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 elder looked at the two of them in silence, raising his eyebrows.


"What, no good? If not, I'm leaving right now, and we'll meet again some other time."


Uncle Fu finished speaking, stood up, and was about to leave.


How could Mad Blade pass up such a fine opportunity?


He hurriedly stopped the elder: "Whatever you say, honored sir."


"Don't worry, Brother Fei doesn't come around here too much."


"Have a seat first, I'll get you a table of food and wine."


"I will be staying here for a while, teaching you superior martial arts."


Fan Yi wanted to say something but was pulled by Mad Blade by the corner of his clothes.


He opened his mouth then finally closed it, without saying anything.


The next day early in the morning, Yang Fei got up and practiced Extreme Tiger and Elephant Extreme, full of vigor and formidable as a tiger.


After the bloody battle on Dragon Island, his life had returned to peace.


Chapter 635: Fall of the Golden Mountain