Ye Feng looked at Su Mumu doubtfully: "You guys didn't run into the same person, did you?"
Su Mumu shrugged and said, "I don't know, it would be even better if it was the same person. It shows that he is an out-and-out habitual offender, and it is exactly the time for Master Ye to uphold justice and help the weak."
The reasoning made sense, but Ye Feng still felt something was off.
"Forget about all that, let's go take a look and we'll know," Zhao Zhou, ever keen to watch the fun without considering the trouble, urged them on eagerly.
However, what he said also made sense. Guessing for half a day here wouldn't be as good as seeing it with their own eyes.
"Let's go."
To avoid any trouble, the three of them simply got into Zhao Zhou's Ferrari together.
With Zhao Zhou driving, he stepped on the gas and drove straight out of campus.
Outside the city, Zhao Ruoxue finished her phone call and also drove towards the Mu family villa with three others.
One going far, one coming near, they arrived at their destination at the same time.
"It's him."
Before even getting out of the car, Su Mumu saw the annoying man.
And when Zhao Ruoxue saw Ye Feng getting out of the Ferrari, she also excitedly waved at him.
"Hold on."
Seeing the beautiful policewoman coming towards him, Ye Feng also walked over to meet her halfway.
"Sister Zhao, is it him?"
Zhao Ruoxue eagerly nodded, "That's right, it's him that annoying guy. As a police officer I can't make a move, I'm relying entirely on you. If you take care of this, sister will treat you to a big meal."
Was it worth eliminating this habitual offender for the people?
Before Ye Feng could consider this problem, Ling Feng had already noticed them from the other side.
His mother had told him that his wife could not be entangled with other men.
"What are you doing, little punk? Oh, isn't this my destined fiancée?"
Ling Feng was about to reprimand Ye Feng but happened to see Su Mumu standing behind him.
In an instant his attention was diverted to the beauty.
"What fiancée, are you sick in the head?"
Su Mumu was very angry.
"My friend, some words should not be said carelessly," Ye Feng also felt a little confused, was this considered indecent assault?
"I'm not speaking nonsense," Ling Feng's tone was always matter of fact, "My dad's Purple Fate Astrology said so."
Purple Fate Astrology?
I've studied the Book of Changes too.
Ye Feng didn't dare say such things as fate completely didn't exist, after all his surname was this [Yè, meaning fate].
So he directly took out three coins.
Chaos above and shake below
The Xun trigram with thunder, great misfortune.
Ye Feng looked seriously at Ling Feng and said, "Brother, I see you have a calamity of blood and light today. You'd better stay indoors."
Ling Feng retorted, "Fire and marsh together, looking at your face I see black imprints on your palace, huge misfortune, huge misfortune."
"I'm being serious."
Ye Feng pointed at the coins in his hand.
Ling Feng also said, "I'm also serious. And why are you standing so close to my fiancée, my mother said a wife can't stand too close to other men."
Hearing him call her wife, Zhao Ruoxue was so angry she directly hugged Ye Feng and said, "Who's your wife, I can do whatever I want with other people."
Ye Feng was extremely embarrassed, was at a loss flustered, sandwiched in Zhao Ruoxue's arms completely daring not to move.
"You're asking for death."
Ling Feng only felt his head going green. He rushed right up to the two.
And threw a punch at Ye Feng.
Ye Feng was originally not his match, sent flying by a palm strike.
"Ye Feng!"
The few people who came with him all cried out.
Especially Su Mumu and Zhao Ruoxue, they thought Ye Feng would have no problem dealing with Ling Feng.
They didn't expect Ye Feng to not even block one punch.
If Ye Feng was injured, how could they repay this favor?
But seeing Ye Feng lying on the ground, Ling Feng had no intention on stopping.
His mother had told him that if anyone tried to steal his wife, he must eliminate them completely.
Zhao Ruoxue hurriedly took out her gun and said, "Stop, or I'll shoot."
"You can't hit me."
Ling Feng was very confident and did not stop moving.
Ever since coming down the mountain he could dodge bullets when on guard.
(Speed breaking a thousand, can dodge bullets)
"Stop, or I'll shoot."
Zhao Ruoxue was a little anxious. Opening fire was serious business, she couldn't recklessly shoot either.
"Bang."
It wasn't a gunshot but the sound of someone sent flying.
"Disgraceful."
An ancient voice emerged out of thin air.
"Master."
"Elder."
Ye Feng and Su Mumu called out excitedly.
The person who appeared was Xuanyuan Long.
"You know my master?"
"He's your master?"
The two asked at the same time, the atmosphere somewhat awkward.
"Don't stand outside, come in," Xuanyuan Long didn't even glance at the incapacitated Ling Feng sprawled on the ground, he turned around and returned to the Mu family villa.
The few at the door hurried to follow him inside.
What is safety? This is safety.
After just experiencing the threat of that madman, where safer besides by Master Ye Feng's side?
Madman
That was everyone's judgement of Ling Feng.
Someone daring to attack under police gunpoint, if not mad what was he?
And this madman's strength was frightening.
"Xuanyuan master, is the outside situation handled?"
Mu Nanwang, Mu Jianping's father, an middle-aged man welcomed them affectionately at the door.
"Mm, ashamed to say, it was my, the master's, inferior skill. My disciples went beyond himself and I had to personally make a move. But that brat was too excessive, actually harbored killing intent, I had no choice but to administer minor punishment as warning."
Xuanyuan Long was clearly very familiar with Mu Nanwang, chatting without any estrangement.
"Master Xuanyuan, you're too courteous. What relationship do we have, if you're like this it'd be too distant."
Mu Nanwang said with a smile.
"The people are fine, they'll get up themselves after a while. But it's best you also send someone to look after them, lying at the front door wouldn't look good."
Xuanyuan Long kindly reminded.
"You're right. You two, go help bring the people inside. Master Xuanyuan please come in," Mu Nanwang ordered his men while courteously leading Xuanyuan Long towards the living room.
The entire time, the juniors didn't say anything.
Soon after sitting down separately, the few girls sat together.
Master and disciple Zhao Zhou and Ye Feng sat at one side.
As for Ling Feng he also lay down on the sofa with two people's assistance.
Ye Feng seized when everyone was sitting down and quietly asked, "Master, how come you're here?"
Xuanyuan Long indifferently said, "Old Master Mu and I have some connection. He was ill and asked me to come take a look."
Ye Feng was puzzled, "Old Master Mu?"
Xuanyuan Long nodded and pointed behind, "Look, he's here."
"Brother Xuanyuan, thanks to you this time I was able to pull through. I'm truly grateful beyond words."
An elderly white-haired old man walked out from an unknown room. He repeatedly bowed to Xuanyuan Long.
"Brother Mu, too courteous. What relationship do we have, if you're like this it'd be too distant," Xuanyuan Long hurriedly helped Mu Dinggua up.
Mu Dinggua looked all around and fixed his gaze onto Ye Feng, "So this is your disciple Ye Feng. As expected of a master producing great disciples, very handsome."
"Ashamed, ashamed. My young disciple was just defeated by another."
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esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
