My Demon Queen

Chapter 236 Zhang Xiaofan

When Ye An heard the name of his opponent, he felt as if he was struck by a thunderbolt. He stood still in an instant, as if time had frozen.

Ye An's face was filled with astonishment and disbelief. He felt an indescribable strange feeling suddenly surge into his heart like a tide, as if the whole world had become unreal.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth slightly open, and he looked as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world, and he felt terrible.

"Who should I fight? Qingyun Sect? Zhang Xiaofan? My Brother Fan? The Brother Fan who has mastered the three schools of Buddhism, Demonism and Taoism? I don't want to play anymore. Whoever wants to play can play."

Ye An complained madly in his heart, and the voice kept echoing in his mind like surging waves hitting the rocks.

I never thought that there would be so many people with the same name in this world. It's too outrageous.

"Master Mo, it's your turn."

Wuyou looked at Ye An's face full of helplessness. The voice was like a clear stream, flowing slowly in the air. He frowned slightly, with a hint of worry in his eyes, as if he was uneasy about Ye An's condition, thinking that something had happened to Ye An and he didn't hear it, so he reminded him softly.

"He's frightened, ignore him."

The little fox snorted disdainfully in Ye An's arms. The sound was crisp and sharp, like a sharp blade that instantly cut through the quiet air.

Anyway, she would belittle Ye An whenever she had the chance. Her little face was full of pride and arrogance, as if she was announcing to the whole world her dissatisfaction with Ye An.

Ye An finally came back to his senses, looked at Wuyou's slightly worried eyes, and forced a smile.

There was a hint of bitterness and helplessness in his smile, as if he had just experienced a huge storm.

"It's my turn now, so I'll be back soon?"

Ye An said with a smile, but he held the little fox in his arms even more tightly.

"Ah~ Someone is killing the cute little foxes! Some ugly monsters are afraid that they can't beat others, so they start killing the smart, cute and clever little foxes."

The little fox struggled hard in Ye An's arms, waving its two short legs and arms vigorously, and its furry fox tail was also swinging.

Her voice was sharp and piercing, as if she was protesting Ye An's "atrocities" to the whole world.

That little body was like a lively little spring, jumping constantly and making people laugh.

Wuyou also laughed at this scene and shook his head slightly. His smile was like the spring sunshine, warm and bright, making people feel extremely comfortable and at ease. The slight shaking of his head seemed to express his helplessness and pampering towards this scene.

Ye An was even more helpless, "Okay, stop howling, I didn't use any strength."

There was a hint of fatigue and helplessness in his voice, as if he was already accustomed to the little fox's unreasonable behavior.

When the little fox heard Ye An's words, he lowered his head in embarrassment, as if he was dead.

She looked like a child who had done something wrong, which was both annoying and funny. Her little head was drooping as if she was ashamed of her behavior.

"Then will Lord Mo Shi go?"

Wuyou asked with a smile, taking another look at the cute little fox.

His eyes were full of tenderness and curiosity, as if he was very interested in the little fox.

But Ye An saw this and then laughed.

There was a hint of cunning and complacency in his smile, as if he had discovered something interesting.

“去，当然要去，揍情敌这种事，几百年遇不到一次，小和尚，帮我看着这小狐狸，回来和你聊天啊！”

After saying that, Ye An didn't wait for Wuyou to answer, and threw the fake dead little fox into Wuyou's arms. Then he jumped to the ring.

Wuyou instinctively reached out to catch the little fox, but as soon as he touched it, he felt like he had broken his rules, and this posture...

Because when Ye An threw the little fox, he threw it facing himself.

Wuyou took it and held it in his arms like a father holding his daughter.

The little fox's softest part as a woman touched Wuyou's face, and his hand was on the little fox's waist.

Because the little fox pretended to be dead, she woke up immediately when Ye An threw her. However, when she saw herself flying towards Wuyou, she chose to close her eyes, and her two short hands tightly held Wuyou's bald head.

Ye An looked at the scene between the two as if a prank had succeeded, and immediately burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, little monk, you've broken your vows. Little fox, brother can only help you to this extent, hahahaha. Little fox falls in love with the little monk. I feel like I can tell stories to Mo Qingcheng again."

Ye An stood on the stage, watching this scene, and he was so happy.

His laughter was hearty and unrestrained, like a naughty child who had successfully pulled off a prank.

"Are you Mo An?"

At this time, a rough male voice sounded behind Ye An. Then Ye An looked in the direction of the voice and found a burly man holding a fire stick and looking at him ferociously. He looked like a ferocious beast, which made people shudder.

"Could this thing be...Brother Fan?"

Ye An asked doubtfully: "I am Mo An, who are you?"

There was a hint of vigilance and doubt in his voice, as if he was wary of this big man who suddenly appeared.

The big man carried the firewood stick on his shoulder and said disdainfully, "I am from Qingyun Sect, Zhang Xiaofan."

Zhang Xiaofan's voice was loud and rough, as if announcing his identity and strength to the world.

Ye An's face darkened instantly, and an inexplicable anger surged in his heart.

"Really? I won't be polite then. My Lu Xueqi is so nice, but you were playing tug-of-war with her, thinking about Bi Yao, and following Xiao Bai around. I'm sorry, Brother Fan, I can't do anything to you in that world. This is a BUFF today. Fill it up for me."

Ye An stood up with a dark face and looked at Zhang Xiaofan in front of him. The urge to beat him to death became stronger and stronger.

Even if he was half as handsome as Zhang Xiaofan, Ye An would not have the intention to kill him. However, with the blessing of various BUFFs, Zhang Xiaofan today would probably have to walk out sideways.

The referee looked at both sides and saw that they were ready, then snapped his fingers, and with a "click" the game officially began.

The sound was clear and loud, like a thunderclap, instantly breaking the tense atmosphere.

Ye An also made the classic starting move of Wing Chun, the asking hand, and hooked his finger at Zhang Xiaofan opposite him.

The only skill I can use now is Wing Chun. If Mu Wushuang sees me using Tai Chi and Bajiquan here, it will be really bad.

Seeing that Ye An still dared to ignore him, Zhang Xiaofan immediately raised the fire stick in his hand and used his spiritual power to smash it towards Ye An.

The movement was swift and powerful, like a flash of lightning, instantly cutting through the air.

Ye An looked at Zhang Xiaofan who was rushing towards him aggressively, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

There was no way. After watching the anime Zhu Xian, Ye An became completely obsessed with Lu Xueqi. So, now that he had the chance to vent, how could he let her run away?

Zhang Xiaofan raised the fire stick in his hand and used his spiritual power to smash it towards Ye An.

Ye An snorted angrily, and slightly turned his body, avoiding the fire stick with fierce spiritual power by a hair's breadth.

The strong wind caused by the fire poker messed up Ye An's hair, but failed to hurt him at all.

The movement was swift and precise, like a nimble cat, easily avoiding the enemy's attack.

Zhang Xiaofan missed the first attack and swung the fire stick again. With the surge of spiritual power, the shadow of the stick was heavy and enveloped Ye An.

Ye An's eyes were wide open with anger, and his steps changed as fast as lightning as he shuttled through the shadows of the sticks.

His figure was as fast as a ghost, and every move he made accurately avoided Zhang Xiaofan's attacks. At the same time, the anger in his heart grew stronger.

Ye An seized the opportunity and rushed forward like an angry cheetah, using Wing Chun's sun-shaped punch.

His fists were filled with endless rage and struck out like a storm.

Zhang Xiaofan quickly raised his stick to block, but the huge force of Ye An's punch made his arm numb and his palm painful.

The force was like a mountain, pressing down hard on Zhang Xiaofan.

Ye An showed no mercy and launched a series of violent quick punches.

His fist was like a burning meteorite, smashing into Zhang Xiaofan's defense with destructive power.

Each punch made a dull sound, as if venting the anger in Ye An's heart.

Zhang Xiaofan was beaten back step by step by Ye An's sudden and fierce attack, and was terrified.

He tried to fight back with spiritual power, but Ye An's attack speed was too fast, leaving him no time to use his spiritual power.

While attacking, Ye An roared angrily, as if he wanted to release all the anger in his heart.

Ye An noticed that Zhang Xiaofan's steps were a little disordered when he was defending. The anger in his heart drove him to seize this opportunity immediately and launched a fierce sweeping kick.

Zhang Xiaofan had no time to react before Ye An's kick hit him. He lost his balance and fell heavily backwards.

The action was swift and decisive, like a sharp blade, instantly cutting through the enemy's defense line.

Ye An was furious. He rushed forward, grabbed Zhang Xiaofan's arm with Wing Chun's grappling technique, and twisted it hard.

Zhang Xiaofan only felt a sharp pain in his arm, and the fire stick in his hand fell to the ground.

Ye An still did not give up and continued to punch Zhang Xiaofan, one punch after another, leaving Zhang Xiaofan without any chance to fight back.

The power was like surging waves, one after another, impossible to resist.

In the end, Zhang Xiaofan fell to the ground and was beaten into a pig's head.

His face was covered in blood and his eyes were filled with fear and despair.

Ye An stood aside, his chest heaving violently, and the anger in his eyes gradually subsided.

He looked at Zhang Xiaofan who was seriously injured by him, and the anger in his heart was finally released a little.

"Ah! I have no regrets in my life. Okay, now I only have my wife in my heart. How about I call her my wife from now on? My wife is too weird. Where is my wife? Where is my wife?"

Ye An no longer looked at Zhang Xiaofan, but looked towards the stands, trying to see where his wife was. His eyes were full of expectation and tenderness.

Not long after, Ye An saw Mo Qingcheng and discovered that a vacuum zone of ten meters had formed around Mo Qingcheng. What helped Mo Qingcheng form this zone was actually a katana disguised as a machete.

Ye An opened his mouth in surprise for a moment, as if he had forgotten that Mo Qingcheng would never let anyone get close to her. He just didn't expect that the method would be so rough.

Mo Qingcheng also saw Ye An trying hard to find her, and she raised her hand and waved gracefully, her eyes filled with happiness.

Ye An quickly put away his surprised expression, waved vigorously at Mo Qingcheng, and did not forget to draw a heart in the air.

His movements were full of love and tenderness, as if he was declaring his love for Mo Qingcheng to the whole world.

Mo Qingcheng was also amused by Ye An's action. Having been with Ye An for so long, she knew what this meant, but she ignored other people's opinions and drew a small heart in front of her.

When Ye An saw this scene, his eyes were filled with happiness and satisfaction, as if he owned the whole world.

The referee seemed unable to bear it anymore and spoke directly.

"In this game, Mo Ansheng, hurry down."

There was a hint of helplessness and fatigue in his voice, as if he had reached the point where he could no longer tolerate this loving couple.

Ye An smiled and glanced at the referee who was fed with dog food, waved at Mo Qingcheng and went downstairs, because there were more important melons waiting for him to eat.

"Don't let me down, you two!"