"Please teleport me to the capital of Kafiran." Yan Feng took out the pass and showed it to the teleportation master Mude.

Teleporter Mude reminded: "Are you sure you want to teleport to the Narot Empire? You will not be able to return here after the past."

Yan Feng: "Confirm."

With a roll of red light, Yanfeng came to a magnificent and huge square, but he went offline without appreciating the beautiful scenery around him.

Taking off the game helmet, Han Yueru's beautiful figure stayed in her mind and couldn't get rid of it. The two years of painful experience almost wiped out all his weakness. She thought that everything in the past had disappeared. It was not until today that he realized that he was not just guilty of Ragnarok, but also a concern for them was buried deep in his heart.

The suppressed mood could not calm down for a long time, and the blood poison in the body was about to move again. Yan Feng sat cross-legged on the vacuum bed to regulate his breathing until the next morning before he pressed the heat down.

After waking up all over his sweat, Yan Feng changed into a clean dress and left the dormitory.

The temperature in Nandu is constant between 18-26 degrees Celsius. The artificial sun in the morning is always warm and the air is particularly refreshing. Yanfeng wanders around aimlessly, hoping to temporarily forget the remaining heat and some bad memories in his body. However, every time he goes to a place, he always finds some familiar things, and his irritability becomes stronger and stronger. In the end, he simply chooses the path he doesn't often walk.

Before he knew it, Yan Feng walked to the small red maple tree street outside the girls' building. At this time, a layer of sweat had already leaching from his forehead, and he was so hot that he wanted to find a pool to jump in and reduce the temperature.

"Yan Feng?" A familiar girl's voice came from the side.

Yan Feng looked over, but saw Chen Shiyao walking towards him with a happy look on his face from the fork ten meters away.

"I didn't expect you to be at Nandu University too!" Chen Shiyao held her slender hands together with some restraint, her cheeks flushed.

Watching up close, Yan Feng found that her appearance was more beautiful than in the game, her black pupils and plain appearance were more elegant and innocent. Her beauty was no less than Han Yueru, who is known as the "No. 1 Beauty in Online Games" and "The Goddess of Luo".

"Yeah." Yan Feng replied casually.

"Brother always talks bad things about Yan Feng. If he could meet his brother and the others, the misunderstanding might disappear immediately." Chen Shiyao thought so in her heart and said softly:

"My brother and the others are going to have a dinner in the restaurant. Would you like to go with me?"

Yan Feng said lightly: "No, I'm just walking around casually, there are still some things to deal with later."

"That's it..." Chen Shiyao is a delicate girl. Yan Feng's coldness covered a dark cloud in her clear heart. She truly felt the indifference and loneliness of those eyes in reality, "What... what about in the future?"

Yan Feng: "Let's talk about what's going on in the future."

"You... I've left something in the dormitory, I'll go back first..." After saying that, Chen Shiyao turned around, her eyes wet and walked towards the girls' building group.

At this time, three people came to the other side of the Red Maple Tree Street. The young man at the front was Zeng Fuguo, the rich young master he met yesterday morning.

"It turns out that a toad wants to eat swan meat, but he actually came here from the boys' house to see Sister Shiyao." Zeng Fuguo's mouth and eyebrows showed a trace of contemptuous mockery without any conceit, but he never remembered that the purpose of his trip was consistent with this sentence.

Yan Feng had no good feelings for him, so he floated by his side as a bed bug and walked directly towards the school bus station.

"I want to leave? Our accounts have not been settled yet." Zeng Fuguo was very angry at Yan Feng's arrogant attitude, and turned his head to wink at the two bodyguards in black uniforms behind him.

After receiving instructions, two tough bodyguards quickly rushed towards Yan Feng, each stretching out a big hand to block his way.

Yan Feng's face darkened and he said coldly: "Get out of here!"

Feeling the sharp gaze that seemed to kill people, the two bodyguards shuddered.

At this moment, a can flew over from behind Yan Feng in a soft arc—

With a "dong", the bodyguard hit the left forehead of the right.

"Bad guy, let's see how I, Xiaohui, deal with you!" But a little girl with a tender voice was talking.

The little girl took out a toy jam pistol from her pink backpack and shot unscrupulously. The two bodyguards were unable to prevent being shot in bright red jam. Zeng Fuguo, who was closest to the front, was even more embarrassed. His clothes, hair and face were covered with jam.

In anger, Zeng Fuguo snatched the toy pistol and threw the little girl down on the stone floor with force.

"Ah--" the little girl screamed in pain, staring at Zeng Fuguo angrily, with no fear on her face.

"Where did the little kid come from? I'll take care of my young master's affairs." Zeng Fuguo said as he raised his jam pistol to point the little girl's white and tender face, and a bit of evil hatred appeared on his handsome and thin face.

Yan Feng flashed, and he firmly grasped Zeng Fuguo's right hand holding the toy pistol.

"You..." Feeling the strong pain from your arm, Zeng Fuguo looked at Yan Feng with horror, his heart full of question marks and exclamation marks. Just now, he clearly saw the other party standing on the side of the bodyguard, why did he appear next to him in an instant?

Zeng Fuguo turned to look at his bodyguard, but he looked shocked when he saw them.

"Before I change my mind, take your men out!" Affected by the residual heat of blood poison, Yan Feng's eyes were faintly filled with murderous aura at this time.

Although Zeng Fuguo acted domineeringly, he was not reckless. He knew that since the other party could get rid of the two extraordinary bodyguards and attack him, he would have some ability. If he continued, he would suffer a lot. He forced the resentment in his heart and took the two bodyguards away in a mess. Before leaving, he muttered:

"Sooner or later, let you know that this young master is not easy to mess with!"

After a moment of luck, Yan Feng felt the blood in his body rolling again, and he pondered: "Is it because he took Yijin Pills for the second time to regulate his breathing? "

Just as I was about to go back to the dormitory, I heard the little girl shouting: "Handsome guy, can you bear to see the beauty get hurt and not come to comfort me?"

Yan Feng stopped and turned his head to look at the little girl, but saw her pursing her mouth and crying, looking at him pitifully, and immediately became angry and funny.

"Where is your family? Can you get up by yourself?" Yan Feng's tone became much gentler.

The little girl said, "My hand is injured. Can you take me to your house for 'health treatment'?"

"Health treatment?" Yan Feng frowned slightly.

Health treatment is just a physical examination conducted by a health doctor on the family they are responsible for, and it falls within the category of routine maintenance. It was completely different from the little girl's words. It's no wonder Yan Feng felt inexplicably.

Yan Feng said calmly: "I don't have a home, please go to the school dormitory with me."

The little girl, Princess smiled and held Yan Feng's left arm, not minding whether she was taking her to the "home" or "door room", opened her innocent self-introduction:

"My name is Xiaohui, I am six years old this year, first grade of Nanjing University Affiliated Primary School, well-behaved, cute, smart and smart..."

Xiaohui's chattering voices along the way made Yan Feng look one and two big, and her blood was surging, but she had no way to do anything to her.

"Drip!" The student card swiped the Jinlongxuan 501 card reader, and the door opened.

Yan Feng found the medicine box from the medical box, checked the wound on the back of Xiaohui's hand, then cleaned the wound, sucked the cotton dry, and applied a healing film.

Xiaohui quietly waited for him to finish the treatment of the wound, and suddenly asked, "Do you often get hurt?"

"What are you doing so much," Yan Feng put the medicine box back into the box and said without hesitation, "Now the wound is being treated, you go back."

"When I was injured, my sister was always in a hurry. You did such a good job. Are you also a 'health doctor'?" Xiaohui asked relentlessly.

Yan Feng didn't say anything anymore, and carried her petite body outside the door and put it down. He was about to close the door but heard her screaming "ah" in pain.

Yan Feng looked down and found that she stuck her feet on the edge of the door, so he had to let her in helplessly. Yan Feng sat on the sofa and let her look through things in the small hall.

"Wow, so many ice creams!" Xiaohui opened the refrigerator on the wooden wall and was immediately attracted by the dazzling array of ice creams inside.

Yan Feng: "Girl, those ice creams are not mine, don't move around."

"It's not yours, that's your roommate's. What's the matter with eating so much ice cream less than one and a half." Xiaohui took out a passion fruit-flavored ice cream without hesitation. ( Passion fruit is also known as passion fruit.)

Yan Feng was shocked and said hurriedly: "That taste cannot be eaten!"

Chen Jie is an ice cream enthusiast. Every few days, he asked the deliveryman to send a batch of ice cream. Thanks to his blessing, Yanfeng has to "enjoy" the sweetness of ice cream in the morning, noon and evening. At this time, the passion fruit ice cream in Xiaohui's hand is Chen Jie's favorite taste. Because it is often out of stock, Chen Jie is reluctant to finish it in one go.

"Well... it's so sweet. I didn't expect you to have even passion fruit ice cream here." Xiaohui licked the remaining ice cream on the spoon, and she was full of momentum.

Seeing that the tree had already been completed, Yan Feng had no choice but to say helplessly:

"Hurry up and go home..."

After nearly two hours of tossing, Xiaohui was tired of playing and leaned on the sofa to fall asleep. Looking at her delicate and cute sleeping face, Yan Feng gave up the urge to wake her up, sighed and carried her into her room and carefully placed it on the vacuum bed. He sat cross-legged on the ground to activate Hunyuan Gong to regulate his breathing.

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Chapter completed!