Eastern Fire Dragon Squad
This is a beautiful Eastern woman with long, black, wavy hair, a slender waist, long legs, and two proud, prominent breasts.
The buttons on the fitted black trench coat were almost bursting open, and the front was splitting to the sides.
Her body was graceful and slender, and her brown sunglasses covered most of her fair and pretty face.
Her cherry-like lips were coated with glossy lipstick, making them moist and shiny, like full flower petals.
She was wearing a large mask, only revealing her two bright and beautiful eyes.
Judging from the soft lines of her face, she was definitely a stunning beauty who could bring ruin to a country.
This person was Yan Song's adopted daughter, Yan Ruyu.
It turns out that the reason Yan Ruyu didn't fly directly from Daxia to the Vatican, but instead chose to transit through the United States, was to shake off those in her family who were monitoring her.
This suggests that Yan Ruyu did not have a happy life in the family.
She stood gracefully beneath a sycamore tree, her hair fluttering in the wind.
He gazed into the distance at the figure bathed in thick blood mist and murmured to himself.
"Ye Feng, I hope you can kill that old thief and avenge me."
Yan Ruyu felt no gratitude whatsoever towards her godfather Yan Song; all she felt was deep hatred.
Because her biological parents died at the hands of the treacherous Yan Song.
That was when she was a child. Later, through various clues, she found out about her background.
He hated Yan Song to the core.
Her original surname was Yan, and her given name was Yan Ruyu.
Yan Ruyu also came to the Vatican.
That's because Yan Song possesses something she desperately needs.
She was still struggling with how to approach him, but Ye Feng's appearance gave her a glimmer of hope.
Perhaps Ye Feng can help her.
She tucked her hair behind her ears, strode forward, concealed her aura, and followed Ye Feng at a distance.
"Sect Master, someone is following you."
Dongfang Sheng spoke up to remind him.
"It's a woman. Could it be that she's taken a liking to the sect leader?"
Fatty Situ, ever the sharp-tongued one, added another comment.
Immediately, he was met with murderous gazes from Jiang Yinuo and Lan Yu, and he immediately shrank back, not daring to say another word.
"She meant no harm."
Ye Feng's divine sense was so powerful that he had long ago sensed Yan Ruyu's presence.
But he didn't care about this woman.
If the other party really intends to harm him, he can kill them with a single sword strike.
"Ye Feng!"
Suddenly, someone called his name from behind.
Lin Yunxiao and his protector, supporting each other, limped after them and blocked their path.
Both of them were seriously injured, and if they hadn't carried a lot of miraculous medicines with them, they might not have recovered.
"Ye Feng, although you are an enemy of my Lin family, I thank you for saving me just now."
"I, Lin Yunxiao, am a man of principle, and I will definitely repay you, cough cough..."
Ye Feng stared ahead, striding forward, his indifferent voice carrying on the breeze.
"There's no need for that. I'm not trying to save you."
Watching that aloof figure gradually disappear into the swirling fallen leaves.
Lin Yunxiao's gaze was complicated, and he clenched his fists tightly.
When has a proud prodigy from a prestigious ancient martial arts family ever been so ignored?
This is an insult.
"Ye Feng, one day I will prove that I am stronger than you!"
The Childe family's headquarters is an ancient castle that has stood for hundreds of years.
The castle has a main building and dozens of auxiliary buildings scattered around it, covering an extremely large area.
The ancient wall is mottled, and many places on its surface are engraved with profound runes, which are the nodes of magic arrays, and occasionally flash with a faint light.
The walls were covered with lush green vines.
Each century-old tree has a dense canopy that stands tall and graceful, with strange branches stretching out towards the sky, and dry, cracked bark.
The old roots exposed on the earth's surface are like writhing dragons, strong and powerful.
The entire Childe family possesses a very strong spiritual aura.
Moreover, it possesses a pure power of faith, shining in the air like a crystalline fluorescent light.
This power of faith permeates the entire Vatican, this holy city of Western monks.
at this time.
Inside the dimly lit main building of the castle.
The walls are covered with many oil paintings from the medieval Renaissance period.
The overall color scheme leans towards a somber and gloomy tone.
The light inside the castle also flickered.
Suddenly, screams of agony emanated from the depths.
More than a dozen Great Xia warriors were seriously injured, and several corpses lay on the ground, all of whom had been beheaded.
The blood stained the hard, cold floor tiles red.
This is the third law enforcement team of the Great Xia Dynasty, codenamed Eastern Fire Dragon, which was specifically ordered to the Vatican to arrest Yan Song and retrieve the clan's artifact.
The captain was a young man named Xiao Long, a Martial King of the Ninth Rank, from the ancient martial arts family Xiao family.
In each of his eyes, a flame flickered and burned, and behind his head was a halo of flames.
To reach such a profound level at such a young age is extremely rare among martial artists of his generation.
He was wounded in several places, his armor stained with blood, his gaze sharp as a blade, holding a blood-dripping longsword, staring expressionlessly at a middle-aged man above him, and said in a deep voice.
"Sowari, is it worth it to risk offending Great Xia and protecting Yan Song?"
"Can you withstand the wrath of the Great Xia?"
"Ha ha!"
"The wrath of the Great Xia?"
The head of the Child family, Sovari, sat imposingly in the central seat of honor.
Although he is nearly sixty years old with graying temples, he is very healthy and his eyes are bright.
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