Chapter 883 Monitoring

"Ye Wang, are you talking about coming here?"

In the misty bathhouse, Sakuragi looked at Ye Fan who had already walked out of the dressing room, with a look of surprise on his face.

"I'm talking about taking a bath to relax." Ye Fan stretched his muscles, looked at Ye Fan, and said teasingly: "What else do you think it is?"

"I thought... I thought it was also a bath." Sakuragi felt a little embarrassed when he found out that he was teased by Ye Fan. His old face turned red and he continued:

"Indeed, I haven't taken a bath for a while."

"What do you mean by opening the meat?" Ye Fan saw that Sakuragi didn't admit it, and continued to tease.

"Opening the meat, opening the meat means rubbing the body after taking a bath." Sakuragi hurriedly explained, and hurriedly walked into the large bath in the middle, and did not forget to explain: "This is the dialect of our place. It's normal that you don't understand it, Ye Wang..."

"This Sakuragi, I can't tell, at such an old age, still has these ideas."

Ye Fan looked at Sakuragi's back, with a smile on his face, and didn't ask any more questions.

He doesn't like to restrict his people in every aspect. No one is perfect. It stands to reason that practitioners also cultivate their minds and should take the initiative to restrain themselves.

But the fact is not so. Practitioners have power and status that ordinary people can hardly reach, and these power and status bring about desires that are destined to expand.

Ordinary people want to indulge, either they have money or power, but practitioners can cross the gap that ordinary people can hardly cross.

They are powerful.

It is difficult for anyone to completely control themselves with money and women that can be obtained by waving their hands.

"As long as you don't indulge in it." After saying this, Ye Fan thought of Fatty Li in his mind.

Fatty Li must have a very deep understanding of this.

"Hey, do you want to wash or not? What are you doing here?" Suddenly, a strong man's voice came from the side, with a violent tone.

Ye Fan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a big man over two meters tall with a very sturdy body.

"You are..."

"Who do you care who I am?" The big man answered without any politeness, stretched out his hand and tried to push Ye Fan away.

Ye Fan did not move, and let the big man push him. At first, the big man pushed casually and did not move, but soon, some blue meridians on his arm appeared, and he pushed Ye Fan aside.

"You are sick." The big man felt that Ye Fan was unusual, cursed secretly, and walked towards the bath without entanglement.

Xiu Shu 蛧 Ye Fan was naturally not annoyed. Seeing the big man walking towards the bath, his eyes showed a glimmer of interest.

"In the far north, I heard that there is a group of human races, tall, resistant to extreme cold, thick skin and flesh, and it is said that they have the blood inheritance of ancient snow monsters, and are called the snowman tribe."

"Is my luck so good that I can run into the snowman tribe just by relaxing..."

"My son is gone?"

In the north, the shocked voice of the king of the north shattered the cup on the table.

"What does 'not here' mean?"

"Your Majesty, not here means not here. Oh, I just can't find where he went..." The guard who came to report knelt down hurriedly: "The prince is practicing and studying in the Divine Palace. We usually don't dare to disturb him. It was not until today that we found out that the prince was not here."

"The teacher at the Divine Palace said that the prince has not been in class for many days. They thought that the prince had returned to the Northland."

"Someone attacked the prince of the Northland and wanted to use him to threaten me."

"This, how is this possible..." The guard wanted to comfort him, but the King of the Northland said coldly:

"Go to the Divine Palace to find the Lord of God and say that my prince of the Northland was kidnapped in his school and ask him to come to see me!"

"Understood!"

The guard agreed quickly and ran out in a hurry.

The King of the Northland sat in his seat with a gloomy face.

Lingbao was his most valued son. He had just been confirmed as the prince a few days ago, and he was kidnapped in the blink of an eye.

"Who is it?" The King of Beidi swept his eyes across the map in front of him, and several names emerged from his mind, but he rejected them one by one.

"No one dares to provoke Beidi at this time."

"Except that kid."

In the end, Ye Fan's name was still stuck in the middle, and the King of Beidi frowned.

Since his rise, he has been making alliances and plotting, and few people can survive his means safely, but the appearance of Ye Fan and Ning Xiachuan completely broke his stability. Ь

First, Ning Xiachuan seized the node of the chaos and forced him out of Kyoto, making him miss the best opportunity to control the human race from the beginning. Then it was Ye Fan, who locked him in the north with the help of Mingxin Sect, and dominated the south with a remote province, and even now he can compete with Beidi.

Both of them rose in a very short time, and their style of doing things was extremely bold. Ning Xiachuan was fine, but with the blessing of the final fantasy beast species, he was completely crazy.

But Ye Fan is different. His madness is mixed with cunning.

"If it's him, he is very likely to do such a thing." The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. King Beidi took out a star disk.

The star disk was suspenseful. Around the disk, the word Yantian could be vaguely seen.

"Why are there so many Ye Fan?" After only taking a look at the star disk, King Beidi frowned even more. There were dozens of red dots on the star disk, marking Ye Fan's traces. Ь

Some of these red dots were moving, some were staying, in all directions of the east, south, west, and north, and some places that could not be named... everywhere.

"He used his essence, blood and hair to disguise himself." The King of Beidi guessed Ye Fan's thoughts and couldn't help but sigh: "With dozens of clones, the loss of essence and blood alone is enough to weaken him for a while."

"I didn't kill this boy last time. I'm afraid I will never have a chance in the future!"

Boom!

While the King of Beidi was in distress, a figure flashed and landed in the hall, crushing several pieces of floorboards.

"King of Beidi, where is your prince?"

"You ask me? I want to ask you something." As soon as the Lord of God opened his mouth, the King of Beidi immediately responded: "The person was lost in your Divine Palace."

"You have so many powerful people in your Divine Palace, and such cutting-edge technology, can't you even take care of my son?"

"I don't know." The Lord of God was also puzzled: "I checked all the surveillance images of the academy on the way here, and did not find any suspicious people around the prince's residence."

"Show me the video." King of Beidi said: "I have a suspect, that person has many tricks, and ordinary inspections will definitely not be able to find him."

"Okay." Hearing King of Beidi say this, the Lord of God did not refuse. He raised his hand and the image appeared on a wall of the palace.

The image lasted for a long time, and King of Beidi was fully focused. He was originally a high-level practitioner, and his memory and observation were outstanding.

"Right here."

After a long time, the King of Beidi suddenly said, "Back off four seconds, slow down ten times."

"Okay."

The image slowed down, and in the picture, the ground was flat and windless, but the few dead leaves on the ground suddenly moved a little.

Then, the dead leaves seemed to be pulled by something, and moved in the opposite direction for no reason, returning to their original positions.

"That's the guy!" Such a cautious style immediately confirmed the King of Beidi's guess.

"Ye Fan, this bastard! He really caught my son!"