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

However, the sniping from Mad Blade and the others didn't have much effect on Poseidon.


They simply couldn't capture Poseidon's figure.


Nor could they calculate his movement trajectory, they could only delay Poseidon's pursuit.


An Zichen's body, softly nestled in Yang Fei's arms.


Her gentle eyes stared at Yang Fei's distinct profile, and she sighed softly.


"I'm sorry, I lied to you, I am the Dragon King."


"Let me go, and run for your life, you can't defeat him."


"No way, abandoning a woman and fleeing for my life, could I still face myself living this life?"


Yang Fei firmly refused, yet his feet didn't stop for a moment.


An Zichen took a deep breath while in Yang Fei's embrace.


It seemed like she was feeling Yang Fei's warmth and scent.


An Zichen sighed, "Perhaps, he was right, we were all wrong."


Hearing these inexplicable words, Yang Fei was puzzled, "What?"


An Zichen shook her head, not answering.


Chapter 620: Three Bullets