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Chapter 58 Illusion
In the luxurious presidential suite, Xiao Mu squinted his eyes and enjoyed the woman rubbing her shoulders, with a cold light flashing in his eyes from time to time.

Zhang Feng, a bastard, just taunted him, but he dared to threaten him.

He took out his cell phone and dialed it.

"Scar, hurry up, I don't want this person to continue to act aggressive in front of me."

"Yes, master, this man is in our hotel, so it's convenient now."

"Ah."

Xiao Mu hung up the phone, the evil look on his face became more and more intense.

"Master, they are living in."

The butler came in and said with a smile.

"Oh. That's great, they don't know if they'll be able to sleep tonight."

Xiao Mu secretly thought that this wind is really looking for death.

"Master Xiao, is there anything wrong with that room?"

The woman rubbing her shoulders behind her showed curiosity.

"It's not a big problem, it's just that people have died and been haunted by ghosts."

Xiao Mu smiled playfully.

The woman with heavy makeup turned pale with fright, and a layer of foundation seemed to be peeling off.

The next day, it was only one o'clock in the morning.

504 only had the desk lamp on, and the light was dim.

Zhang Feng looked helplessly at the woman next to him.

"Are you going to rest or not? You attacked me more than 100 times a night, every three minutes on average."

After he blew away the dust with the wind of his palm, the two slept on the same bed.

Before he could have any fantasies, Yang Binger kicked or hammered him from time to time.

The distance between the two sides was too close, and he was always negligent, which caused him to be kicked out of bed many times.

"Special soldiers sometimes can't sleep, you experience it first."

Yang Binger closed her eyes and answered calmly.

"Now I want to practice, you can't disturb me anymore."

Zhang Feng said seriously.

"Okay, I can help you guard."

Yang Bing'er opened her eyes, they were very energetic.

"No, you can practice too, this is for you."

Zhang Feng threw out a piece of jade, the kind Chang'e gave him.

Yang Bing'er took it, felt the pure energy inside, and asked in surprise, "Give it to me?"

"Well, you've helped me a lot, and I'm thanking you for that."

"Do you know that spiritual energy is precious?"

Yang Binger said with a complicated expression.

"I know, but no matter how precious the aura is, it's still for use. You don't have to be polite, just use it for cultivation."

Zhang Feng waved his hand, took out a piece, sat cross-legged on the ground, and practiced.

Not long after practicing, he heard a pop, and there was warm liquid on his face.

He opened his eyes in surprise, and found that Yang Bing'er vomited blood and fell to the ground, with blood on his own face.

"what happened?"

Zhang Feng hurried over and helped him up: "What's wrong with you?"

"You... you are not aura!"

Yang Bing'er was extremely weak, her face was pale, and the corners of her mouth were bloody, like a red ice lotus.

"I didn't say it was spiritual energy, I thought you could absorb it."

Zhang Feng immediately knew what was going on. Yang Binger's cultivation base was too low, or her physical body was too fragile to bear the immortal energy.

"I... was broken by the power inside, and my meridians were broken, and I went crazy, I can't do it."

Yang Bing'er gave a wry smile, she was most afraid of becoming obsessed in cultivation, she forcibly refined the immortal energy but failed, and suffered severe backlash.

"Not so much."

Zhang Feng was a little panicked, and quickly injected spiritual energy into Yang Bing'er's body, and found that his meridians were cut off, life was cut off, and everything was terrible.

He hurriedly controlled the injury with his own strength, but it was of no avail.

"Your physical body should be very strong, comparable to an innate warrior, so you can absorb it, but I can't."

Yang Bing'er sighed: "I don't blame you, this is my life, my heart is broken, I can't live."

"I will definitely save you."

Zhang Feng did not expect the matter to be so serious.

He had also been destroyed by spiritual energy, but it was repaired continuously by meteor tears, and the same was true after absorbing immortal energy.

In the process of continuous repair, the meridian has become very tough, able to withstand the impact of immortal energy, and I am used to it.

Who would have thought that Yang Bing'er's physical body was worse than his, so she couldn't bear it at all.

It was my own carelessness that harmed the other party.

He hastily injected spiritual power into the broken heart vein and began to repair it.

But this time, although the speed is fast, the vital parts are still too late.

Yang Bing'er's eyes were getting darker and darker, and the strength in her body was also dissipating.

Seeing Zhang Feng's guilty and worried eyes, she smiled instead and slowly closed her eyes.

"Don't, I don't even have a girlfriend. It's a pity that you died, and you have to continue training me."

Zhang Feng's face changed drastically, and he accelerated the injection of spiritual power.

He found that it was still too late, the vitality in the opponent's body had almost dissipated.

At this time, the desk lamp next to him suddenly went off.

The whole room was filled with gloomy winds, and it was bitingly cold, as if falling into an ice cave.

"what!"

He frowned.

A ghost figure covered in blood, with long black hair falling on the ground, wearing a long red dress, but floating in the air appeared beside him.

"It's good that she died, the body is mine now."

The ghost laughed, and the black hair suddenly flew up, shooting out like countless poisonous snakes, entangled his body.

"Damn, there really are evil spirits, you still have to stop me from saving people."

Pure spiritual power gushed out from Zhang Feng's body. The masculine and domineering spiritual power broke his black hair.

He punched out, and at the same time, a powerful force exploded, knocking the ghost away with a punch.

The latter screamed and hit the window with a click, the wooden board sealing the window broke, the glass shattered and fell to the ground.

"Damn it, interrupt me to save people, I'll deal with you later."

He cursed secretly, picked up the fruit knife next to him, and slashed hard at his arm.

Unexpectedly, his skin was so tough that the knife didn't cut it open.

Had to use some force to cut a hole.

Sensing that he was injured, the meteor tears in the heart immediately released its power, turning into a stream of coolness and rushing towards the wound.

The coolness also rushed into his mind, and there was a bang, and his whole body shook.

He felt his scalp go numb, and a picture of Nuwa involuntarily appeared in his mind.

The darkness in front of him shattered with a click!
Yang Binger, who was vomiting blood on the ground, suddenly turned into a rotting figure, screaming sharply.

"My day, what's going on."

Zhang Feng was a little confused, and turned his head to look at the window.

He was horrified to find that it was Yang Binger.

"Impossible, how can you break the illusion, no one can do it."

The rotting figure on the ground screamed, extremely ear-piercing.

Its body was constantly smoking, and continued to rot, emitting bursts of stench, as if it was being burned by something.

Immediately, the figure turned into a burst of black air and disappeared.

"Ahem, idiot, you have fallen into a hallucination!"

Yang Bing'er at the window vomited blood and was out of breath.

"Illusion..."

Zhang Feng found that the previous things were indeed a little confusing.

He hurriedly visualized the picture of Nuwa, and his thinking became clear, as if he had stepped out of the fog.

The lights in the room were bright, and there was a mess all over the place.

The female ghost he beat up just now turned out to be Yang Bing'er, that's unbelievable!
(End of this chapter)