Talking about Dreams over Boiled Wine

[Explosive and thrilling, read by thousands] He was the Magic Shadow Assassin, he was the King of Soldiers!
The favored son of a mysterious special forces unit, he lay low in the metropolis for a mission that could not be disclosed.
With a pair of iron fists, he fought through the Demons and Ghosts lurking in every dark corner.
With a Military Spike in his hand, he shattered the survival laws of the urban jungle.
I am the Warrior King of the jungle; in the city, I, too, am King.
The stunning landlady said, "Yang Fei, you scoundrel, pay up the eight hundred you owe me for the rent before you come here bragging!"

Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Yang Fei opened his mouth to the limit.


His gaping maw lunged for the girl's mouth.


The girl was immediately startled and quickly retracted her lips.


But even so, Yang Fei's mouth had already brushed against her pink lips.


The girl felt her lips tingle and couldn't help but feel her cheeks burn as she blurted out the insult subconsciously.


"Heh, when it comes to biting, I've never been afraid of anyone," Yang Fei taunted.


"Believe it or not, even if I were to get into a biting match with a real she-wolf, I still wouldn't lose."


He felt a bit strange inside but kept talking nonsense with a straight face.


"Pfft, you're the she-wolf," retorted the girl.


Seeing his clueless tough-guy facade, she felt a sudden weak tremor throughout her body.


She covered her forehead with one hand, feeling like crying but without tears.


"Fine, you win, okay? Now I need to go to the City Committee Courtyard, please let me get out of the car."


Chapter 113: Smiling and Sneaky Bad Thing