Bai Xuxu

Season 591 The Safest Place

Fei Jiang pointed at him and roared, "Youngster Ying Fan! What do you think you're doing?!"

Ming Zhi Tian caught the smell of lamp oil all around. "He's going to burn the manor?"

Ying Fan slowly opened his eyes. "I haven't even warmed my seat, and you guys are already here?"

Fei Jiang grew anxious. "Stop it immediately! Ying Fan, I warn you, don't do anything rash. Wanping Manor is Marshal Zhuo's thirty years of effort. You can't do this to him!"

Ying Fan didn't answer him directly, instead looking at Ming Zhi Tian. "I wonder when you, Fei Jiang, became so smart. Turns out you have a master guiding you."

Fei Jiang said, "Don't change the subject. What do you want?!"

Ying Fan said, "What do I want? Fei Jiang, you still don't understand, even now? Haven't you seen through it yet? What I want is simple: this manor lord's position. You still ask such a childish question?"

Fei Jiang remembered the deceased Zhuo Qiran, his eyes reddening. "Just for the manor lord's position, you could cruelly attack Marshal Zhuo. Are you even human? You should know that Marshal Zhuo treated you like a brother. If you had asked, he would have handed over the manor lord's position without hesitation. But you..."

"Ah hahaha...!" Ying Fan burst into laughter. "Just the manor lord's position? Fei Jiang, you're too young. You have no idea how much effort, how much heart and soul I, Ying Fan, poured into getting this position. No, you wouldn't know. Twelve years, I meticulously planned for twelve years, only to seize this opportunity to ally with the Ming Tian Sect. But it was still ruined by Ming Zhi Tian, you! This fellow..."

He had too much resentment. "It's fate! It's Heaven! If it doesn't let me be the lord, then I won't be. Zhuo Qiran considered me a brother? What a joke! Hmph! If he truly considered me a brother, why didn't he abdicate immediately and make way? Why didn't he give his confidant, you! Fei Jiang, to me as my right-hand man?"

Ying Fan's laughter turned to resentment, and then to disdain. "If I had asked, I fear Zhuo Qiran would have struck first. At that time, it wouldn't have been him who died, but me."

"Enough!" Fei Jiang was enraged, not expecting Ying Fan to be so obstinate and to belittle Zhuo Qiran. "Ying Fan, shut up! Marshal Zhuo will never be spoken of by you, but in the hearts of all of us. Because your mouth is too foul. A manor lord Zhuo, who was admired and worshipped by the world, has become a villain in your mouth. I declare, you are not worthy! Not worthy of speaking of Marshal Zhuo!"

Ying Fan snorted coldly. "Then why the nonsense? We are each serving our own masters. Do you think... I, Ying Fan, have nowhere to hide? You are wrong, terribly wrong! I can turn around and join the Ming Tian Sect to deal with you self-righteous proponents of justice."

Fei Jiang accused him, "You truly are a born traitor, a turncoat!"

Ying Fan shook the special torch in his hand, blazing with flames. "The manor is filled with white phosphorus and lamp oil, igniting with a touch, reaching temperatures of up to two hundred and eighty degrees. Haha, guess what? Can you extinguish it?"

Fei Jiang pointed at him, furious. "Ying... Fan! You stop this!"

Ying Fan was amused. "You... want me to stop just because you say so? Who do you think you are? Didn't I tell you? Do you need me to repeat myself? You are nothing but Zhuo Qiran's dog, what are you barking about!"

While they were talking, Ming Zhi Tian had secretly summoned the "Shu Jian Lu" behind his back. Five divine swords quietly circled to Ying Fan's rear.