Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 1084 - 1009: Go Ahead, Shoot

However, Shui Yiyi felt a little secretly pleased in her heart. Mistress, this name is not bad.

Ye Qingfeng turned around and walked up to Shui Yiyi, whose face immediately turned even redder.

"I, I didn’t tell Bu Fan to call me that." Shui Yiyi suddenly said softly.

Ye Qingfeng was about to reach out to Shui Yiyi, and hearing her words, he was momentarily stunned, "What?"

"I said it’s not me who told Bu Fan to call me mistress." Shui Yiyi suddenly lifted her head, staring directly at Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a bit speechless, he said calmly, "It’s alright, there’s nothing wrong with calling you that."

When Ye Qingfeng first heard Bu Fan call her that, he was a bit startled, but now he doesn’t mind as much. After all, he and Shui Yiyi had already been intimate, so there was nothing wrong with calling her mistress.

"Is it really okay to call me mistress?" Shui Yiyi was secretly delighted but didn’t say it aloud. She didn’t know what Ye Qingfeng was thinking; did it mean he was starting to accept her?

Ye Qingfeng extended his hand, and Shui Yiyi’s face turned red to her ears. They were in public, after all.

Shui Yiyi’s heart was pounding wildly. Although she didn’t really resist, she wasn’t fully prepared!

"It’s done." At this moment, Ye Qingfeng withdrew his hand.

"Ah? What’s done?" Shui Yiyi was stunned, not understanding why Ye Qingfeng let go suddenly. Was he uncomfortable?

Was it because they were too small? Shui Yiyi couldn’t help but glance downwards.

Did Ye Qingfeng not like it this way?

"Of course, your wound is healed." Ye Qingfeng said.

Shui Yiyi’s face immediately turned red. She wanted to find a hole to hide in due to the embarrassment. What was she thinking? Apparently, Ye Qingfeng just wanted to heal her.

She moved a bit and suddenly felt incredibly relaxed, as if she was completely healed.

"It’s done, Bu Fan. Your mistress... Shui Yiyi has already recovered. Come over quickly." Ye Qingfeng called to Bu Fan. He initially wanted to say mistress, but it felt strange, so he ended up calling her by her name.

Shui Yiyi felt a faint sense of disappointment in her heart, but it quickly disappeared. She was already quite satisfied; her relationship with Ye Qingfeng had improved a lot.

Bu Fan obediently walked over.

The surrounding customers were already dumbfounded. They were frozen in shock. Who was this young man, and how did he appear here without them noticing at all?

Moreover, they were surrounded by underground forces, yet nobody seemed nervous. This young man didn’t seem concerned about these underground forces at all.

The crowd stared blankly at this young man, with his delicate face, handsome features, and tall, slender stature, looking like a very gentle person.

But how did he make the previously berserk child, indifferent to the threats of machetes, stop immediately and become so obedient?

Who exactly is this delicate young man?

"Who are you?" Brother Song furrowed his brows. This young man seemed rather peculiar.

"Weren’t you going to shoot? Feel free to try!" Ye Qingfeng chuckled lightly, looking at Brother Song casually.

Brother Song’s brows furrowed even tighter, his expression turning grim as he said in a low voice, "Do you think I don’t dare?"

"Yes, you don’t dare."

"Kid, you’re courting death!" Brother Song felt a surge of blood rush to his head; his anger had reached its peak.

"Mm, I am indeed courting death." Ye Qingfeng said again, nonchalantly.

"Pfft."

Even in such a dangerous moment, Shui Yiyi couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Ye Qingfeng glanced at her, and she hurriedly straightened her expression, "Sorry, sorry."

She had never realized that Ye Qingfeng had such a side to him.

"You will regret this! Get him!" Brother Song roared in anger. This was the city center; indeed, he didn’t dare shoot. They couldn’t act with impunity here.

A group of henchmen could no longer hold back. Ye Qingfeng insulting their boss was the same as insulting them, and they immediately rushed towards Ye Qingfeng with machetes and steel rods in hand, filled with rage.

Without waiting for Ye Qingfeng to speak, Bu Fan charged forward first.

Everyone saw a small, disabled child boldly confronting more than a dozen weapon-wielding men!

"Ye Qingfeng, you must help Bu Fan. It’s too dangerous for him." Shui Yiyi said.

"It’s alright." Ye Qingfeng said calmly.

Just then, he suddenly flicked his fingers slightly, and a metal nail shot out, piercing through a man who was about to strike Bu Fan.

Originally, now that he had the Flying Sword, he didn’t need these nails. However, in the secular world, Ye Qingfeng still carried some iron nails in his Space Ring.

Ordinary people couldn’t see Ye Qingfeng’s nail, only Bu Fan did. He turned back to see it and knew it was his master protecting him.

For a moment, he was even more fearless, charging into the fray like a tiger among sheep.

Ye Qingfeng watched, sighing slightly.

Ye Qingfeng looked at Bu Fan’s back, that brave little guy fighting amidst the underground forces.

Bu Fan, though usually silent and introverted, was so decisive and swift in battle.

With a hint of lethality!

With Ye Qingfeng’s covert assistance and Bu Fan’s decisive and fierce attacks, soon enough, Brother Song’s henchmen were all lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

Now, only Brother Song was left standing.

Brother Song suddenly raised his handgun, aiming it directly at Bu Fan. Many customers had already run far away, fearing this remaining underworld boss might do something desperate.

"Shoot!" a soft voice suddenly sounded.

The surrounding customers were trembling with fear. Was this guy courting death? Provoking this underworld boss during such a tense moment?

Was he trying to get the child killed?

Shui Yiyi and Shui Ruyi both felt a tightness in their hearts because Brother Song’s gun was aimed at Bu Fan. Over these two months, they had come to regard Bu Fan as family.

But they didn’t speak up, because they believed in Ye Qingfeng, who wouldn’t speak without reason.

"You’re forcing me!" Brother Song suddenly turned back, glaring at Ye Qingfeng, seemingly ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

"Yes, I am forcing you." Ye Qingfeng said casually.

As if what Brother Song was pointing wasn’t a real gun but a toy gun, completely non-threatening.

Brother Song’s gun suddenly turned, the dark barrel now aimed directly at Ye Qingfeng.

"If you shoot, I guarantee you won’t walk out of this restaurant today. Want to bet?" Ye Qingfeng smiled calmly.

Brother Song’s expression kept changing, various thoughts flashing through his mind, seemingly making a decision.

If it were anyone else daring to speak to him like this, he would have already pulled the trigger. Even if he killed someone, Bald had ways to bail him out, at most send a henchman to take the fall, compensate him with some money afterward.