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

Who knows what kind of dream Liang Jiayi was having.


The little girl's throat suddenly emitted a sound that could make one's heart race and face flush.


She curled up, murmuring softly, her nasal tone slightly trembling.


The girl, drunken, was as captivating as a sleeping beauty in spring.


Yang Fei held back and held back, but in the end, he couldn't resist.


With a slap, he patted the girl's shoulder.


Liang Jiayi felt the pain, and slightly opened her misty eyes, which were so clear and charming it made one's heart melt.


"Yang Fei, why did you hit me? It hurts."


Yang Fei's heart was pounding like thunder, but he kept his gaze straight ahead.


"Little girl, if you keep moaning and teasing me, I'll take you right here on this hill, believe it or not?"


He tried to make his tone sound fiercer.


But even he could sense an air of pretended strength, hidden weakness.


Liang Jiayi giggled and pointed at Yang Fei, foolishly laughing.


Chapter 838: The Mysterious Mr. Yi