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

The crew member turned around, a face full of innocence and confusion.


Ye suddenly made a move, a cold light, accompanied by the piercing screech of tearing through air, slashed towards that crew member.


Yang Fei was full of shocked suspicion, not knowing what had suddenly possessed Ye to act this way.


Even Yang Fei would struggle to dodge Ye's blade, let alone the crew member who had no way to react in time.


He was petrified with fright, watching Ye's knife come chopping down towards his head.


It seemed as if Ye was about to cut the crew member in two.


But the blade, having reached the crew member's neck, suddenly stopped, as steady as a rock.


Because the friction between the blade and the air was so fierce, the blade hummed incessantly in one's ears.


The crew member was scared out of his wits, standing stiff as a board.


After several seconds, he finally let out a scream.


He is still spat at all the same.