"Ye Fan has been given it for his mother!"

Ye Jincheng roared again: "Saint, why are you protecting him? Why are you favoring him?"

"You should be on my side, you should understand my emotions, how do you talk to him?"

"Do you like him? Do you like this bastard?"

"Otherwise, how could you turn your guns around and scold me?"

"Otherwise, how could you take care of him without taking off your clothes?"

"Or why would you hold his hand tightly?"

"You said, do you like him?"

Ye Jincheng vented his inner resentment, and his eyes were still staring at the tenderness holding Ye Fan tightly.

Ye Fan was startled.

Ye Feiyang was silent.

The Master's Concubine remained unchanged.

"Explanation? Explain it to me."

Ye Jincheng rushed up and shouted to Shi Zixian, "Explanation whether you like Ye Fan."

"Ba"

The Master Zi slapped Ye Jincheng with a backhand slap and shouted:

"Why should this saint explain to you in his life?"

Ye Jincheng fell to the ground with a groan, looking at the eyes of Shi Zizi's concubine with grief.

No explanation means explanation, equal to default.

A suffocation made Ye Jincheng extremely uncomfortable.

He clenched his fist.

Ye Feiyang quickly pressed him down with his eyes and hands: "Young Master Ye, the wife is still inside, it's important to save people first."

This sentence made Ye Jincheng's body tremble, his eyes flushed like a tide, and his anger was suppressed back to his heart.

He struggled to look at the yard and shouted: "Mom--"

Amid Ye Jincheng's roar, there was a hustle and bustle in front of him. First, more than a dozen fire-fighting guards retreated one after another.

Then more than a dozen black-clad nuns who rushed into the sea of ​​fire to save people also retreated in a gray face.

"Saint, the fire is too big, there are also combustion aids, and the thick smoke is too big, so it cannot save people at all."

A nun in black ran back to Shi Zixian and coughed and reported.

Seeing so many people rushing into the sea of ​​fire to save their mother, Ye Jincheng breathed slightly and felt that he had blamed the Saint a little wrongly.

Then, dozens of people ran back in a panic:

"Mr. Ye, the fire is too big, there are too many debris, and the thick smoke is too choking. I can't save it, I can't save it."

"Yes, the yard is basically made of wood. When the fire burns through, it's impossible to see clearly inside."

These people are the loyalists of Ye Jincheng.

They were panting and coughing constantly, and several of them were already dehydrated.

"Waste, waste!"

Seeing this, Ye Jincheng cursed angrily, then stepped forward and yelled: "Mom, Mom--"

"Boom boom boom boom--"

Just when Ye Jincheng and the others were looking desperate, a series of loud noises exploded in everyone's ears.

Then, in the place where the fire was most violent, a thick wooden frame blocked the passage of the road, and more than a dozen people were rushing to death.

They were on fire and their hair was on fire, but they were not afraid at all, just hitting desperately like machinery.

This completely confused everyone.

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