"Master, you can't leave. If you go out, I will have to sell me as a slave!"
Although Ye Fei had been very careful to hide his traces, the girl in front of him still seemed to predict his escape route and accurately stopped in front of Ye Fei. Looking at the determined expression on the girl's face, Ye Fei
Fei could only lower his head and sigh, turned around in frustration, and went back to his room.
Coming to this bizarre world inexplicably made Ye Fei feel that he had been unlucky for eight lifetimes. But when he understood the current situation a little bit and realized that ten days later, he would actually have to fight someone else in a life-and-death duel.
, Ye Fei could only increase this definition of unlucky to eighteen lifetimes.
And when others told him that the person he was dueling with was actually a third-level swordsman in red, Ye Fei even thought that this was definitely God's bastard playing tricks on him!
"Your grandma is a bear. I'm just a singer in a bar. I haven't offended God in any way. Why do I have to be punished like this?" Ye Fei cursed a few times with unclear words in his mouth.
After closing the door, I was still filled with anger.
Two months ago, he was a resident singer in a bar in Taipei. He carried a broken guitar all day long and kept singing the song "Walking on Zhongxiao East Road Nine Times" that made him famous. But one day he suddenly woke up.
After arriving, he found that he was in a completely unfamiliar world, and he was also told that at noon on a certain day in a certain year and month, he would have a life-or-death duel with a third-level swordsman in red!
Who knows what a third-level red warrior is, but according to the experience of fantasy novels, anyone who can be called a swordsman is a damn good person. At least he can fight. What is a third-level? As long as you are over eighteen years old, you should know whether a third-level or
It's a little bit hot.
Don't get it wrong. When I say hot, I don't mean something to do in bed.
Ye Fei once saw with his own eyes that every time he stopped him, the girl named Vivian once held a light and thin cross sword, picked it a few times like an embroidery needle, and then used a hundred and ten pieces.
The large stone weighing several kilograms was chopped into several pieces like tofu.
It is said that this girl Vivian is only a second-level swordsman in black.
Ye Fei thought to himself that his head would never be harder than a stone. Similarly, he thought about the problem with his toes and knew that the so-called third-level swordsman in red would never be stronger than the little girl Vivian.
Be inferior.
Therefore, running away is what Ye Fei thinks is the most correct choice at the moment.
"It's just, how to avoid this girl's interception?" Ye Fei smacked his lips, trying to use his limited intelligence to come up with infinite ways. Although in the previous eighteen escapes, he thought it was very difficult to escape.
Vivian saw through all the wonderful methods, but he never thought that he would give up the 19th, 20th, or even more attempts.
Giving up means accepting a duel.
Ye Fei once tested his body. In the hierarchy of this world, let alone a first-level gray-clothed swordsman, he could not even reach the level of a white-clothed apprentice who was not yet high enough. Who said that he was only a
As for a singer who can talk a lot, if he had been a cultivator or a person with supernatural powers before, he would not worry about dueling with others now. Or as long as he is a monk who is proficient in the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, he would have some strength.
Of course, such fantasies only exist in novels. The reality is that the strength of Ye Fei's bar singer is such that even a burly gangster on the street can knock him down with a single punch. .
"When I have a son in the future, I will definitely send him to the Shaolin Temple." After thinking wildly for a while, Ye Fei also knew that these were unrealistic ideas, so he quickly adjusted his thinking and devoted himself to it with his limited intelligence. Infinite escape strategies come up.
"Well, this little girl Vivian was sent by my father to monitor me. If I want her to withdraw, I have to ask my father to speak."
"No, how could this damn old man let me escape? This duel was all for the honor of the family, and he agreed to it after being provoked by others. Even if he sacrificed himself, he would still keep that hateful thing The aristocratic face.”
"Then... what method should I use to make that little Vivian let me go?"
Ye Fei touched his chin and kept walking around the room, mumbling something that only he could hear clearly.
Oh, I have to talk about Ye Fei’s father here.
In fact, Ye Fei is just the father in his current body, not his father in thought.
When we meet, Ye Fei usually calls him old man, or cheap dad. This cheap dad is a nobleman. Ye Fei doesn't know how high the noble status is, but in this place surrounded by mountains and rivers In this small town, not many people dared to refute what Lord Yero said.
However, this has to exclude another noble family, the father of the man who is about to duel with Ye Fei, a middle-aged man called Lord Sluo.
In fact, there are only two noble families in this small town. Although in Ye Fei's eyes, his family with only five yards is really not worthy of the status of a noble, but in any case, among the nobles, Home is a noble home, this is an irrefutable fact.
While Ye Fei was thinking about how to proceed with his next escape, his cheap dad Ye Luo, after listening to the report from his subordinates, just told him to send more people to watch his son, and then drank tea leisurely in the hall. It seems that he is not worried about Ye Fei's life or death at all.
Of course Ye Fei couldn't see this situation, but even if he saw it, he wouldn't be surprised. In the past two months, he had already figured out the character of this cheap dad. In addition to maintaining the face of the nobles, Besides, there seemed to be nothing worthy of his concern, not even his own son.
To put it bluntly, he is a cheap dad who is slightly older than a middle-aged man. He is no different from the face-loving medieval Western European aristocrats that Ye Fei has seen in novels.
"Hey, this old-fashioned old man, can you let go easily?" Ye Fei scratched his head in distress, as if he wanted to open his scalp and let his thoughts come out like a spring. But this idea is illusory after all. A little bit, so after scratching his head, he could only sit down on the ground in distress and continue to think about it with a sad face. With this thought, he soon decided on one thing.
"Well, maybe we can only start with this little girl Vivian."
However, after making up his mind, another problem appeared in front of Ye Fei: "How can I make this little girl Vivian let me go?"
It's definitely not possible to use force. Not to mention Ye Fei's current body, even if he were twice as strong, he still wouldn't be able to escape three attacks from that chick. If you deny this, the only way to do it is to adopt a gentle policy.
But Vivian seems to be very responsible for the things arranged by her cheap dad. How to make Wei Wei'an betray her cheap dad has become the key to a successful escape.
After advancing his thoughts step by step, Ye Fei thought of the most important point. Because of thinking of this, Ye Fei immediately became enlightened and said with a smile: "What's so difficult about dealing with a woman? I think back then, brother, I relied on a
A broken guitar is popular among thousands of girls! I think it shouldn’t be a problem to impress a girl like Vivian.”
After confirming his final thoughts, Ye Fei was ready to get a guitar. However, when he called his servants and asked, he discovered that there was no such thing as a guitar in Tianli Continent. Fortunately, Tianxing was not too unlucky.
, although there are no guitars in this continent, there are musical instruments such as the harp and the harp. Even his father collected a few harps in an artful way.
In view of this, Ye Fei decided to make the first native guitar on Tianli Continent after thinking about it for a while.
The reason why it is called a local guitar is because in this world, there is no way to make speakers such as electric guitars, so Ye Fei tinkered for a while and just used wood to piece together the shape of a guitar, and then dismantled his cheap guitar.
Dad, on a piano that is no longer needed now, he took the ready-made strings and wound them according to the pattern in his memory, and then a guitar with a low but clear sound was born!