, "Go away quickly! Which side do you want?" Ye Fan asked Qing Ling.

"How do I know?" Qingling asked back.

"How come you don't know?" Ye Fan meant that you are also a Xu Ling person!

"Let's go here!" Ye Qing stretched out her finger and pointed to the left.

"Why?" Ye Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Because here is close..." Ye Qing said. Ye Qing's cell was leaning against the left corner of the entire yard, and it was indeed a little closer to the door opening on the left than the one on the right.

Ye Fan felt that this reason for white purpose was very reasonable, so of course he waved: "Let's go."

The three of them hugged and came to the door hole in a subtle voice. Ye Fan first stretched out his head and looked around, then turned around: "No one."

Move forward! The three of them keep moving forward.

However, the base of Xuling is a courtyard of Yishui. One courtyard and one courtyard are intersected and staggered, forming countless forks. The three of them turned left and right, but never understood the direction.

Ye Fan wisely looked up at the celestial phenomena at night. But as mentioned in the previous article, the moon was dark and the wind was high, so the North Star, the North Dipper Star naturally got up and disappeared. Ye Fan was sad when he watched the celestial phenomena, and he refused to put his head back after a while.

"No, I have to catch someone and ask for directions!" Ye Fan said.

As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps came from the fork in front of him. Ye Fan was overjoyed and said thrillingly.

But as the steps approached, the more I heard it, the more I heard it, there was obviously more than one person. It was necessary to say at least seven or eight people to listen to this mess.

"Flash!" Ye Fan shouted and led the two of them to another courtyard beside him.

There is a house in this courtyard with lights on, and the three of them hurriedly shrank towards the corner. There was no light here, and it was dark.

The sound of footsteps was roaring in the ears of the three of them through a wall. Ye Fan carefully hid his breath. As for Qingling, Ye Fan didn't pick her air bracelet for her. Ye Fan was the same. Ye Fan was afraid of someone because he was afraid that this guy would have something wrong, so he simply ignored the air bracelet for the first time.

The sound of footsteps passed through the gate of the courtyard, and gradually disappeared.

As soon as the three of them breathed a sigh of relief, the door next to them was suddenly opened by someone. In shock, they saw each of them holding a basin in one hand. Without looking at it, they raised their hands and poured it into the corner...

Dizzy! Ye Fan squatted at the end, facing the basin of water. Without thinking, the ripples under his feet had already been pulled out, and he flashed behind Qingling, and pushed Qingling in front.

Hurry...

A basin of water was poured on Qingling, and Ye Fan shrank his head, and the harm he suffered was limited. When he looked back at Ye Qing behind him, his head was lower than that of himself.

But just as the moment when he unconsciously made ripples, his breath was already exposed. The man felt something strange, stared at this place and shouted: "Who is it!"

"Me!" Ye Fan responded, supported his hands on Qing Ling's shoulder, kicked Ye Qing behind him with his right foot, rubbed him and jumped out, took a big step in the air, and stepped on the man's face with his left foot.

The man opened his mouth to speak, and was biting on the sole of Ye Fan's shoes. Without even a whimper, Ye Fan stepped on the ground with his foot, and he was about to shout. Ye Fan's feet were even harder. The soles of his feet were almost inlaid into his mouth.

"Who?" someone in the room asked again.

"Guess!" Ye Fan replied.

"It's big night, why are you making a fuss?" The person inside pulled the door open violently. He was just in the face of Ye Fan's heart. He stretched out his right hand and squeezed it on his face, just blocking his mouth. Then he grabbed the head and knocked towards the door frame next to him.

Otherwise, what if the craftsman is strong? After knocking, the door frame was deformed. The guy still stared at two big eyes and observed Ye Fan calmly.

Ye Fan quickly waved his head and kowtowed at the door frame for 180 times until the door frame was broken, and the man fainted peacefully with his eyes closed.

The one under her feet is still not at ease, and she struggles while slamming Ye Fan's calves like a mad dog.

Ye Fan quickly raised his foot and prepared to give him another heavy note. As a result, he felt lighter when his feet were lifted, and his feet came out, leaving the man's mouth. Ye Fan felt chills and hurriedly came to his head, and the man finally fainted.

"Come here quickly." Ye Fan shouted in a low voice to the corner.

Ye Qing acted quickly and immediately appeared. Qingling followed behind, wet from head to toe, and was very unhappy.

"Quick!" Ye Fan pointed to the one on the ground and said anxiously: "That guy took away my shoes and snatched them back."

Ye Qing and Qingling leaned over to pull their shoes from the man's mouth, secretly marveling at the separation of the man's upper and lower jaws. Ye Qing is worthy of being an old backbone in intelligence work, and he just likes to observe. He glanced at the guy who was still rolling his trousers and stepping on slippers with bare legs. He muttered: "Oh! I just washed my feet! That basin was foot washing water just now!"

The speaker was unintentional, and the listener was intentional, so Qingling vomited on the spot. He sprinkled Ye Fan's shoes with the corn scraps that had just been eaten and had not had time to digest. Ye Qing looked up and looked at Ye Fan innocently and said, "Forget it, don't you? They are all dirty."

"No, no, let's carry the person in." Ye Fan shook his hand and shook the one in his hand who was even in his head and was thrown into the house. Ye Qing and Qingling dragged the other in.

"I'll find some clothes to change." Qingling entered the room and ran into the inner room.

Ye Qing was about to catch up.

"What are you doing?" Ye Fan asked in surprise.

"Peeling! Why, don't you look at it? Beauty!" Ye Qing is a real middle-aged uncle. When his expression becomes obscene, he is really... very obscene.

Ye Fan stood up angrily, tore Ye Qing's collar and lifted him up to the wall: "I'll tell you! I'm not in good health recently, and I find that I suddenly hate pornography."

"I...I...I...is not very erotic, but I like body art more, well, body art." Ye Qing was speechless.

Ye Fan glared at him and let go: "When we escape, what do you like to do?"

Ye Qing tidied up her clothes, and didn't dare to look directly at Ye Fan. After a while, she figured out a topic: "By the way, I haven't asked yet, why do you want to save me?"

"Uh, nothing, because I am a relative." Ye Fan said.

"Are you a relative? Who knows me?" Ye Qing asked.

Ye Fan stopped talking. Of course Ye Qing didn't dare to ask questions and said sneeredly: "I'll go and close the door."

Qing Ling changed her clothes from inside. There were two men living in two rooms inside and outside the room, and of course there were no girls' clothes. Qing Ling found their jeans, fat, and wore a man's T-shirt on her body, wide; her freshly dried hair was long placed in front of her forehead, looking very much like a certain clan.

"How is it?" Qing Ling asked.

"What's going on? Let's see if those two guys are dead." Ye Fan said.

Qingling went over and took a look: "It's okay."

"Who are these two?" Ye Fan asked Qing Ling.

Qingling shook his head: "I don't know you, maybe you are from the Xu Group! I haven't seen you before."

"When they wake up, ask them to take us out!" Ye Fan said.

"What if they brought you to Liao Tao?" Qing Ling asked.

"Then kill them!" Ye Fan said hatefully.

"And then be captured by Liao Tao and the others?" Qing Ling asked.

"Then kill Liao Tao together," said Ye Fan.

"What's next? Kill everyone here?" Qing Ling asked.

Ye Fan stopped talking. This is also a stronghold for Xu Ling. Although Ye Fan's current strength is so strong that it is a little perverted, he is not the legendary enemy of ten thousand people. If one person really wants to kill all the craftsmen of this stronghold, it will be meaningless for the organization to exist. Ye Fan can also unify the solar system and enter the Milky Way.

"What should I do?" Ye Fan had no idea.

"See if they have a phone number!" Ye Qing spoke.

"oh?"

"Call for help off-site! Give it to your relatives and friends group or something!" Ye Qing said.

"A good idea!" Ye Fan was overjoyed and immediately went to look through their pockets. Who wouldn't have such a thing as a mobile phone? Of course, they had one in each of their pockets. Ye Fan picked one casually, picked it up, and was stunned.

"Fight!" Ye Qing said.

"Uh... I don't remember the number, how can I call it?" Ye Fan said.

Qingling and Ye Qing were depressed.

Ye Fan thought for a long time and finally thought of some available resources: "Ying Ye's phone number! Do you remember it?" Ye Fan asked Qing Ling.

Qingling nodded and held a string of numbers.

Ye Fan pulled through and beeped for a while, but no one answered.

Ye Fan was anxious and pulled it out again, but no one answered it.

I pulled it again, and someone answered it. As soon as I answered, I heard a voice shouting at the other end of the phone: "I said it's your phone! Drink wine."

"It's mine, it's mine!" Ying Ye's voice, "I'll drink, I drink!" After saying that, the phone hung up.

"Damn!" Ye Fan cursed and pulled it out for the fourth time.

"Who?" Ying Ye finally answered it, feeling impatient.

"I, Ye Fan!" said Ye Fan.

"Ah?" Ying Ye was obviously stunned.

"Where are you?" Ye Fan suspected.

"It's at your house!" As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, Ye Ping yelled at the other end of the phone: "Haha, I won again. I'll drink it for me, and no drop is left!"
Chapter completed!