Chapter 197 "What is your relationship with Saran?"
"Let's wait until the national team arrives in Peru, then I will definitely return to the team.
Ye Feiyang lowered his head and thought for a while, then said lightly.
He was very interested in the Liquid of Time from the lost ancient city in Peru. It could not only increase the growth rate of the contracted beasts, but also allow the newly consumed contracted beasts to reach maturity in a short period of time.
If he gave the Liquid of Time to Zi Ling, wouldn't he be able to obtain a real dragon that matured in a short time? Although it could only last for a period of time, it would be enough.
The strength of a mature true dragon is generally at the emperor level. In this world, whoever possesses an emperor can walk freely to the ends of the earth, but at least he can walk sideways to most places.
"Peru, I hope you're not lying to me, or else... humph!"
Feng Li muttered something when he heard this, secretly recalling in his heart which stop Peru was for the National Team. After thinking for a while, he made a fierce expression towards Ye Feiyang and clenched his fist at Ye Feiyang.
"Then, Mr. Feng Li, let's stop here for today's tea. I'm going back first."
Ye Feiyang nodded, took a sip of tea, put down the cup, then stood up and said lightly.
"Go ahead."
Feng Li nodded, waved his hand, then picked up the teacup and took a sip.
Ye Feiyang stood up and left.
"Your disciple has finally given me a definite message. If he dares to go back on his word, I will tie him up. Don't try to stop me."
Feng Li saw Ye Feiyang's figure disappear from the stairs, a smile appeared on his face, and he said lightly.
"Haha, with Feiyang here, I don't have to worry about Yu being bullied in the Guofu team. Why should I stop you?"
A hearty chuckle rang out, and a white-haired old man suddenly appeared where Ye Feiyang had just sat. He picked up the teacup that Ye Feiyang had just drunk from, took a sip, and said with a smile.
"Don't give me that. If Ye Feiyang had said he didn't want to join the National Government Team, you would have agreed without hesitation. After all, you didn't intend for him to join the National Government Team in the first place. Instead, you wanted your young disciple Jiang Yu to go."
Feng Li looked at the old man in front of him and curled his lips.
"Otherwise, you wouldn't have transferred Pang Fu away from Ye Feiyang and sent him to protect Jiang Yu. If Mingzhu Academy hadn't pushed Ye Feiyang hard, he wouldn't have even qualified to participate in the National Government Competition."
The old man in front of him was Ye Feiyang's master Pang Lai.
Pang Lai smiled but said nothing, just lowering his head to sip his tea.
"You don't want him to appear in those people's sight, but Ye Feiyang may not think so."
"Your prized disciple has been quite high-profile lately. First, he defeated the Kokufu instructor in Osaka with his spatial and psychic abilities, then displayed two commanding-level contracted beasts and summoned beasts in the Naval Battle City. And now, he's defeated the Kokufu team of Country I in a one-on-five duel, forcing them to surrender."
"I believe his information is definitely on the desks of high-ranking officials in various countries. And although you've kept his identity well hidden over the years, if you investigate carefully, you'll still be able to uncover some clues.
If these were known to those people's lackeys, they would not investigate thoroughly due to their tyranny. As long as there is a suspicion, they would rather kill the wrong person than let him go."
Feng Li said lightly.
"Oh, I haven't been around for nothing all these years. If those lackeys dare to stretch out their claws, I will cut off their dog claws directly."
Hearing this, Pang Lai's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and he couldn't help but release a hint of pressure. There was an inexplicable dominance in his words.
"Even if those people attack, I can protect him!"
Feeling the pressure from Pang Lai, Feng Li's expression remained calm, but his hands under the table were clenched tightly.
"Okay, I've had enough tea. I should go now. Don't tell him I'm here. I still have some things to do. Now is not the time to show up in front of him."
Pang Lai drank the remaining tea in his cup in one gulp, his figure gradually becoming illusory. Only his voice remained echoing in the tea room.
"call!"
Feng Li let out a long breath, looking at the chair where Pang Lai had just sat, a trace of solemnity and envy in his eyes.
"As expected of a master who has reached that level, even a hint of his aura gives me an irresistible feeling."
After Ye Feiyang walked out of the teahouse, he did not return to the apartment, but went to the Qingtian Hunting Ground.
"Lingling, isn't today the weekend? Don't you have classes?"
After Ye Feiyang opened the door, he saw Lingling sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of milk. A look of surprise appeared on his face, and he asked in confusion.
"What can I do for you?"
Lingling didn't say anything, and a somewhat cold voice sounded from upstairs.
"Leng Qing?"
Looking at Leng Qing who was walking down from upstairs in a brown maid outfit, Ye Feiyang's eyes became more confused.
Leng Qing is the deputy chief judge of the Hangzhou Trial Council. He has a lot of things to deal with on a daily basis. How can he have time to return to the Magic City?
"A glass of peach juice, thank you."
Ye Feiyang suppressed the doubts in his heart and spoke politely to Leng Qing.
Leng Qing nodded when he heard this, turned around, took out a glass from the cabinet, took out peach juice from the refrigerator, poured it into the glass, and then handed it to Ye Feiyang.
Ye Feiyang took the cup, sat on the sofa and drank it sip by sip.
"Ye Feiyang, I came back on leave this time."
Leng Qing suddenly spoke up. Then he changed the subject, his tone becoming more serious. "I came back this time specifically to find you!"
"Looking for me?"
Hearing Leng Qing's words, Ye Feiyang put down the cup in his hand, pointed at himself, and asked puzzledly, "I wonder what Senior Leng Qing wants to talk to me about."
"Have you ever been in contact with Saran?"
Leng Qing walked over to sit opposite Ye Feiyang and said in a deep voice.
As if afraid that Ye Feiyang would not remember, Leng Qing said a place name "Bocheng"
Upon hearing this, although Ye Feiyang didn't know how Leng Qing knew the news that he and Saran had met, he knew that this was not something that he could just laugh off.
"That's right."
Seeing Ye Feiyang admit it, Leng Qing showed an expression of "as expected" on his face, and asked in a questioning tone, "How did you and Saran meet? What did you talk about?"
Listening to Leng Qing's questioning tone, Ye Feiyang frowned slightly. "Senior Leng Qing, I don't think I need to answer this question."
Hearing this, Leng Qing frowned and looked at Ye Feiyang coldly.
Lingling, who was standing by, saw that the atmosphere between Ye Feiyang and her sister was a little tense. She put the milk on the counter, jumped off the chair, ran to Leng Qing, hugged Leng Qing's arm and said coquettishly, "Sister, if you have anything to say, just say it nicely. Why do you have to speak in the tone of interrogating a prisoner?"
After saying that, Lingling ran to Ye Feiyang again and whispered in his ear: "Feiyang, my sister has no ill intentions. She just wants to find out more about the situation."
After Lingling did this, the tense atmosphere between the two of them eased a little.