Supreme Medicinal God

A trace of vigilance came from Ye Feng's heart, and he jumped out of the bed happily. He didn't understand where this flower came from?

When I rested last night, there was only one bottle of mineral water on the table.

And this blue and white flower, fresh and beautiful, is it the rumored flower?

The disciple from Taiyimen last night did not say that the eternal flower has not yet bloomed, and it is still in the state of bones and flowers. Why is there a bunch of blue and white eternal flowers in their room.

This flower is so beautiful, it's more like a fairy grass from heaven, a scent of fragrance into the internal organs, which makes him like it.

Touching the flowers and leaves gently, there will be a warning sign in Ye Feng's heart. This flower is beautiful and unreal. Is everything I see now an illusion?

Under the illusion of ill-gotten eyes, sure enough, where is the blue-and-white flower, it is his own bottle of mineral water, and there is no sunlight shining through the gap between the curtains.

It was not yet dawn, it was the dawn.

What surprised Ye Feng even more was that his flying sword blossomed a faint light, and the flying sword was psychic. This state indicated that he was protecting himself and heralded a strong enemy approaching.

The ringtones I just heard were all hallucinations, including seeing the bunch of longevity flowers, and some people put illusions on themselves, turning everything they once fantasized into projections in the brain.

Who cast himself an illusion?

It is rare for the ancient martial arts world to have such a powerful mind, and even Mr. Mo Da, who is born in a pinnacle, may hardly let himself fall into the illusion.

Feeling a ray of energy field coming from the balcony, Ye Feng looked at it and couldn't help being secretly surprised.

It was a handsome young Western man with shawls and blond hair, a burly figure, but a thinner face, a little pale, a pair of blue eyes, deep and deep.

He wore a black trench coat, a white and fitted shirt, and a gray horse suit vest, which looked gentle and elegant, with a strong British nobility.

A Z letter was engraved on the metal button of his shirt.

Looking at the metal buttons, Ye Feng moved. When the first dinner with Coach Allen was yesterday, the middle-aged pianist's tuxedo also had buttons with the same logo.

This is not a shirt, suit, windbreaker that ordinary people can wear. From the soft fabric and unique version, they are all high-end goods that are hand-made and custom-made from the old suit store in Paris.

The evening wind blew his long blond hair, if not his obvious throat, Ye Feng almost thought he was a girl.

Ye Feng sneered: "Whoever pretends to be a ghost, actually dares to attack Lao Tzu with your mind, you are looking for death."

An idea seemed to surge toward the balcony.

The blond young man felt Ye Feng's counterattack, his face suddenly changed, and he bit his teeth to strengthen the attack.

The glass sliding door of the balcony suddenly gave a deafening crackling sound under two subtle ideas. Fortunately, it was toughened glass, which shattered into small and large glass balls, which could not hurt people.

The blond young man's face flashed with surprise. His powerful thought attack was actually blocked. He even felt like a power knife, inserted into his brain, and scared him to withdraw his thoughts.

In a short moment, Ye Feng's destiny eyes have understood the origin of the blond youth.

Like Helen, a blond young man has only a heart beating in his body, and other organs are almost frozen, and his blood is full of powerful energy.

From his fangs, it is not difficult to judge that he is also a vampire, but regardless of temperament and energy, he exceeds Helen.

The fair-haired youth shook his black stand-up trench coat and said coldly to Ye Feng: "Don't you invite me in?"

Ye Feng didn't quite understand. He always thought that the vampire was just a legendary dark creature. It didn't exist in reality. Who knew that within a day, he saw two, one stronger than the other.

"What do you mean? Do you want to come in? Why do you come in and suck my blood? It depends on whether you have the skill."

It feels dangerous to let a powerful vampire enter the house.

Ye Feng is not afraid, he is more than enough to deal with such a vampire.

Ye Feng's idea came into the medicine king ring, ugly old, come out and see the vampire, you have lived for so many years, have you seen anything like this.

In Ye Feng’s mind, the ugly old despised voice flashed: “It’s these nasty guys. I have had an encounter with one of their ancient elders. They are evil and powerful. This one in front of you is just a little kid, no more than at most. More than two hundred years old. They used to be humans. After their deaths, they were influenced by ancient witchcraft. There is no soul, they can’t die, they can only live on the world by blood-sucking. in."

Ye Feng mocked and ugly said: "You are not as good as them, you can only rely on the drug king ring."

The ugly old said lightly: "I advise you not to invite them in. They can't enter without the permission of the owner of the house. But they have a strong sense of mind and will confuse the owner of the house and invite them into the house. Going in, they will suck the blood of the owner, this is their most despicable trick."

Ye Feng learned that vampires must get permission from their masters before they can enter the house, otherwise they cannot enter the mortal house. No wonder the blond young man on the balcony does not step in half in the face of a broken sliding door.

Ye Feng didn't take it for granted: "It turned out to be influenced by witchcraft, you can't enter other people's rooms casually, boy, just come in if you want."

With the permission of Ye Feng, the blond young man slowly walked into the room. He looked at the room and looked at the smelly socks thrown on the ground, as well as the leftover peels, snack bags, and messy beds, showing a look of contempt. A white handkerchief was found in the jacket pocket, covering his mouth and nose.

Ye Feng was angry with his move: "I kindly invite you in. What prestige do you pretend, do you think it's dirty here?"

The pale blue eyes of the blonde young man, as deep as the sea, looked at Ye Feng's eyes with excitement: "You are dirty enough here, the only clean thing is your blood."

Such eyes have also been seen in Helen's eyes.

"Who are you? See you are not like us Huaxia."

The blond young man's expression was soaring: "I am Earl Clan from Romania."

Ye Feng said disdainfully: "Count Clan, you are not here to praise me when you come to me. If you have something to say, there is fart, or I will invite you out."

The fair-haired young man expressed his position. He circled around Ye Feng and gently sniffed the delicate and enticing smell of the blood of the God Race inside Ye Feng.

(End of this chapter)