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

Feng Cai'er said this, taking out a bottle of medicinal wine from the cabinet and opening the cork.


Yang Fei was caught between tears and laughter. Just as he was about to speak, Feng Cai'er reached out and covered his mouth.


"Just pretend I didn't say anything earlier. This is a medicinal wine brewed by my father. It can accelerate the healing of wounds. Let me apply it for you."


As she spoke, she poured half a cup into a white porcelain cup and then used a cotton swab to apply it to Yang Fei.


Her actions were very careful, gently blowing with each application, radiating indescribable tenderness.


Yang Fei felt touched, yet the number of girls by his side was already enough.


He really couldn't afford to take responsibility for Feng Cai'er.


Feng Cai'er, with a cold face, finished applying the medicinal wine for Yang Fei.


She found some gauze in the drawer and wrapped Yang Fei's wound. The entire process was done in silence.


Chapter 822 Make Him Pay