Tang Fan felt the rough waves behind him, but remained unmoved.

He stared at Mo Si and said: "If you are not convinced, I will give you another chance..."

"I lost!"

Although Mo Si felt humiliated, he had to bow his head now.

Perhaps this is the difference between Westerners, they always value life more.

"Then our bet..."

Tang Fan looked at Mo Si and blinked, and said helplessly: "We agreed, if you lose, give me the eagle-winged axe! But now..."

"Eagle Winged Ax wasn't given to you by you..."

Mentioning this, Mo Si's eyes were filled with resentment.

"What by me?"

Tang Fan asked with a blank look on his face, the Sanhe Sword in his hand exuding a chill.

"Well……"

Mo Si trembled in fright and quickly changed his words: "The Eagle Wing Ax was unfortunately destroyed in the fight just now. What can I give you?"

Monica had a weird look on her face and tried not to laugh. The more she looked at Tang Fan, the more she liked him.

This guy is so good!

Tang Fan sighed and said in disappointment: "So, you admit now that you destroyed the Eagle Wing Ax?"

"Um……"

Mo Si thought to himself, if I don't admit it, my head will fly out in the next second.

"Since you admit that you yourself destroyed this artifact, I won't embarrass you. Who made you Monica's friend? I can give her a face today, but you have to promise me that in the future

Don't come to trouble me!"

"I promise you!"

Just as Tang Fan was about to withdraw the Sanhe Sword, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "By the way, where are the subordinates you brought with you?"

"Well……"

The muscles on Mo Si's face twitched. This boy is so shameless!

Monica was lying on Tang Fan's back and her flowers were trembling, with a smile on her face.

"He...they met the enemy on the road and were killed."

"Hey, then you can express your condolences!"

Tang Fan gently patted Mo Si's handsome face with the blade of his tri-comb sword, turned around, hugged Monica and left gracefully.

"Monica!"

Moss shouted.

"Do you have anything else?"

Monica turned around and asked.

"Do you know how much danger being with him will bring to him?"

"Whoever is dissatisfied, feel free to come!"

Tang Fan waved to Mo Si, his body flew up, and flew in through the gap in the wall of the bar.

"If you destroy my bar's account, I won't settle it with you..."

"Asshole, how shameless!"

Hearing the sound coming from far away, Mosi clenched his fists in anger, blood surged for a moment, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

…

"He won't just let it go..."

In the room, Monica said worriedly.

"I know."

"Then you let him go? This is not in line with your style."

"I don't want to embarrass you, nor do I want to completely break up with the Illuminati."

Tang Fan pinched Monica's cheek and smiled slightly.

"So, you are really willing to join the Illuminati?"

"I once promised you, how can I go back on it?"

"I thought it was just yours..."

"I will not lie to my woman, but there is one thing..."

Tang Fan made up his mind, raised his hand and wiped it on his face, and he immediately returned to his original appearance.

"ah……"

Monica opened her mouth wide and looked at Tang Fan in disbelief. It took a long time before she came back to her senses.

"What a powerful disguise. You are more powerful than I thought. You are so hidden!"

Monica looked carefully at the unfamiliar face in front of her, and there was nothing familiar about it.

"Please remember this face..."

Tang Fan took Monica's hand and gently touched his face.

"This...is your true appearance?"

"yes."

"It seems that he is younger than Tang Zhuo."

"My name is not Tang Zhuo, my name is Tang Fan!"

"Tang Fan, ordinary...excellent, two opposite words."

"Our word is, outstanding!"

"Yes, it sounds great!"

Monica didn't realize the seriousness of this matter at this time. She touched Tang Fan's face with her hands and said with a smile: "Tang Fan, I will remember you as you are now! I...Tang Fan?"

Monica's hands suddenly froze, as if she had thought of something terrible.

"Do you understand it?"

Tang Fan held Monica's hand and smiled bitterly: "You won't blame me, will you?"

"Tang...Tang Fan, you...are you that Tang Fan?"

"it's me!"

"Oh my God!"

Monica was even more shocked this time, the news was really shocking.

She couldn't imagine that the guy who hung out with Mitsui Aiko all day long was actually Tang Fan who destroyed them!

Tang Fan's reputation is really too great. Although most of it is a bad reputation, even within the Illuminati, they have studied him.

But it was such a mysterious guy who had sex with me before?

All this was so unreal that Monica even thought it was a dream or hallucination...

Monica pinched herself hard and pouted: "Really..."

"If you want to regret it, it's too late! I, Tang Fan's woman, cannot regret it!"

Tang Fan hugged her tightly in a domineering manner, and then used the Illusion Sutra to transform himself into Tang Zhuo's appearance.

"I don't regret it, I just need some time to accept it."

"Would you blame me for lying to you?"

"Fortunately, you admitted it to me before, otherwise, I would blame you."

Monica looked resentful and said unhappily: "But, I really can't believe that you are Tang Fan!"

"Don't I look like that?"

"Looking back now, it seems that there is nothing unexpected, because..."

"Because of what?"

"You are so shameless!"

"Ha ha……"

Tang Fan threw her on the bed and said emotionally: "Monica, it's nice to meet you. This encounter in the bar is a wonderful memory, but it's a pity..."
To be continued...