Chapter 198 Wang Feng: What? I'm still a student?
As soon as Wang Feng put down his phone, Ye Chang opened her red lips and said, "Is it Asharuya?"
"Yeah." Wang Feng responded briefly, but his eyes were unconsciously attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of him.
Ye Chang smiled knowingly: "That girl does have some skills."
As she spoke, she elegantly crossed her slender legs wrapped in stockings, and the hem of her professional skirt moved up slightly with the movement, revealing a section of her snow-white thighs.
Wang Feng's eyes lingered on Ye Chang - the well-tailored OL suit outlined the perfect curves, the collarbone faintly visible at the shirt collar, and the mature charm emanating from her every move were all fascinating.
Noticing her master's fiery gaze, Ye Chang curled up a knowing smile at the corner of her lips.
How could she not understand her master's thoughts?
Slender jade fingers slowly touched the collar, one, two.
The buttons of the shirt came undone, revealing the delicate lace underneath.
She stood up gracefully, her high heels tapping out a sexy rhythm on the carpet, and finally she sat astride Wang Feng's legs.
"Master." Ye Chang wrapped her arms around Wang Feng's neck, her breath as sweet as orchid.
The faint scent of perfume mixed with body temperature lingered between the two of them.
She leaned forward slightly and whispered in Wang Feng's ear:
"Do you need me to share your worries?"
…
The sun sets in the west and dusk gradually fills the sky.
Wang Feng had just walked out of the Twin Towers and was heading towards the manor along the boulevard when the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
“Is it so efficient?”
Wang Feng raised his eyebrows, thinking it was Asharuya calling back, and pressed the answer button.
However, what came from the receiver was Song Qiming's old and solemn voice: "Wang Feng, you have to be more careful during this period."
careful?
I?
Wang Feng paused, his tone filled with surprise, "Mr. Song, are you sure you didn't find the wrong person?"
Song Qiming on the other end of the phone thought of Wang Feng's terrifying fighting power, and the corners of his mouth twitched, but he still said in a deep voice: "It's absolutely true. Archangel Remiel, he's set his sights on you!"
"Lemire"
Wang Feng's eyes narrowed, and the information of this archangel quickly flashed through his mind - a twelve-winged Seraph, a summoning forbidden spell mage, who could summon two emperor-level combat forces to join the battle at the same time.
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
If this archangel really wants to cause trouble, he will indeed be a tough opponent.
After all, the gap between twelve wings and fourteen wings is not insurmountable. With the help of the two emperors, the outcome is probably a 50-50 chance.
Wang Feng raised the corner of his mouth in a playful arc, and a fiery light flashed in his eyes.
After fusing with Michael's angel soul, his Lucifer power did not break through to the sixteen-winged Seraphim realm as expected, but was stuck in a subtle bottleneck period.
Just one step away from ultimate power.
This bottleneck is not easily broken.
Either return to the Holy City and practice diligently with the help of the ancient angel heritage; or merge with a powerful angel soul fetus.
"It's really a relief that someone will give you a pillow whenever you want to sleep," Wang Feng thought to himself.
Wang Feng chuckled and responded: "Thank you for the reminder, old man. I will pay attention to it."
Song Qiming sighed helplessly from the other end of the phone: "Hey, kid, please don't make my precious granddaughter sad." Then he hung up the phone.
Wang Feng looked at the phone screen with a slightly strange expression.
Granddaughter? Which one?
Is it the gentle and charming Leng Qing? Or the lively and clever Leng Lingling?
Or maybe both?
Wang Feng shook his head and laughed, put his phone back in his pocket, and walked slowly towards the manor.
…
When Wang Feng arrived in the suburbs, what caught his eye was a magnificent manor.
The white marble walkway winds through the carefully trimmed green plants, dotted with flowers of various colors. The scale of the estate is in no way inferior to Irene's famous estate.
After all, there are many women in the house, and if the house is too small, there will not be enough space for them to share.
Wang Feng raised the corner of his mouth slightly and reached out to push open the carved iron door.
Suddenly, his expression became stern, and his tremendous mental power surged out like a tide.
"Master, it's me."
A slightly unfamiliar voice sounded, and then a group of bats flew out from the shadows of the trees in the manor, circling and gathering in the air, and finally transformed into an elegant human figure.
It was none other than the third guardian of the Parthenon Galaxy Mountain Road and the only surviving boss, the vampire Bora.
"Why are you here?" Wang Feng frowned slightly.
Bora knelt on one knee, his scarlet cape swaying gently in the night breeze: "I heard that the master's foundation is here, so I came to seek refuge with him."
He raised his head, his blood-red eyes, unique to the vampires, actually shimmering with tears: "I've finally waited for you."
"Wait!" Wang Feng raised his hand to stop him, "I don't remember promising to take you in."
"Master! You are the only devil in the world!" Bora opened her arms exaggeratedly, her tuxedo rustling in the night wind. "Without you, Bora will die!"
"Oh?" Wang Feng raised his eyebrows, as if smiling, "Then what can you do for me?"
Bora immediately knelt on one knee, her scarlet eyes flashing with desire: "As long as the master grants a few drops of precious demon blood, Bora can restore the strength of the supreme monarch!"
Wang Feng rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
A supreme monarch-level vampire guarding the house sounds like a good investment.
"then."
With a flick of his fingertips, a string of blood beads flew into the air.
Bora instantly turned into a shadow, flipping gracefully in the air, accurately catching every drop of blood into her mouth.
"Thank you for your gift, Master!" Bora bowed deeply, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.
Wang Feng patted his thin shoulder and said, "Work hard, there will be a lot of blood."
Bora placed his right hand on his chest and performed a standard butler's salute: "As you command, my lord."
…
Pushing open the heavy oak door of the villa, a faint scent of building materials hits you.
It was obvious that the mansion had just completed the final renovation, and tools left by the cleaners were scattered in the corners.
The moonlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the smooth marble floor, reflecting rippling waves.
On the second-floor corridor, a silvery figure was sweeping gently with a broom.
Hearing the noise, she turned around suddenly, her silver hair shining coldly in the moonlight.
"Wang Feng? You're back?" Mu Ningxue's voice was filled with surprise.
"Hmm?" Wang Feng raised his head and smiled, "Ning Xue has moved in?"
"I'm just here to clean up first." Mu Ningxue's cheeks flushed slightly.
A mischievous smile flashed in Wang Feng's eyes.
The wind track under his feet spun lightly, and his figure flew up to the second floor like a swallow, and in the blink of an eye he was beside the beauty.
He reached out and held her slender waist, whispering in her ear:
"So, is our love nest ready?"
The warm breath brushed against Mu Ningxue's earlobe, and the tip of her ear instantly turned crimson.
She lowered her head, a few strands of silver hair fell on her cheeks, and she murmured "hmm" in a mosquito-like voice.
Wang Feng's lips curled up into a wicked smile, and with a force of his arms, he lifted Mu Ningxue up sideways.
The girl let out a soft cry, her silver hair falling like a waterfall, and her arms naturally wrapped around Wang Feng's neck.
"Then we need to give it a thorough inspection."
"Which one is our love nest?"
"End of the Corridor"
…
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains onto the messy bed.
Wang Feng was awakened by a rapid ringing of his cell phone. He drowsily pressed the answer button: "Hello?"
Master Xiao Binsen's voice came: "Stinky boy! Do you still want to graduate?!"
"It's been a long time since the National Government ended. You won't take part in the graduation exam, right?"
Wang Feng sat up with a start, and the silk sheet slipped from his chest:
"What? Am I still a student?!"
(End of this chapter)
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