Carrying two suitcases, Ye Feng ran to the outside of 304 on the third floor.

"Crazy, we'll be roommates from now on!"

Outside 304, the fat man clasped his hands to his chest and looked at Ye Feng with a smile.

"Isn't it one person in one room?"

"One room for one person? Crazy, you're thinking too much! The fat man had a bright smile on his face, and his already small eyes narrowed into a slit, and said, "The rooms here have four beds." ”

"Okay!"

Ye Feng looked at the fat man with a bright smile in his eyes strangely, and muttered in his heart, "Fat man, this is what you asked for, no wonder me." ”

Although Ye Feng looked no different from a normal person, he was a zombie after all, and he needed to suck blood every once in a while.

Originally, Ye Feng was still worried about whether he would be noticed if he was sucking blood in this military defense department.

Now that the fat man came to the door by himself, Ye Feng naturally would not refuse.

Looking at the fat man's 'burly' body of more than 200 catties, Ye Feng couldn't help but smile happily on his face, there should be no problem if he sucks a liter of blood a week, right?

Catching up with Ye Feng's smile, the fat man suddenly trembled and muttered, "Why is this thing smiling so treacherously?" ”

"Come on, come on, I'll help you with your luggage!" Shaking his head, the fat man didn't think much about it, and enthusiastically went to help Ye Feng carry his luggage.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome, Fat Brother's biggest hobby is to help others!"

Walking into the room, Ye Feng couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, this room is too small, there is no living room, there are two folding beds in the center, and there is a bathroom next to it, that's all.

"Madman, tell me honestly, what level of martial artist are you?"

As soon as he walked into the room, the fat man couldn't wait to ask, his squinting eyes were full of longing for the unknown.

"It should be considered level six!"

"Level six? I can't stop watching! ”

The fat man raised his eyebrows, leaned over to Ye Feng's side, and said in a low voice: "Although I am an eighth-level martial artist, my eyesight is not bad, and a sixth-level martial artist does not have as much strength and endurance as you." ”

"How many levels do you think I have, then how many levels!"

Ye Feng didn't bother to be sloppy with the fat man, so he opened the suitcase and took out the change of clothes.

"Holy, what's this?"

Seeing Ye Feng take out ice packs from the suitcase, a look of astonishment appeared on the fat man's face.

"Chicken blood!"

"Chicken blood?" The fat man looked dazed, and he couldn't understand why Ye Feng brought so much chicken blood to the Military Defense Department.

"It's a pity!"

Looking at the bags of frozen chicken blood, Ye Feng's face was filled with helplessness, he didn't expect that there was no refrigerator here. So much chicken blood is a complete waste.

"Would you like a bag?"

"No, no!"

Staring at Ye Feng opening an ice pack by himself and throwing pieces of frozen chicken blood into his mouth, the fat man couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach, "Why is the taste of this product so heavy?" ”

"You're new here?"

Suddenly, a voice full of arrogance sounded at the door of the room.

Following the sound, I saw a young man wearing a camouflage vest, holding his shoulders with both hands, leaning on the edge of the door, staring at Ye Feng and the fat man for a moment.

"You are?"

The fat man had a habitual smile on his face, "Dude, my name is Wang Wei......"

Before the fat man could finish speaking, the young man waved his hand in disgust and said, "I don't need to know your name, you just need to listen to me quietly!" ”

"Ugh!"

"My name is Tian Feng, and I am a seventh-level martial artist. I'm not here to mess around. So, in the coming days, I hope you don't come to bother me. Also, you are responsible for the hygiene of this house. After that, Tian Feng was like a proud swan, holding his neck high and walking towards the bathroom.

Ye Feng and the fat man looked at each other.

"This thing is so arrogant?" The fat man's eyes were half-squinted, staring at the back of Tian Feng who was walking towards the bathroom.

"Crazy man, 500,000, help me beat him!"

"Not interested!"

The fat man's face stiffened, he turned his head to look at Ye Feng, and saw that the other party's expression was indifferent, "I said crazy, he threatened us so much, you weren't angry at all?" ”

"Why be angry?" Ye Feng was indeed not angry.

Do humans get angry with an ant with teeth and claws?

In the same way, as an eighth-generation zombie, Ye Feng really looked down on the seventh-level martial artist Tian Feng, and it was impossible for him to be angry because of a few words.

Of course, Ye Feng will not clean the entire house.

Soon, another roommate also returned to the dormitory.

The last roommate is named Jia Xu, who, like Tian Feng, is also a seventh-level martial artist. It's just that Jia Xu treated Ye Feng and the fat man very politely, without the slightest domineering.

Half an hour later, Ye Feng, who had finished packing his luggage, walked out of the room and stood on the balcony, looking at the 'companions' who arrived one after another.

These 'companions' lasted more than an hour, so Qian San did not arrange a room for them, and directly let them sleep on the playground.

Of course, this move caused discontent among everyone.

But then, as Qian Sanyi punched a young man away, everyone chose to swallow their anger.

"Mr. Ye!"

Just when Ye Feng's face was bored and he didn't know what to do, Ma Xiaoling's voice sounded in his ears.

Ma Xiaoling was covered in clothes, and the fragrance of shower gel remained on her body.

Twisting her waist like a water snake, Ma Xiaoling walked to Ye Feng's side with a smile, her big beautiful eyes flowing with curiosity, looking Ye Feng up and down.

Ye Feng was able to carry his luggage and arrive here within an hour, which was beyond Ma Xiaoling's expectations.

"I really didn't see that Mr. Ye's physical strength is so powerful!"

"Huh!"

Ye Feng didn't know how to answer, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Miss Ma, you are really powerful, you are actually a fifth-level Taoist!" ”

"Giggles!"

Ma Xiaoling smiled softly, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, her delicate body turned slightly, she put her hands on the balcony, looked at the 'companion' below, and said lightly: "Mr. Ye, as a neighbor, I need to remind you!" ”

"What?"

"There is a lot of competition here, and if Mr. Ye keeps a low profile, he may get into a lot of trouble!"

"Really?"

Ma Xiaoling nodded affirmatively, with a smile on her face, "Look, trouble is coming!" ”

As Ma Xiaoling's voice sounded, Zhao Hong walked slowly towards this side.

When he saw Ye Feng standing next to Ma Xiaoling, Zhao Hong's eyes flashed with disgust and coldness, but he quickly hid it.

"Miss Ma, I heard that you plan to go to no man's land this time and get the Daoist Medal?" With an elegant and charming smile on his face, Zhao Hong walked to Ye Feng's side.

"Hmm!" The smile on Ma Xiaoling's face became brighter and weirder.

"This friend, I want to exchange some information about the no-man's land with Miss Ma, I hope you can avoid it!"

"Ugh!"

Ye Feng turned his head to look at Zhao Hong, and when he saw that the other party's eyes were full of threats, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, "It's really a disaster!" ”

Glancing at Zhao Hong, Ye Feng turned his head and walked towards the bedroom.

Seeing that Ye Feng was so knowledgeable, Zhao Hong's eyes looked at him with even more contempt and disdain, and said in his heart, "Even if you are still a little self-aware, otherwise, I will definitely make you regret it." Hmph, the woman I Zhao Hong has a crush on can't allow others to get close! ”

"What about people?"

Just when Zhao Hong turned around and planned to have deeper contact with Ma Xiaoling, the figure of the other party disappeared.

turned around and looked, only to see Ma Xiaoling, walking towards the staircase with slender jade legs.

"Damn!"

Seeing that he was so ignored by Ma Xiaoling, Zhao Hong's face instantly became gloomy, and his fists were clenched, "Isn't it a fifth-level Taoist, I, Zhao Hong, haven't played, hum!" ”