Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Seeing that Bai Cheng still wanted to talk, Ye Fan grabbed Lu Mingfei without saying a word, and picked up Qin Ming who was still in a daze beside him.

The moment the space crack opened, Bai Cheng's voice drifted over like a tail:

"Ancestor, you must come! The door of the Bai family is always open to you!

Ancestor! The east wing of the third courtyard of the ancestral hall is reserved for you——"

These words frightened Ye Fan so much that he quickly slipped into the crack.

A dignified first-generation cultivator almost sprained his ankle.

After the three of them settled down at the hotel entrance, Ye Fan waved his hand and booked a luxurious suite for Qin Ming, and generously renewed the rent for ten months.

This tycoon-like attitude almost made the hotel manager kneel down to Ye Fan.

That’s 10 months’ rent for the presidential suite, and Ye Fan didn’t negotiate the price at all. As a manager, he can get 100 million in commission alone.

How could this be a customer? This was the God of Wealth himself.

After this incident, the lobby manager looked at Qin Ming with particularly eager eyes, even more than looking at his own father.

He even helped out without leaving the ground, and promised Qin Ming that he would live a comfortable life like an emperor here.

Ye Fan drove the manager away.

Qin Ming held the room card like a hot potato. "Mr. Ye, this is too expensive... After I was fired from the hospital, I was planning to deliver food..."

"What takeaway?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows. "I think you are quite courageous. You dare to report the black hospital. You are a real man."

He pulled out a black card and swiped it over. "Fifty thousand dollars a month. Do a few things for me."

Qin Ming almost popped his eyes out: "US dollars?! How dare I take this..."

"You think it's too little?" Ye Fan deliberately frowned, "Fifty thousand dollars is not worthy of my status?"

Qin Ming was so panicked that he waved his hands repeatedly and stammered, "No, no! I... I just feel that I don't have any ability..."

"Skills are acquired through practice." Ye Fan patted his shoulder, "Stay put and wait for my news."

After saying that, he pulled Lu Mingfei, who was still muttering, away, leaving Qin Ming questioning his life while looking at the black card.

At this time, night fell and the street lights lit up one after another.

Lu Mingfei clung to the hotel door like a fur-ridden cat: "What should I do now? I can't really spend the night dressed like this, can I?"

"How can I face people like this!" He pointed at his neck where his Adam's apple had disappeared, and his voice was filled with tears. "I am a real man, Brother Fan!"

"If Su Xiaoqiang saw this, I would really have no choice but to help you find love."

"Get lost! You don't need to worry about my business. If you keep nagging me, I'll extend your time in women's clothing to a whole year!"

Lu Mingfei was frightened by these words and quickly shut his mouth, not daring to say another bad word.

Ye Fan took out his phone and checked the time: "It's eight o'clock... Let's go to Chu Zihang's house! He has many guest rooms."

The moment Chu Zihang opened the door of the villa, he almost spilled the hot cocoa in his hand.

He stared at Lu Mingfei's female clothing style, his icy face cracked rarely, his Adam's apple rolled for a long time, but he couldn't say a single word.

After considering it for a while, Chu Zihang patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder and gave him an encouraging look:

"Everyone has some special fetish. In the 18th century, British aristocrats and even men and women liked to give themselves enemas.

These hobbies that may not align with our current values ​​are actually very normal, as long as you need them. "

He said it seriously, but Lu Mingfei was upset.

“Brother!” Lu Mingfei almost burst into tears. He tugged at Chu Zihang’s sleeve and swung him, causing the black lace suspenders to slide down his shoulders. “Brother Fan did all this! He made this woman’s outfit so hard that I can’t take it off!”

"I just nag him a few times behind his back, and he just comes up with this!"

"And look, my Adam's apple is gone, my sexy Adam's apple!"

He pointed at the smooth neck with a wronged look, and Chu Zihang dug his toes into the ground after hearing his words.

After Ye Fan's modification, Lu Mingfei's voice was now exceptionally neutral, and this pleading tone made his neutral voice more feminine.

This crying didn't sound like a complaint against Ye Fan, but rather like a little girl complaining, which was quite cute.

Chu Zihang was silent. This kind of question was not mentioned in the book, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

In his heart, he felt that Lu Mingfei said this just to save face.

He looked up at Ye Fan, who was now wearing casual clothes and was looking up at the ceiling and whistling.

The evening breeze blew outside the window, and Ye Fanyi sighed on the door frame: "What a nice weather today, the sky is clear and bright."

Seeing Ye Fan like this, Chu Zihang also understood.

[It seems that this incident is not about my junior brother having a special fetish, but his method is really unbelievable.]

[With my senior brother's playful personality, coupled with this kind of tactics...]

Chu Zihang felt a chill in his heart.

He secretly swore in his heart that he would never touch Ye Fan's reverse scale again.

Looking at Lu Mingfei, who was on the verge of tears but had no tears, and looked like he was burning with anger.

Chu Zihang found it hard to imagine his hair growing longer, his Adam's apple disappearing, and his clothes becoming special women's clothing that he couldn't change for two days.

Even someone like Chu Zihang, who doesn't have strong emotional fluctuations, couldn't help but feel a surge of shock in his heart when he thought of that scene.

Chapter 169 Feeding Dragon Blood Crystal

"My mother is not here today, so you can stay in the guest room." Chu Zihang pointed upstairs:

"By the way, tell me, Lu Mingfei, how you went from night training to saving a suffering doctor, which led to Brother Ye being forced to kill the Zhou family, the most powerful mixed-blood family in China, and finally recognized the eldest son of the current main branch of another powerful mixed-blood force as his descendant."

Chu Zihang finished telling the story that Lu Mingfei had just described in one breath, his expression still very calm.

Lu Mingfei's mouth twitched. His senior brother accepted such an abstract story so easily. He was indeed the aloof British aristocrat - Chu Zihang.

This psychological acceptance is really extraordinary.

After washing up, the three of them sat on the bed in the guest room in their pajamas.

"So, there are two extremely powerful mixed-blood families in China, but they haven't joined the secret party, but have been developing on their own in China, right?"

After learning what happened from Ye Fan, Chu Zihang deduced that the Zhou family and the Bai family were the strongest mixed-blood families in China.

This shocked him. Strictly speaking, these mixed-race people who joined the secret party could not be considered orthodox Chinese.

"Don't have the idea that there is a barrier between our bloodlines." Ye Fan waved his hand indifferently.

A majestic golden light emanated from his eyes. He pointed at his pupils and explained, "Golden pupils are the standard for proving bloodline."

"The so-called Huaxia classification and the so-called secret party classification are just different names for everyone's word spirit system."

"For example, the Word Spirit Bronze Throne, in China, could be called something like the Ancient Sacred Body, the Heavenly Tyrant Body, or something like that. The names of Word Spirits like Sword Control are also translated based on Chinese standards."

"In other words, whoever discovers it first gets to name it first, but everyone has to reach a consensus in the end."

"As for controlling those more powerful Word Spirits, it's not as simple as staying in a fixed area. What is needed is bloodline, a stable and rich dragon bloodline."

"As long as the bloodline is strong enough, no matter what the word spirit is, it is actually just a matter of speaking a word of dragon script."

Ye Fan closed his eyes and opened them again, and his golden eyes turned into gentle blue eyes again.

【Only you can think like this】

Lu Mingfei's mouth twitched. He still didn't have a single word spirit.

As for Ye Fan, he can switch between various words and can even use them in combination. He is so handsome that it cannot be more handsome.

As a 16-year-old kid, Lu Mingfei also wants to master his own words and use them to create cool special effects.

Chu Zihang touched his chin and thought carefully about Ye Fan's words.

With his father, Angers' direct disciple, here, his own position is self-evident. He must be firmly on the side of the secret party.

He looked at Ye Fan, who was smiling and exuding the temperament of a househusband.

It is really hard to associate this handsome man with the supreme first generation species, just when Ye Fan’s golden eyes lit up.

Even though he did not exert any pressure on Chu Zihang, Chu Zihang could feel the awe that came from deep in his bloodline.

"I will be going to Kassel in a year. I am really looking forward to the day when I can fight side by side with you, senior brother." Chu Zihang said with a smile.

"I think you'd like Kassel now. The people there are very interesting, and you'd probably have a lot in common in some areas."

Ye Fan answered with a smile.

Those people will definitely have common topics with the cold-faced and stupid Chu Zihang, even Caesar will definitely have the same topic.

After all, every month, they would be dragged by Ye Fan to a cruel battlefield constructed entirely by the spirit, although in the real world, their bodies only experienced a coma of only one hour.

But in that pure spiritual world, they died and were reborn again and again, and in such a cruel battlefield, they had to hold on for seven days each time.

Every time you are killed by the enemy, you will be reborn again and then continue to participate in the battle. This is the ultimate oppression of the spirit and the cruel tempering of human will.

The anger towards the enemy reaches its peak with each death, and the fighting skills grow rapidly with each "heart-wrenching" pain.

Although only five months had passed and they had only experienced five such wars, true warriors had begun to emerge.

They are no longer the second generation of wealthy families, or some kind of high-ranking mixed-bloods. They are warriors...

Even if their arms are broken or their internal organs are spilling out of their abdomens, they will move forward firmly and gnaw on the enemy's body with their teeth.

But this is far from what Ye Fan wants. What he wants is the purest and most invincible warrior.

He wanted these half-bloods to turn fighting into art and killing into a gift to God through the tempering of battle after battle.

Dragons are perfect creatures, right? It takes a perfect warrior to put an end to them.

Ye Fan looked at his junior brother, whose expression had not changed much, and smiled even more happily.

"My foolish junior brother, you will be looking forward to it. You are known as the most dragon-like human. What will you become in those battles?"

"My requirements are not high. At least you have to be able to subdue the little dragon that represents lust."

"Okay, okay, let's get back to business." Ye Fan clapped his hands to attract the attention of the other two, and then he took out two blood-colored crystals from his arms.

After seeing the blood-colored crystal, Lu Mingfei's eyes became extremely terrified.

"No, why are there dragon blood crystals? Brother Fan, didn't you say that this kind of thing is very rare?"