There was a hint of vigilance in Ye Feng's heart, and he jumped up from the bed, not understanding where this bouquet of flowers came from?

Last night's break, there was only a bottle of mineral water on the table.

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

Didn't the disciples of Taiyi Sect say last night that the immortal flowers had not yet bloomed, and they were still in the state of flower bones, how could there be a bunch of blue and white immortal flowers in their room.

This flower is so beautiful, it is more like a fairy grass from the heavenly realm, and a wisp of fragrance penetrates into the internal organs, which makes him like it so much.

Gently touching the flowers and leaves, there will be a hint of warning in Ye Feng's heart, this flower is beautiful and unreal, could it be that everything I see now is an illusion?

Secretly moved the eyes of the gods, and sure enough, where was the blue and white flower, it was simply his own bottle of mineral water, and there was no sunlight shining through the gap in the curtains, it was the light from the outside projecting in.

It was not yet dawn, and it was the time of dawn.

What surprised Ye Feng even more was that his flying sword bloomed with a faint light, and the flying sword was psychic, which indicated that he was protecting himself, indicating that a strong enemy was approaching.

The phone ringing I heard just now was all hallucinations, including seeing the bouquet of immortal flowers, someone had cast an illusion on himself, and all the things he had fantasized about were turned into projections in his brain.

Who cast an illusion on himself?

It is rare to find a person with such a strong mental power in the ancient martial arts world, and even Mr. Mo Da, who is at the peak of the innate realm, may not be able to let himself fall into illusion.

Feeling a wisp of energy coming from the balcony, Ye Feng looked over and couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

It was a very handsome young man from the West, with blond hair in a shawl, a burly figure, but his face was a little slender and a little pale, and a pair of blue eyes, deep and deep.

He wore a black trench coat with a snow-white and well-fitting shirt underneath, with a gray horse suit vest, looking suave and elegant, with a strong British aristocratic demeanor.

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

Looking at the metal buttons, 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 buttons with the same logo.

This is not a shirt, suit, windbreaker that ordinary people can wear, from the soft watery fabric, unique version, all from the Paris time-honored suit store, all hand-customized high-end goods.

The evening breeze was blowing his long golden hair, if it weren't for his obvious Adam's apple, Ye Feng almost thought he was a girl.

Ye Feng sneered: "What kind of person pretends to be a ghost, and he dares to attack Lao Tzu with his mind, you are looking for death." ”

A thought surged to the balcony like the waves of the angry sea.

The blonde young man sensed Ye Feng's counterattack, his face changed suddenly, and he gritted his teeth to strengthen the attack.

The glass sliding door of the balcony suddenly made a deafening cracking sound under the two substantial thoughts, but fortunately it was tempered glass, which shattered into large and small glass balls, which could not hurt anyone.

A look of surprise flashed on the blonde youth's face, his powerful mind attack was actually blocked back, and he even felt like a powerful sharp knife, straight into his brain, so frightened that he had to retract his mind.

In just a moment, Ye Feng's fateful divine eye had already understood the origin of the blonde youth.

The blonde young man was like Helen, only his heart was beating in his body, all other organs were almost frozen, and his blood was filled with great energy.

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

The blonde young man shook off his black stand-up collar trench coat and said to Ye Feng coldly, "Won't you invite me in?"

Ye Feng didn't quite understand, he always thought that vampires were just legendary dark creatures, which did not exist in reality, who knew that within one day, he saw two, one stronger than the other.

"What do you mean? You want to come in? What are you doing in there, sucking my blood? It depends on whether you have the ability to do it. ”

It feels like letting a powerful vampire into the house, fraught with danger.

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

Ye Feng's idea was transmitted to the Medicine King Ring, ugly old man, come out and see the vampire, you have lived for so many years, have you ever seen such a thing.

Ye Feng's voice flashed in his mind with the contempt of the ugly elder: "It's these nasty guys again, I once had an intersection with one of their elders from an ancient period. They are evil and powerful, and the one in front of you is just a little hairy child, no more than two hundred years old at most. They were once humans, and after death they were affected by ancient witchcraft, and they had no soul and could not die, so they could only survive by sucking blood. They are as nasty as rats, they can't see the light of day, and they live in darkness forever. ”

Ye Feng mocked the ugly old man and said, "You are not as good as them, you can only be attached to the Medicine King Ring." ”

The ugly old man said lightly: "I advise you not to invite them in, they are not allowed to enter without the permission of the owner of the house." However, they are very strong-willed, and will bewitch the owner of the house, invite them into the house, and once inside, they will suck the blood of the master, which is their most despicable trick. ”

Ye Feng learned that vampires must get the permission of their masters before they can enter the house, otherwise they can't enter the mortal house, no wonder the blonde youth on the balcony doesn't step in in the face of the cracked sliding door.

Ye Feng disagreed: "It turns out that it is under the influence of witchcraft, and you can't just enter other people's rooms, boy, you can come in if you want to come in." ”

With Ye Feng's permission, the blonde young man slowly walked into the room, he looked at the room, looked at the stinky socks thrown on the ground, as well as the leftover fruit peels, snack bags, and messy beds, showing a look of disdain, and took out a white handkerchief from his jacket pocket to cover his mouth and nose.

Ye Feng was angry by his action: "I kindly invited you in, what are you pretending to be noble, do you dislike being dirty here?"

The blonde youth's pale blue eyes were as deep as the sea, and his eyes were full of excitement when he looked at Ye Feng: "You are dirty here, the only thing that is clean is your blood." ”

This kind of look was also seen in Helen's eyes.

"Who are you? You don't look like us Chinese. ”

The blonde young man looked arrogant: "I am Count Crane from Romania. ”

Ye Feng said disdainfully: "Count Crane, you didn't come to me to praise me. If you have something to say, let it go, or I'm going to ask you out. ”

The blonde youth expressed his position, and he circled around Ye Feng, gently sniffing the fragrant and tempting smell emanating from the blood of the Protoss in Ye Feng's body.

(End of chapter)