early morning.
The dawn breaks.
It completely dispelled the darkness before dawn, showering the earth with a warm light.
Ye Feng set the time for the global decapitation operation at 10:00 AM.
There's still time to have breakfast with family.
At the dining table.
The atmosphere wasn't as cheerful as usual; no one spoke, only the clinking of bowls and chopsticks could be heard.
Everyone was eating in silence.
"Brother, eat more."
Ye Wushuang picked up a piece of tender fish and placed it in Ye Feng's bowl.
Ye Feng raised his hand, intending to touch her head instinctively, but she stuck out her pink tongue and dodged with a sly smile.
"Brother, I'm a grown woman now, you're not allowed to touch my head anymore."
Her smile, like a blooming lilac, somewhat broke the dull and oppressive atmosphere.
Ye Wushuang hasn't been to school these past few days, staying home on leave.
A well-fitting sportswear outfit accentuated her slender and graceful figure, with the neckline open to reveal a glimpse of her snow-white neck.
Strands of hair lingered around her ears, fluttering gently with her breath.
She exudes youthful energy, and her bright, intelligent eyes dart around like a little deer.
"Xiaofeng, you must be careful later."
Ouyang Luoxue placed a piece of braised pork into Ye Feng's bowl, her beautiful eyes like a pool of autumn water, deep with worry.
She truly deserves the title of the number one goddess of Haidong; her skin is snow-white and delicate, like mutton fat jade, so smooth and flawless, with a warm glow.
Her features are exquisite and flawless, exuding a cool and sophisticated beauty that also reveals the intellectual charm of a modern urban woman.
Not to be outdone, Seventh Senior Sister Jiang Yinuo also brought a whole plate of braised pork to Ye Feng.
"Xiaofeng, finish this plate of braised pork. We have a tough battle to fight later."
Jiang Yinuo's looks are in no way inferior to Ouyang Luoxue's.
With her hair in a ponytail, high-arched willow-leaf eyebrows, and sparkling eyes, she exuded the heroic spirit of a female warrior. Her graceful figure and long, powerful legs were full of terrifying explosive power.
This is the aura forged in battle, completely different from that of a sophisticated urban woman sitting in an office.
Behind them, Huang Fengyi and Liu Shiru huddled together, whispering to each other, and looked at Jiang Yinuo with strange eyes.
"Junior brother, this is a token of your Seventh Senior Sister's appreciation. Please eat it quickly."
"Junior brother, look how much your seventh senior sister cares about you."
The two women chatted back and forth, creating a somewhat awkward atmosphere.
Ye Wushuang shoveled a mouthful of rice into her mouth and said in a low voice.
"Brother, look at all the romantic entanglements you've had."
Ye Feng was exasperated. He glared at his sister, trying to assert his authority as an older brother, but his sister glared back at him defiantly.
Then he shrugged and walked away as if nothing had happened.
The old man, Ouyang Guanhua, spoke up.
The old man was in good health and spoke with a strong voice.
"Xiaofeng, I've prepared a bottle of 50-year-old Feitian Moutai for you. After you've finished dealing with those bastards, come back and we'll have a good drink together."
Mother-in-law Zhang Fang also spoke up.
"Xiaofeng, I am so proud to have a son-in-law like you. You must be careful."
By the end, her eyes were red, and she lowered her head, silently shedding tears.
"Mom, Grandpa Ouyang, wait for me at home."
Ye Feng stood up, glanced at his fiancée Ouyang Luoxue with reluctance, then nodded to Ouyang Yun before striding out, his back view showing a resolute determination.
Jiang Yinuo and her two fellow disciples, along with Dongfang Sheng, Qin Ming, and a group of Blood Mist Sect experts, followed closely behind.
"Brother, you must be careful..."
"Xiaofeng, I'm waiting for you to come back."
Ouyang Luoxue's voice carried far on the howling northwest wind.
Ye Feng waved to the crowd with his back to them.
Outside.
The north wind howled.
Heavy snow was falling.
Although spring has arrived, it is still very cold in this northwestern plateau region.
Dongfang Sheng accompanied Ye Feng as they walked towards the main square.
Sudden.
Ye Feng's gaze fell on the ghost servant behind Dongfang Sheng.
This guy was wearing a titanium alloy helmet, only his eyes and nose were visible, and he was almost unrecognizable if you didn't look closely. He looked like Ultraman from an animated film.
He didn't fit in with the people around him and looked a bit strange.
Ye Feng looked puzzled and asked Dongfang Sheng with a questioning gaze.
Dongfang Sheng looked slightly embarrassed, coughed, and whispered a few words in Ye Feng's ear.
Ye Feng suddenly realized.
I remember when the ghost servant first came to him in Haidong, it was to deliver a challenge to Dongfang Sheng, and he was slapped away by him.
The electric scooter helmet on his head was smashed.
After that, Ghost Servant always wore this titanium alloy helmet, especially when he was with Ye Feng, he wore the helmet very tightly.
He was afraid that Ye Feng might one day get angry and smash his head in.
Ye Feng was both amused and exasperated.
"Am I that scary?"
The ghost servant was wearing a helmet, so his facial expression couldn't be seen, but he really wanted to say something.
It's not just that it exists, it's absolutely terrifying!
It's like a prehistoric monster, incredibly terrifying.
Ye Feng raised his hand to grab the ghost servant, who turned pale with fright, thinking he was about to be slapped again.
Contrary to expectations, Ye Feng's head wasn't blown off; he simply removed his helmet.
After refining it and inscribing several magic arrays on it, it was put back on his head.
The titanium alloy helmet is even more dazzling and eye-catching.
Moreover, its protective capabilities have been greatly enhanced, enabling it to withstand attacks from a martial arts master.
It can also boost one's cultivation by 30%.
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