The Strongest Dan God Chapter 552

Everyone turned around to take a look and saw a young lady. She was dressed in a light green robe with white teeth and red lips.

Beautiful beyond description.

However, at this moment, she pressed her white teeth against her thin lips as she angrily glared at Ye Feng. Her eyes looked as if they were about to shoot out sparks.

"Yue Er, come with me …"

Zhong Yun's expression slightly changed. She quickly walked forward and pulled the beautiful woman to the side.

"Aren't you perfectly fine? Aren't you concocting pills in the bas.e.m.e.nt of the Wind Rebel Academy? What are you doing home?"

"Mom, you're still talking about me? Ye Feng came back, yet you didn't tell me. I asked around and found out."

Zhong Yun sighed helplessly and shook her head. "What method do I have? If I were to tell you, would you still be in the mood to refine pills in the academy?"

She said that she was afraid that Ye Chengfeng would lose his power, but it was just that she was more worried that her daughter would meet Ye Feng.

On the other side.

Ye Feng was stunned and frowned, "Yue Er."

He turned around and looked at Ah Si, "Ah Si, who is she?"

Even the memory of that trash, Ye Feng, did not have the slightest impression of this woman.

A Four didn't even have time to speak.

The woman who was called Yue Er was startled. She quickly walked up and stared at Ye Feng.

She pursed her lips, "Ye Feng, did you forget about me?"

Ye Feng replied with a hint of doubt: "You are, sorry, I really don't remember … …"

"What …"

That young girl was stunned for a second and then blushed, clearly excited, "I am Wan Yue, Ye Wanyue. When I was young, Cheng Feng, you, and I played with each other for a month."

"A childhood friend, huh …"

Ye Feng closed his eyes and tried to find some clues from his past memories.

However, even if he thought of Ye Chengfeng, he had no impression of this person called Ye Wanyue, not even a fragment of his memories.

"But I really can't remember."

He sighed helplessly and shrugged his shoulders.

If he could, he would also like to remember that his previous life in the family would be of some help to his current situation.

"You …" Ye Wanyue's pretty face froze as she took a step back and looked at Ye Feng with a complicated expression.

At this moment.

A low and deep voice came from behind her.

The person who spoke was Ye Jiudao.

"That's enough, Wan Yue."

"Father..."

Ye Jiudao waved his hand and said with a serious face, "Wanyue, you escaped from the academy, so I won't pursue this matter any further. However, this is a banquet for my nephew, Zi Feng. Don't let it be ruined by you."

"I …"

Ye Wanyue tugged on the corner of her s.h.i.+rt, her beautiful eyes still moving as if she was unwilling to give up.

"Someone, show Wan Yue your seat."

Ye Jiudao gave a look to the people around him. They had already understood and quickly brought out a chair from the back room.

"Young mistress Yue, please take a seat." A servant named Du said with a smile.

"Wait …" "I don't need your help. I'll choose my own seat."

A hint of anger appeared on Ye Wanyue's face. As she was carrying the chair, her eyes flashed as she took it from Ye Feng and put it down heavily.

She actually chose to sit right in front of Ye Ci.

The servant surnamed Du was stunned as he looked at the Patriarch in a daze.

"Ye Feng, I'll sit here …" You don't mind. "

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"No problem, please do as you are told."

Zhong Yun saw her daughter's aggressive att.i.tude and didn't even give Ye Feng any face. Compared to Ye Feng's calmness, she was simply making a ruckus. Even she couldn't stand it.

She helplessly waved her hand. "Yue'er, what are you doing? Listen to your father, listen to me. Come, sit by my side."

"No."

Ye Wanyue stubbornly shook her head, "This place is s.p.a.cious, free, and well ventilated. Also, who told him not to prepare any gifts for me and even forgot my existence, I will sit here."

"Wan Yue, you …"

Ye Jiudao was so angry that he raised his palm high in the air.

"Master, please don't!" Zhong Yun's expression changed as she hurriedly stood in front of her daughter.

If it was any other person, Ye Jiudao would have long since slapped them, but this Ye Wanyue was his flesh and blood, and he couldn't bear to part with her.

"Hmph, forget it. Nephew Zi Feng is here today, so it's not convenient for you to make a move. Also, look. Your daughter is like this. You've spoiled her too much." Ye Jiudao's face was calm as he finally put down his hand.

After that, he turned his head and took a few deep breaths. After he calmed down, he looked at Ye Feng in an amiable manner.

"Nephew Zi Feng, let's not worry about that. Today is the first time since you have grown up that you have come to our Starfall City to taste the spirit feast. Is it different from Lei Zhou City? Come, let's drink this Eternal Mountain Spirit Wine together."

Ye Feng smiled and stood up, facing Ye Jiu Dao.

"Thank you, Uncle Ye. Zi Feng will do it as a form of respect."

He immediately finished the cup full of spirit wine.

"Hahaha, good. Nephew Zi Feng, that was straightforward enough. Ah Si, what are you standing there for? Continue filling his stomach to the brim."

"Yes, yes …"

Ah Si smiled apologetically and rolled his sleeves, then quickly poured a new cup of spirit wine for Ye Feng.

"Nephew Zi Feng, since you can drink so much, then don't hold yourself back. Tonight, you won't leave until you're drunk."

The clinking of wine cups could be heard.

The group began to move as well. They picked up their dishes and chatted happily.

During this process, Ye Feng looked in the direction of Ye Wanyue.

However, she just lowered her head and picked up the dish. Occasionally, she would raise her head to glance at him, but then she would immediately look away.

Gradually, three rounds of drinking pa.s.sed.

Ye Feng's vision also started to become blurry as the alcohol surged up …

… ….

After an unknown period of time.

Ye Feng opened his sleepy eyes once again, and his surroundings became completely dark.

"It's been a long time since I've been this drunk. It seems like the aftereffect of the spirit wine is quite strong."

He tried to get his eyes used to the darkness, and then he looked up.

The ceiling was exactly the same as the room in the Han Xiang Yuan Courtyard.

Obviously, he had been moved back to his own residence.

He rubbed his head, still feeling a little bloated.

However, in the next moment.

His eyes revealed a fierce gaze as he quickly took out the Purple Lightning Flying Sword from the pillow. He flipped and struck at a shadow on the side of the table.

'Bang! 'A loud sound was heard as the sword qi collided with each other.

"Ye Feng, stop right now."

A coquettish voice sounded. It was a woman's voice.

Ye Feng's Purple Lightning Flying Sword stopped in midair and did not continue stabbing.

"Speak, who are you?"

As he spoke, his fingertips lit up with a crimson flame.

Under the flickering light, Ye Feng looked over.

"What, you are. "Ye Wanyue."

She was as beautiful as jade, her lips moving in and out of her mouth. If someone looked at her from a close distance, it would be quite a unique sight.

"That's right. Since you know about it, why aren't you putting the sword down?" Ye Wanyue replied with an imposing manner, and then looked towards the Purple Lightning Flying Sword.

"Ye Feng, did you hear that? Do you still think this is the Ye Family's place? You actually dare to point your sword at me like that."

"Alright, then I'll let you go first." Ye Feng stared at her. After a moment, a "clang" sound was heard.

Finally, he put the sword back into its sheath.

"Wanyue sis, did you come late at night to visit? Could it be that you have something urgent to tell me?"

As soon as his voice fell.

"Whoosh whoos.h.!.+"

A sharp black metal sword was already on Ye Feng's neck.

Surprise flashed across Ye Feng's eyes, "You …"

"Hehe …"

Ye Wanyue sneered and turned the sword in her hand. The cold feeling penetrated deep into her bones.

Ye Feng, after so many years, you actually forgot about me. Just now, during the dust cleansing banquet that my father gave you, you gave toasts to all the other guests, but you didn't give me any toasts. You didn't even prepare any gifts for me.

Ye Feng frowned, "Wanyue …"

"Oh, that's right, and that's your name as well. What Wanyue, you're too strange, it's too funny. I'm about the same age as you, it's only been a few days, why didn't you call me Wanyue."

Ye Wanyue stared at Ye Feng. Her beautiful eyes revealed an extremely complicated look.

"Wan Yue huh …"

Ye Feng looked into her eyes, and from her eyes, Ye Ci could see some of her thoughts.

Ye Wanyue smiled bitterly, "You might have forgotten, but I still remember it clearly. Do you still remember this thing?"

She took out a ring made of gra.s.s rings with one hand while trembling.

"This is …"

Ye Feng looked at the Gra.s.s Ring carefully, and was at a loss.

"As expected, you don't even have a single impression anymore. In the end, I was the only one who thought that."

Ye Wanyue smiled bitterly, shook her head and continued.

"This is the ring you gave me when I was young. It's the symbol of a family that you will marry me when you grow up."

"What?"

Ye Feng was stunned. He didn't think that Ye Feng, that trash, would make such a promise to someone. However, he had no impression of him at all.

This was not all. Every time he recalled that incident, he felt a faint stabbing pain, as if his instincts were rejecting him and recalling that memory.

That said, it was just a childhood promise, why did Ye Wanyue keep it in her heart?

Wasn't her appearance childish?

Just when he was astonished, he heard Ye Wanyue continue.

"Ye Feng, did you think that I was childish in that moment of absent-mindedness?"

"I …"

"Hehe, looks like you're right, but Ye Feng, can you understand? If I didn't have such thoughts, I wouldn't have devoted myself to practicing alchemy. I've been working so hard to help you get rid of that useless body of yours …"