The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 1316 Fighting wits and courage
Chapter 310: Battle of wits and courage
Although the power is weak, Ye Fan still doesn't want to be slaughtered, at least he will bring thousands of people to be buried with him.

After he whispered to Tang Shier for a while, Tang Shier gave a thumbs up, then turned around and took someone to arrange.

Taking advantage of the time when the disciples of the Blood Doctor Sect surrounded the Blood Dragon Garden, Ye Fan went to see the injured Song Hongyan.

Death Forbearance's kick was not fatal, but it also caused Song Hongyan a lot of damage.

Fortunately, Xuelong Garden has all kinds of medicines. Ye Fan found some medicines and silver needles for treatment. Song Hongyan's complexion improved a lot soon, and she lay down in a lounge to rest.

The stiff mother-in-law took care of her and the little girl.

After Ye Fan told Grandma Zhuang, she returned to the city wall again.

At this moment, Masako Jinggong stepped forward after the deployment, and shouted at Ye Fan:
"Ye Fan, I know it's you!"

"You killed my son and washed the Blood Dragon Garden with blood. Don't say you are just wearing a mask, I can recognize you even if you turn into ashes."

"Let me tell you, you have been surrounded by me, not only on the mountain, but also on the mountainside and below the mountain are blood doctors."

"I know you are very powerful, and you are still killing people in Sensoji Temple, but I still don't believe that you can kill me from among my [-] disciples and guns!"

Masako Jinggong put on a body armor and stared at Ye Fan fiercely:

"Your best choice now is to put down your weapons and surrender, and then obediently admit your identity and your guilt."

"Only in this way can you have a way to survive, and you and Song Hongyan don't have to be desperate couples."

"Otherwise, you will all be shot to death one by one, and I will chop up and feed the dogs, and I will even send the video of your tragic death to Ye Tang for appreciation."

"You killed Takeda Hideyoshi and asked me to send a white-haired man to a black-haired man. I should also let your parents feel the pain of losing a child in middle age."

"Abandon your weapon and surrender, recognize your identity, and spare your life."

She had already received news that before Ye Fan came to Yangguo, he made excuses to make a big fuss with the authorities.

Then he resigned from his official status as the first envoy of the Wumeng League, a national scholar, and the head of the Chinese Medical School.

Jinggong Masako not only hoped to take Ye Fan to pieces to avenge her son, but also hoped that even Shenzhou would be punished.

Otherwise, it would not be enough to vent the anger in her heart.

"Give you 3 minutes, if you don't give up your arms and surrender, I will order a full-scale attack."

"You should be clear, I don't even need the blood doctors to charge, I just let the helicopters shoot you, and I can beat you to pieces."

"Although the helicopter can't rush in because of the air defense system, there is no problem with strafing you from a long distance."

"You don't have the confidence to fight against me at all, no, you don't even have a chance to fight!"

Jing Gong Masako's voice resounded through the audience, and it also carried an indescribable domineering spirit.

This wave of self-confidence made the disciples of the Blood Doctor Sect cry out, boosted their morale, and swept away the frustration of Takeda Hideyoshi and Tensha Eight Ninjas.

"Master of the palace, good evening, it's a pleasure to meet you, the prince."

Ye Fan laughed loudly when he heard the words, then stood at the front of the city wall and stared at Masako Jinggong:

"Unfortunately, I'm not Ye Fan, and I don't know Ye Fan. I'm the one who robbed the house and accidentally robbed the Blood Dragon Garden."

"And then it was a fluke."

"So if you want to take revenge, just let me go. There's no need to frame me as Ye Fan."

"You hate Ye Fan so much, did he kill your father or your son?"

Ye Fan bluntly prodded, and at the same time glanced at the dozen or so foreign reporters behind the crowd, with a playful twitch on the corner of his mouth.

If you want to trick him, use him as an excuse, how can Ye Fan give the blood doctor a chance?

Hearing that she had killed her son, Masako Jinggong was shocked, grabbed a gun, and fired at the city wall, causing the green bricks to crackle.

Masako Jinggong raised her gun and shouted at Ye Fan:
"Ye Fan, are you looking for death?"

"No matter how powerful you are, can you stop my bullets? Can you stop one, ten, one hundred, one thousand?"

"One minute left, if you don't surrender, I will kill you all!"

She didn't know where Ye Fan's strength came from.

Countless blood doctors stepped forward, pointing at Ye Fan with swords and guns.

The helicopter also turned its heavy gun to lock on Ye Fan, ready to shoot and kill him at any time.

"Of course I can't stop you from having so many guns."

"But I don't think you dare to open fire."

Ye Fan laughed loudly: "Otherwise you Jinggong will become a sinner through the ages."

Jing Gong Masako's voice sank: "What do you mean?"

Ye Fan didn't speak, just waved his hand.

Soon, more than 100 elite members of the Five Families rushed to the city wall, each carrying a big bag.

As Ye Fan signaled, they poured out the contents of the bag on the city wall.

Gold bricks, blood diamonds, night pearls, porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, ancient books, martial arts, swords, prescriptions, bottles and jars...

Piles of priceless things scattered on the city wall, irritating the eyes of countless blood doctor disciples.

Masako Jinggong's face couldn't stop changing and shouted: "Ye Fan, what are you doing?"

"This Fushan Night Pearl, I heard it has a history of 300 years and is worth [-] million?"

"This chrysanthemum sword seems to be a national treasure weapon worth [-] million used by Director Okita."

"This Dunhuang suicide note... Damn it, it was snatched from Shenzhou by the blood doctor family back then..."

Ye Fan grabbed a bunch of things casually, and told the blood doctor about the origin like a few treasures, and then took a bright red porcelain in his hand.

"Is this one of the Sanyang porcelains?"

"Morning sun, afternoon sun, and sunset, each is worth hundreds of millions. Most importantly, it represents the highest craftsmanship of Yang country porcelain."

"As I remember, it seems to be called Yangguo Tang Sancai, and it is the last three porcelains of that period."

"This is Chenyang. The workmanship is really good. Look at the sun, how bright and dazzling it is."

Ye Fan also found the other two porcelains:
"Blood Dragon Garden is well-deserved of its reputation. It collects all good things."

"It has been rumored for a long time that most of the priceless things of the Yang Kingdom are gathered here. Any broken book or chamber pot is a heavy history."

"I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it."

"You said, if you opened fire and smashed them to pieces, how would you explain it to the Yang Kingdom officials, and how would you explain it to the [-] million people?"

"Do you have history in your heart? Do you have respect for your ancestors? Do you have a sense of awe for your children and grandchildren?"

"To destroy these antiques, you are disrespectful to your ancestors and irresponsible to your descendants."

Ye Fanyi's voice became impassioned,
"Ye Fan, are you shameless enough to threaten us with these things?"

Jing Gong Masako's face was ugly, and then he yelled: "It's a pity, we don't care about these..."

"Snapped--"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Fan knocked Chenyang Porcelain against the city wall.

With a bang, the Chenyang porcelain shattered and fell off the city wall with a bang, which also stimulated the hearts of the blood doctors.

Ye Fan threw away the fragments, picked up the Wuyang Porcelain and smiled: "Just don't care, otherwise I'm worried about your distress."

Masako Jinggong was furious: "Ye Fan, we will not be threatened by you..."

"Snapped--"

Ye Fan smashed Wuyang Porcelain into pieces with a loud bang.

"It's good not to be threatened."

Ye Fan picked up the sunset porcelain: "This is the last one, it's broken, Yangguo doesn't have that period of craft history anymore..."

Jing Gong Masako's face turned pale: "Bastard, you will die..."

"Whoosh!"

As soon as Ye Fan raised his hand, the setting sun porcelain smashed at Masako Jinggong's feet.

Porcelain hit the blue brick like a meteor.

"Whoosh-"

Jing Gong Masako disappeared like a civet cat, catching the priceless porcelain with both hands.

Trembling...

(End of this chapter)