"This is impossible, it's all fake, fake!"

Ye Mingdao screamed and rushed over.

Dongfang Zhanhu followed closely behind, and he also suspected that everything in front of him was fake.

Only Huan Bang stood there, staring blankly at the blooming peonies.

"Are you blind? Can't you tell the difference between real flowers and fake flowers?"

Tang Fan looked at Ye Mingdao with contempt and said.

"This must be an illusion, Mr. Hu, you can't believe him!"

Ye Mingdao was about to collapse. He reached out and touched the flowers, but couldn't find any flaws.

"Ye Mingdao, I finally made the peony bloom again. If you touch the flowers, be careful, I will fight for you!"

Tang Fan said viciously. As soon as he said this, his mind moved and he looked at the peony flower in surprise.

Then, a magical scene appeared. The flower touched by Ye Mingdao quickly withered and fell into his palm.

"This...this was not done by me, I..."

Ye Mingdao stared blankly at the withered flowers in his hands, his consciousness completely confused.

Tang Fan was ecstatic in his heart. He never imagined that after Peony absorbed the energy of the spirit stone, not only would its consciousness be enhanced and it could communicate with him, but it would also act completely in accordance with its consciousness.

"You said it was fake?"

Without Tang Fan saying anything, Huan Bang walked up to Ye Mingdao with a livid face.

"Mr. Hu, this...I didn't mean it, it...it fell by itself!"

Ye Mingdao looked sad, holding the withered flowers as if they were bombs, but he did not dare to throw them away.

"I'll settle the score with you later!"

Huan Bang slowly walked to the peony, sniffed it vigorously, and said with a smile: "It's really a miracle in the world, this is a good sign, haha!"

"Old man, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Tang Fan held his hands in front of his chest with a proud look on his face.

"Yes, you are quite capable, no wonder you have such a bad temper!"

"Am I as angry as you?"

Tang Fan smiled bitterly.

"That's great. This peony of mine got sick this year and didn't have many flowers. I didn't expect that now, this is really..."

Huan Bang was so excited that he didn't know what to say and circled around the peonies.

Dongfang Zhanhu also looked curious and asked: "Tang Fan, I know you can cure diseases and save people, but how did you save this flower?"

Tang Fandao: "Everything in the world is life. As long as there is life, I can save it! The peony flower has a spirit. It absorbed my cultivation and naturally stimulated its potential!"

"But why are there no traces of this broken branch?"

Juan Bang bent down and searched carefully, but found no trace.

Tang Fan said proudly: "Of course I have a way!"

"Little brother, how long can my flower bloom?"

Tang Fan stared at the spirit stone at the base of the tree and analyzed: "A week is no problem!"

"Can it be longer?"

Huan Bang rubbed his hands together with a look of flattery on his face.

Tang Fan smiled bitterly and said: "Old man, you can't be greedy. This flowering period is an accident. If the flowering period is too long, it will damage its vitality."

"Okay, I'll listen to you!"

After Huan Bang retired, he loved flowers as much as his life, especially peonies.

He couldn't care less about the strange beasts at the moment, and just enjoyed admiring the peonies.

"Director Ye Da, if you are willing to admit defeat, please transfer the money!"

Tang Fan looked at Ye Mingdao and stretched out his hand shyly.

"Hmph, why are you so anxious? Are you afraid that I will regret it?"

Ye Mingdao felt so regretful. He originally wanted to see Jiu Chu's jokes and show off in front of these old guys.

But in the end, he lost his wife and lost his troops, and the losses were huge.

"That's right, I don't believe you!"

Tang Fan nodded.

"you……"

Ye Mingdao became even more angry and felt very aggrieved.

Dongfang Zhanhu reminded: "Director Ye, don't forget that Mr. Hu is the witness of your bet. You won't regret it, right?"

"Ye Xiaozi!"

Huan Bang, who was admiring the flowers, suddenly raised his head and sneered: "Give me money!"

"well……"

Seeing Huan Bang getting angry, Ye Mingdao quickly asked his subordinates to transfer 10 billion to Tang Fan.

"Haha, it's so good to make money!"

Tang Fan laughed wildly in front of Ye Mingdao, obviously getting an advantage and acting like a good boy.

Huan Bang looked at Tang Fan with a smile and said: "I also have a pot of epiphyllum in my room. It has not bloomed for several years. Do you think you can..."

Tang Fan smiled bitterly and said: "Old man, I have to catch strange beasts now, so I don't have time to care about your flowers!"

"The matter of the strange beasts is not urgent. If you can make my epiphyllum bloom, I...I owe you another favor!"

"I'll think about it."

Tang Fan would not agree to him easily.

At this moment, Ye Mingdao's subordinates ran over.

"Director, it's not good!"

Ye Mingdao was furious. When he saw the helpless look of his subordinates, he became furious and shouted: "What's so urgent? Is the sky falling?"

"Director, I...we found the young master."

"I discovered it when I discovered it. What... is he doing here?"

"We don't know, he..."

The subordinate hesitated and didn't know how to explain.

Ye Mingdao shouted: "Let him come here quickly!"

"Director Ye, I brought it here for you, please see if it's your young master!"

Bai Jingyi and Yun Shuai also walked over, and the staff behind them carried a stretcher covered with a white cloth.

Ye Mingdao hadn't reacted yet and asked, "Who is this? Was he bitten to death by a strange beast?"

"See for yourself."

Bai Jingyi said with a complicated expression.

They just found Ye Jian's body in the pool. They didn't know who he was at the time, but Ye Mingdao's subordinates recognized him.

"Director, Young Master, he..."

The subordinate pointed to the stretcher with a sad look on his face.

"Ah, how could he..."

Ye Mingdao suddenly woke up and immediately ran to the stretcher and pulled away the white cloth.

He stared blankly at the torn and traumatized body in front of him, clutched his chest and screamed in pain: "Jian'er, how could you do this!"

"puff!"

Ye Mingdao spurted blood and fell to the ground.

"Director!"

His subordinates quickly stepped forward and helped him up.

"Jian'er, I will definitely avenge you, Jian'er..."

Ye Mingdao wailed and cried bitterly. He only had such a son. He had worked hard to cultivate him over the years and spent almost all his cultivation resources on him, but he did not expect that he would die at a young age.

"Who did it? Who did this? Dongfang Zhanhu, Tang Fan, is it you, is it..."

"Ye Mingdao, are you mentally ill? I don't even know him!"
To be continued...