Yang Fei looked up in surprise.
Mi Xuan's delicate and beautiful face was flushed like a budding rose.
But in her eyes, there was an expression of unparalleled gentleness.
"Big Brother Yang, stop talking."
"All of this was destined by fate, I... I don't blame you."
When she said the last sentence, Mi Xuan's voice was like a mosquito's hum.
If it weren't for Yang Fei's advanced martial arts skills, with his sharp senses, he wouldn't have been able to hear her.
Looking at the beautiful Mi Xuan, more stunning than any flower, Yang Fei's heart wavered.
His thoughts wandered back to more than half a year ago.
Six months ago, Yang Fei, leading the Evil Dragon Soldier King, was on a secret mission abroad.
Just as Evil Dragon successfully completed the mission and was preparing to return to China.
Yang Fei received an urgent order from his superiors.