I am the Lord God in the infinite world

Chapter 215 Copy 11

Accompanied by Yingying Yanyan's laughter, and petals falling from the top of his head, the young man who was "the old friend of the last pavilion master in the Vientiane Pavilion" flew across the sky on a sedan chair with ribbons and soft curtains.

Those who look up in Vientiane City can only see a figure lying on its side.

Only when the curtain flutters open, can you lose a little bit of Mr. Feng's demeanor.

Mr. Feng seems to be used to such scenes, and he will not be disturbed by the admiration of the people in the city. His empty eyes still feel a little bored.

But when he was approaching Sephiroth, he seemed to feel something suddenly.

The originally lazy appearance stopped, and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Sephiroth.

Very briefly, Sephiroth met his gaze.

And what Sephiroth saw in the eyes of Mr. Feng was...

Shocked and unbelievable, it seems that the existence of Sephiroth is such an outrageous thing.

This expression made Sephiroth himself feel..."interesting".

What's even more interesting is what Sephiroth saw on Mr. Feng's body.

However, he is still not sure if he has misread it, because it is not clear.

Mr. Feng, who was carried by many beauties flying in the sky and kept throwing flowers, left quickly, and the people in the city were admiring, "Mr. Feng is just different from other people."

"Probably only a romantic figure like Mr. Feng would have so many beauties willing to carry sedan chairs for him."

"Hey... Mr. Feng is not an ordinary person, and I can't envy this kind of thing."

In addition to the envious remarks, some people retorted on the spot, "I don't think so, seeing how many people are gathered in Vientiane City today, there are not no people who are more romantic and beautiful than Mr. Feng, it's just that people don't do these things. "

"Young Master Feng...huh! Don't mention it!"

"I think Mr. Sa, who has only come here in the past few days and settled in Yuelai Restaurant, is a character that Mr. Feng can't match."

As soon as Master Sa was mentioned, the group of people who were shocked by Mr. Feng's appearance suddenly shut their mouths, thinking of the group of cold-faced handsome servants under Sephiroth.

If it weren't for these people who claimed to be Sephiroth's servants, who would believe it?

But even if those people claim to be so, there are not many people who believe it.

Thinking of this, the topic of everyone's discussion suddenly changed, and once again ran to Sephiroth and his many "servants".

Since Sephiroth came to Vientiane City, the topics related to him have not stopped.

Unlike these people, the audience in the live broadcast room, which also belonged to the crowd, didn't seem very happy.

"Although I've always wanted to see such a picture, but! The protagonist in this picture should be Mr. Sa!"

"That's right! It's not Mr. Feng who came out of nowhere!"

"Listen to these people's descriptions of this Mr. Fengliu, romantic, unruly, romantic, romantic, romantic, romantic... His full name is probably called Fengliu, right?!"

"Suddenly lost interest in the picture of a beautiful woman carrying a sedan chair flying in the sky and throwing flowers."

"I think Mr. Sa won!"

"It's still Mr. Sa's cold-faced and pretty servants who are more ostentatious. Just pick one up and go out is a master! And after cleaning up these servants, their faces look very supple!"

"Well! That's true, but... I'm still a little unhappy!"

"Hey, it's a bit of a pity."

Seeing what the audience in the live broadcast room were talking about, Sephiroth said: "..." Actually, he is not a pity.

The act of a beautiful woman carrying a sedan chair flying in the sky and scattering flower petals is really unnecessary.

Apart from pretending to be aggressive, Sephiroth can't think of any other effects, and he doesn't need to use pretending to achieve any purpose now.

Sarah has always been a low-key person.

The opportunity to meet that Mr. Feng for the second time appeared soon.

I heard that Mr. Feng is going to hold a banquet in his courtyard, and he has invited many famous people who have come to Vientiane City.

These characters don't stick to the righteous way or the evil way, and have sent invitation letters to those famous people.

Although Sephiroth's reputation in the arena is not great, his popularity is almost spread after he came to Vientiane City.

After all, the existence of an existence that can make the mission of Tianzimen, the number one killer organization in martial arts today, fail, is impossible to think about easily, and no matter where Sephiroth comes from or what he did before, this alone is enough to make him famous.

From a certain point of view, Sephiroth, whose reputation is indeed not small, naturally also received an invitation from Mr. Feng.

As Mr. Feng is the most likely person to become the next Pavilion Master of Vientiane Pavilion and has a close relationship with Vientiane Pavilion, his invitation is naturally something that many people can't wait for.

However, after receiving the invitation, Sephiroth thought for a while and declined.

Dongfang was a little puzzled, "I see that Mr. Feng is very concerned about Mr. Feng, why..."

Since Mr. Feng appeared, Sephiroth asked Dongfang several times about Mr. Feng.

This kind of behavior can be said to be small talk on others, but on Sephiroth, it is "extreme concern".

But why would Sephiroth refuse?

Isn't this a good opportunity to get in touch with Mr. Feng?

Sephiroth pushed the invitation aside, chuckled and said, "It's too noisy."

Mr. Feng invited so many people, it was too noisy.

And these people have both good and evil, who knows what will happen at the banquet?

Sephiroth is not interested in these.

The audience in the live broadcast room kept nodding, completely taking Sephiroth's feelings as the first standard: "That's right, so many people must have bad air, noisy and crowded, we President Sa don't want to go!"

"Anyway, our Sa always refuses to go if we don't want to, and we have nothing to say to that guy who likes to pretend!"

The audience still remember the way Mr. Feng pretended to appear on the stage!

Dongfang was stunned for a moment, didn't say anything, and accepted Sephiroth's reason very obediently.

after all……

Sephiroth is not human, so he naturally doesn't need to consider everything from the perspective of human sophistication.

And this is what the East prefers.

For many people, the "shackles" of human beings are shackles. If they want to live a good life and get what they want, they must consider this concern and that.

But Sephiroth doesn't need it.

He didn't need to beg, and if it were possible, people needed to beg him.

It's just that after so long, Dongfang still hasn't figured out what kind of "fairy" Sephiroth is.

Sephiroth's refusal didn't seem to have much impact on Mr. Feng's banquet, and it just increased the conversation of the onlookers.

However, a few days after Mr. Feng's banquet was over, Mr. Feng appeared while he was shopping in Sephiroth and showing small things to the audience in the live broadcast room.

At that time, Sephiroth was holding four sugar paintings in his hands.

The audience in the live broadcast room said: "Little Jinwu and the others must like it!"

Sephiroth is also going to take these four sugar paintings back, one for each of the "little suns" who are on duty every day in the cube world.

It's not something expensive, and it doesn't have much aura, it's just a heart.

Originally, after picking out the four sugar paintings, Sephiroth was still thinking about what to buy for the two little dragons. At this moment, a galloping horse suddenly rushed over.

There was a man sitting on the horse, and several strong men on horses were chasing after him.

Although there are many martial arts professionals gathered in Vientiane City, most of the people who live here are ordinary people, and they just know more about martial arts professionals.

Faced with such a galloping horse, the crowd parted towards the two sides in horror.Sephiroth became an "obstacle" in front of the running horse.

It's just that Sephiroth is not nervous, and he still has time to wrap the four sugar paintings in his hand to prevent them from getting dusty.

Sephiroth's movements are unhurried, no matter which side you look at, they are full of beauty.

The crowd on both sides had already started screaming, and the steed that ran up to Sephiroth was about to step on Sephiroth.

But just when Sephiroth raised his eyes, Mr. Feng, who was wearing a silver dark pattern and a long gown with a white background, suddenly appeared, hugged the panicked woman on horseback, and at the same time raised his hand, holding the running horse Press stop.

It did stop at once.

Not only did it stop, but the horse that looked like it was about to go mad also knelt down on the ground.

And Mr. Feng was calm from beginning to end.

When the chasers saw that the horse in front had stopped, they stopped too.

The people on both sides saw clearly that the person who made the shot was Mr. Feng, and they all cheered.

The woman who was held in Mr. Feng's arms leaned on him with a face full of weakness, holding onto Mr. Feng's skirt tightly with both hands.

Mr. Feng smiled at the pale but still beautiful woman, but turned his gaze to Sephiroth, and asked, "Master, are you not injured?"

Sephiroth raised the corners of his lips amusedly, and shook his head slightly, "Of course there's nothing wrong."

While saying this, Sephiroth's eyes fell on something beside Mr. Feng.

Those words-like things floated around Mr. Feng's body, but no one seemed to be able to see them except him.

These things give Sephiroth a "familiar" feeling.

In the countless parallel worlds he traveled through, he had seen similar things more than once, but the words and content on them were different.

This is something that is not the same as the infinite game system, but is similar to the system.

If not mistaken.

The last time Mr. Feng was sitting in the sedan chair, he didn't see it clearly, but this time he saw it very clearly.

After receiving Sephiroth's answer, the words and numbers floating beside Mr. Feng changed a little. Mr. Feng smiled very satisfied, nodded slightly with Sephiroth, and went to solve the matter in hand.

"Girl, what's going on with you?"