Planning a Conspiracy

The living conditions in the border camp naturally couldn't be compared to now. Loong Fei soaked in the bathtub for half an hour before he stood up reluctantly.

Looking at his healthy figure in the mirror, his bronze-colored skin, handsome facial features, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his chiseled outline, Loong Fei could not help but feel a little proud. One word, handsome!

"Loong Fei, even if you don't become a soldier in the future, you can still make a living as a male model! God is really biased towards you. Why do you make yourself so handsome? The title of Flying White Dragon is truly worthy of its name!"

Loong Fei was very satisfied with his current image. For this reason, he even deliberately showed off his well-developed biceps and firm muscles. In an instant, his domineering aura was exposed.