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

When Yang Fei called out "Mistress," Shou Jing Gong immediately beamed with delight.


He slapped Yang Fei on the shoulder with a smile.


"A promising student, I'll leave this matter to you."


"My mistress and I have many important things to do, don't trouble us with these trivial matters."


Li Chunniang's willow-leaf eyebrows slanted upwards.


"You old rascal, are you saying Xiao Xuanya's safety is a trivial matter? What's your intention?"


Shou Jing Gong, caught up in his moment of pride, realized he had misspoken and panicked.


"Chunniang, don't misunderstand, I meant that the trivial matter of Xuan Ying Pavilion is hardly worth mentioning."


"Yang Fei can easily handle them with a flick of his little finger, no need for us to get involved."


Seeing his fawning smile, almost obsequious, Li Chunniang remembered how this sly old fellow had fought the Great Elder of Xuan Ying Pavilion to the death for her. Her anger gradually subsided again.


Chapter 417 Yang Fei's Identity (Second Update)