Carrying two suitcases, Ye Feng quickly ran outside room 304 on the third floor.
"Madman, we will be roommates from now on!"
Outside 304, the fat man crossed his arms and looked at Ye Feng with a smile.
"Isn't there a room per person?"
"One person per room? Madman, you are overthinking!" The fat man had a bright smile on his face, his already small eyes narrowed to a slit, and said: "Every room here has four beds."
"All right!"
Ye Feng looked at the fat man with a bright smile with strange eyes, and muttered in his heart, "Fat man, you brought this on yourself, you can't blame me."
Although Ye Feng looks like a normal person, he is a zombie after all and needs to suck blood every once in a while.
Originally, Ye Feng was worried about whether anyone would notice him sucking blood in this military defense department.
Now that the fat man came to the door, Ye Feng would naturally not refuse.
Looking at the fat man's 'burly' body of over 200 pounds, Ye Feng couldn't help but have a happy smile on his face. It should be no problem to suck one liter of his blood a week, right?
Facing Ye Feng's smile, the fat man suddenly trembled and muttered, "Why does this guy smile so cunningly?"
"Come on, let me help you carry your luggage!" Shaking his head, the fat man didn't think much and enthusiastically went to help Ye Feng carry his luggage.
"Thank you!"
"You're welcome, Fat Brother's biggest hobby is helping others!"
Walking into the room, Ye Feng couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. The room was really too small. There was no living room. There were two folding beds in the center and a bathroom next to it, that's all.
"Madman, tell me honestly, what level of warrior are you?"
As soon as he entered the room, the fat man couldn't wait to ask, his narrow eyes full of desire for the unknown.
"It should be considered level six!"
"Level 6? I can't stop watching it!"
The fat man raised his eyebrows, approached Ye Feng, and lowered his voice: "Although I am an eighth-level warrior, my eyesight is not bad. A sixth-level warrior does not have as much strength and endurance as you."
"What level do you think I am, then what level do you think I am?"
Ye Feng was too lazy to fight with the fat man and opened the suitcase on his own and took out a change of clothes.
"Holy shit, what is this?"
Watching Ye Feng take out ice packs one by one from the suitcase, a look of astonishment appeared on the fat man's face.
"Chicken blood!"
"Chicken blood?" The fat man looked confused, wondering why Ye Feng brought so much chicken blood to the Military Defense Department.
"Pity!"
Looking at the bags of frozen chicken blood, Ye Feng had a look of helplessness on his face. He didn't expect that there was no refrigerator here. So much chicken blood was completely wasted.
"Would you like a bag?"
"No, no need!"
Staring at Ye Feng, he opened an ice pack and threw pieces of frozen chicken blood into his mouth. The fat man couldn't help feeling nauseated, "Why does this product taste so strong?"
"Are you two new here?"
Suddenly, an arrogant voice sounded at the door of the room.
Following the sound, I saw a young man wearing a camouflage vest, leaning on the edge of the door with his hands on his shoulders, watching Ye Feng and Fatty for a moment.
"Who are you?"
A habitual smile appeared on the fat man's face, "Brother, my name is Wang Wei..."
Before the fat man could finish speaking, the young man waved his hands in disgust and said, "I don't need to know your name, you just need to listen to me quietly!"
"Well!"
"My name is Tian Feng, and I am a seventh-level warrior. I am not here to mess around. So, in the coming days, I hope you will not disturb me. Also, you are responsible for the hygiene of this room."
After saying that, Tian Feng was like a proud swan, holding his neck high and walking towards the bathroom.
Ye Feng and Fatty looked at each other.
"Is this guy so arrogant?" The fat man stared at Tian Feng's back as he walked towards the bathroom with his eyes half-lidded.
"Madman, five hundred thousand, help me beat him up!"
"Not interested in!"
The expression on the fat man's face froze, and he turned to look at Ye Feng. Seeing that the other party's expression was calm, he said, "I'm crazy, he threatens us like this, are you not angry at all?"
"Why are you angry?" Ye Feng was indeed not angry.
Would a human be angry at an ant showing its teeth and claws?
In the same way, as an eighth-generation zombie, Ye Feng really looks down on Tian Feng, a seventh-level warrior, and it is impossible for him to get angry because of a few words.
Of course, Ye Feng would not clean the entire house.
Soon, another roommate also returned to the dormitory.
The last roommate is Jia Xu, who, like Tian Feng, is also a seventh-level warrior. However, Jia Xu treats Ye Feng and Fatty very politely, without any arrogance.
Half an hour later, after packing his luggage, Ye Feng walked out of the room and stood on the balcony, watching Lu's 'companions' arriving one after another.
These 'companions' stayed for more than an hour, so Qian San did not arrange a room for them and let them sleep directly on the playground.
Of course, this move caused everyone's dissatisfaction.
But then, as Qian San punched a young man away, everyone chose to swallow their anger.
"Mr. Ye!"
Just when Ye Feng looked bored and didn't know what to do, Ma Xiaoling's voice rang in his ears.
Ma Xiaoling was covered in clothes, and the scent of shower gel still lingered on her body.
Twisting her small waist like a water snake, Ma Xiaoling walked up to Ye Feng with a smile on her face, and looked at Ye Feng up and down with curiosity flowing in her beautiful eyes.
Ye Feng was able to carry his luggage and arrive here within an hour, which was beyond Ma Xiaoling's expectation.
"I really didn't realize that Mr. Ye's physical strength is so great!"
"hehe!"
Ye Feng didn't know how to answer, so he smiled awkwardly and said: "Miss Ma, you are the real one, you are actually a fifth-level Taoist priest!"
"Grrrr!"
Ma Xiaoling smiled softly, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, turned her delicate body slightly, put her hands on the balcony, looked at her 'companion' below, and said lightly: "Mr. Ye, as a neighbor, I need to remind you!"
"What?"
"The competition here is huge. If Mr. Ye keeps such a low profile, he may get into a lot of trouble!"
"Really?"
Ma Xiaoling nodded affirmatively, with a hint of a smile on her face, "Look, trouble is coming!"
As Ma Xiaoling's voice sounded, Zhao Hong walked slowly towards this side.
When he saw Ye Feng standing next to Ma Xiaoling, Zhao Hong's eyes flashed with disgust and coldness, but he quickly hid it.
"Miss Ma, I heard that you plan to go to no man's land this time to obtain the Taoist Medal?" Zhao Hong walked up to Ye Feng with an elegant and charming smile on his face.
"Yeah!" The smile on Ma Xiaoling's face became brighter and weirder.
"Friend, I want to exchange some information about no man's land with Miss Ma. I hope you will avoid it!"
"Well!"
Ye Feng turned to look at Zhao Hong. Seeing the threat in his eyes, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, "It's true that beauty is a curse!"
Glancing at Zhao Hong, Ye Feng turned around and walked towards the dormitory.
Seeing that Ye Feng was so knowledgeable, Zhao Hong looked at him with even more contempt and disdain, and thought to himself, "You still have some self-awareness, otherwise, I will definitely make you regret it. Huh, I, Zhao Hong, can't tolerate the woman I like.
Others are getting closer!"
"Where are the people?"
Just when Zhao Hong turned around and planned to have deeper contact with Ma Xiaoling, the other party actually disappeared.
Turning around, I saw Ma Xiaoling walking towards the stairs with her slender legs.
"Depend on!"
Seeing that he was being ignored by Ma Xiaoling, Zhao Hong's face instantly darkened, and he clenched his fists, "Isn't he just a fifth-level Taoist priest? It's not like I, Zhao Hong, have never played before, huh!"
