Chapter 117: Blood Battle in the Ancient Alley

"Ye Fan, Meng Xianzhi has lost her mind. Don't worry about me, look for a chance to escape quickly!"

Zhuang Jingwen's countenance was extremely pale; even in dire straits, she still didn't want to drag Ye Fan down with her.

Staring at the few hundred people surging towards him like a tidal wave, Ye Fan's expression didn't change. He whispered, "Sister Jingwen, give me the knife!"

"What are you going to do?" Zhuang Jingwen was stunned.

Ye Fan turned to look at Zhuang Jingwen, his eyes clear as he said, "If Sister Jingwen trusts me, then give me the knife!"

"I..."

Seeing the clarity in Ye Fan's eyes, after a complex psychological struggle, Zhuang Jingwen handed the Tang Knife to Ye Fan, "Here, don't try to be a hero. If it doesn't work out, run away quickly!"

"Good!" Ye Fan nodded.