Ye Feng felt a little alert and jumped up from the bed. He didn't understand where this bouquet of flowers came from.
When I rested last night, there was only a bottle of mineral water on the table.
Could this blue and white flower, fresh and beautiful, be the legendary immortal flower
Didn’t the Taiyi Sect disciple tell me last night that the immortal flowers had not bloomed yet and were still in the bud stage? How come there was a bunch of blue and white immortal flowers in my room
This flower is so beautiful, it looks more like a fairy herb from heaven. Its fragrance penetrates into his internal organs, making him love it very much.
Gently touching the leaves, Ye Feng felt a sense of warning in his heart. This flower was so beautiful that it seemed unreal. Could it be that everything I saw was an illusion
He secretly used his divine eyes to see destiny, and sure enough, it was not a blue and white flower at all, but actually his bottle of mineral water. There was no sunlight shining through the gap in the curtains, but the light from outside.
It was still dark, it was dawn.
What surprised Ye Feng even more was that his flying sword emitted a faint light. The flying sword was spiritual, and this state meant that it was protecting itself, indicating that a strong enemy was approaching.
The phone ringing I just heard was all an illusion, including the bouquet of immortal flowers I saw. Someone cast an illusion on me, turning everything I had imagined into projections in my brain.
Who cast an illusion on me
People with such powerful willpower are rare in the ancient martial arts world. Even Mr. Mo Da, who is at the peak of the innate realm, would probably find it difficult to fall into an illusion.
Feeling a ray of energy field coming from the balcony, Ye Feng looked over and couldn't help but be secretly surprised.
He was a very handsome young Western man, with blond hair draped over his shoulders, a sturdy figure, but a thin and pale face, and a pair of deep blue eyes.
He was wearing a black windbreaker, a snow-white, well-fitting shirt underneath, and a gray suit vest. He looked gentle and elegant, with a strong British aristocratic style.
There was a letter Z carved into the metal button of his shirt.
Looking at the metal button, Ye Feng's heart moved. When he had dinner with Coach Allen for the first time yesterday, the middle-aged pianist's tuxedo also had a button with the same logo.
These are not shirts, suits, and windbreakers that ordinary people can wear; judging from the soft fabrics and unique styles, they are all high-end products made by time-honored Parisian suit shops and fully hand-made.
The evening breeze blew his long golden hair, and if it weren't for his obvious Adam's apple, Ye Feng almost thought he was a girl.
Ye Feng sneered: "Who is playing tricks on me? How dare you attack me with your mind? You are courting death."
A thought surged toward the balcony like a raging sea wave.
The blond young man felt Ye Feng's counterattack, his face suddenly changed, and he gritted his teeth and intensified his attack.
The glass sliding door of the balcony suddenly made a deafening explosion sound under the two seemingly real thoughts. Fortunately, it was tempered glass and broke into glass balls of different sizes, which did not hurt anyone.
A look of surprise flashed across the blond young man's face. His powerful mental attack was actually blocked. He even felt a force like a sharp knife piercing his brain, scaring him so much that he had to retract his thoughts.
In just a short moment, Ye Feng's divine eye had already roughly understood the origins of the blond young man.
The blond young man was like Helen. Only his heart was beating in his body, while other organs were almost frozen. His blood was filled with powerful energy.
From his raised fangs, it is not difficult to judge that he is also a vampire, but in terms of temperament and energy, he surpasses Helen.
The blond young man swung his black stand-up collar windbreaker and said coldly to Ye Feng: "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
Ye Feng didn't quite understand. He always thought that vampires were just legendary dark creatures that didn't exist in reality. But who would have thought that he would see two of them in one day, each more powerful than the other.
"What do you mean? You want to come in? What are you going to do here? To suck my blood? That depends on whether you have the ability to do so."
It felt like letting a powerful vampire into the house was fraught with danger.
Ye Feng was not afraid. He was more than capable of dealing with such a vampire.
Ye Feng transmitted a thought into the Medicine King Ring, "Old Chou, come out and see the vampire. You have lived for so many years, have you ever seen something like this?"
The ugly old man's contemptuous voice flashed through Ye Feng's mind: "It's these annoying guys again. I once had an encounter with one of their elders from ancient times. They are evil and powerful. The one in front of you is just a little kid, no more than two hundred years old. They used to be human, but after death they were affected by ancient witchcraft. They have no souls and cannot die. They can only survive in the world by sucking blood. They are as annoying as mice. They cannot see the sun and live in darkness forever."
Ye Feng mocked the ugly old man, "You are not as good as them. You can only rely on the Medicine King Ring."
The ugly old man said calmly, "I advise you not to invite them in. They are not allowed to enter without the permission of the owner of the house. However, their willpower is very strong. They will bewitch the owner of the house and invite them in. Once they enter, they will suck the owner's blood. This is their most despicable trick."
Ye Feng understood that vampires must get permission from the owner before they can enter the house, otherwise they cannot enter a mortal's house. No wonder the blond young man on the balcony did not step in even once in front of the broken sliding door.
Ye Feng disagreed: "It turns out that it is under the influence of witchcraft. You can't just enter other people's rooms. Boy, come in if you want."
With Ye Feng's permission, the blond young man slowly walked into the room. He looked around the room, the smelly socks thrown on the floor, the leftover fruit peels, the snack bags, and the messy bed. He showed a look of contempt, took out a white handkerchief from his shirt pocket, and covered his mouth and nose.
Ye Feng was angered by his action: "I kindly invited you in, why are you pretending to be so noble? Do you dislike this place being dirty?"
The blond young man's light blue eyes were as deep as the sea. He looked at Ye Feng with excitement: "You are dirty here. The only clean thing is your blood."
I have also seen this look in Helen's eyes.
"Who are you? You don't look like one of us Chinese."
The blond young man looked very proud and said, "I am Count Clan from Romania."
Ye Feng said disdainfully: "Count Clan, you didn't come here to praise me. If you have something to say, say it quickly, or I will ask you to leave."
The blond young man expressed his position. He circled around Ye Feng, gently sniffing the fresh and tempting scent emanating from the divine blood in Ye Feng's body.