Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 135 - 135 Blank Memory

"Haha, let tell you, that girl's legs are so fair."

Shou Jing Gong quickly changed the subject, avoiding any ntion of what had just been said.

Yang Fei imdiately shouted, "Old Silver Stick, you just ntioned a slim chance of survival..."

Before he could finish, Yang Fei noticed the strange look on his master's face and abruptly stopped.

"Little Bird Yang, what did you just call ?"

Shou Jing Gong stopped smiling, his eyes locked onto Yang Fei.

His expression was chillingly cold as he rolled up his sleeves.

"Ahem, I ant to say, Master, you are dashing and charming with unparalleled grace."

"No matter where you go, you are like a firefly in the night, the one and only Prince Charming in every young girl's heart..."

Yang Fei awkwardly smiled, then started to flatter shalessly.

Flattery always works, no matter what.

The flattering words made Shou Jing Gong feel delighted.

He stroked the few remaining strands of hair on his head, a wave of ease and pleasure washing over him, instantly turning his anger into joy.

"That's more like it. I am magnanimous, and I won't hold this little thing against you."

"If you dare to slander my pure heart again next ti, I'll crush your eggshell."

Yang Fei nodded obediently, no longer daring to pester Old Silver Stick with questions.

In his heart, however, he couldn't help but wonder, "What on earth is Old Silver Stick hiding from ?"

Shou Jing Gong noticed his eyes shifting and snorted.

"Leave and send up that girl with the fair legs. I need to continue discussing life philosophy with her."

Yang Fei saw the wary look on his master's face and knew that no useful information would co from him.

With a couple of bitter laughs, he exited the VIP room.

Fan Yi was waiting outside.

Seeing Yang Fei co out looking dejected, he curiously asked, "Brother Fei, what did Shou Jing Gong say?"

Yang Fei shook his head.

Looking at Fan Yi, an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

"Fan Yi, when did you first et ? I an, do you know anything about before I turned eighteen?"

"Hehe, Brother Fei, you're joking, right? We were comrades-in-arms. When I t you, you were already the captain of the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team."

"By the way, we've never heard you ntion anything about your life before eighteen, like where your family is or how your parents are doing."

Yang Fei was stunned, staring at Fan Yi.

He had always considered Evil Dragon his family, never thinking about his actual parents or origins.

Now that he thought about it, it was as if he, like the Monkey King, had erged from a stone crack, without parents or family, completely alone.

And his mories before eighteen were a blank page.

Fan Yi, seeing Yang Fei lost in thought, assud he didn't want to talk.

He patted Yang Fei on the shoulder apologetically, "Sorry, I was being too blunt."

"But Brother Fei, your skills are vast and profound. Your origins must be extraordinary."

Yang Fei, still stunned, looked at Fan Yi, "Actually, it's not that I don't want to talk. It's just that I can't rember anything from before I was eighteen."

Fan Yi was taken aback. Seeing that Yang Fei was serious, he remained silent for a while.

Finally, he patted Yang Fei's shoulder and sighed.

By the ti they returned to Lanting Hotel, it was already eleven at night. Yang Fei, feeling depressed, went straight to his room and fell asleep.

That night, Yang Fei suffered from insomnia for the first ti.

He tossed and turned and only fell into a muddled sleep at dawn.

The next day, when daylight broke, Yang Fei opened his eyes and jumped up energetically.

After a whole night of contemplation, he had made up his mind.

He decided to let the unsolvable mysteries be. Soday, the truth would reveal itself.

With this thought, he felt instantly relieved.

That evening was the day of the duel between Yang Fei and Sun Weiren.

Yang Fei had breakfast and then cald himself on the terrace, practicing Tiger Pounce and Tiger Thorn.

Feeling the robust Essence Qi surging within his body, he couldn't help but think of the imminent deadly battle. A wave of strong battle will surged within him.

Within this battle will, there seed to be a hint of brutality.

Yang Fei was astonished.

Having survived countless life-and-death situations, he had strong psychological resilience.

It was the first ti he'd felt a slight loss of control over his emotions before even fighting.

"Could it be because of the Extre Tiger technique? This cultivation technique is really domineering."

Feeling the boiling battle will in his heart, it seed like the bloodlust and ferocity of a jungle predator.

Yang Fei couldn't help but sigh, burdened with concerns.

At Tianjiao Villa, Sun Weiren wore a rare small suit.

On his right stood the not-yet-recovered Qiu Yidao, and on his left, the stern-looking Grandmaster Huang Da, dressed in black.

Huang Da's large lion nose added an extra layer of authority to his square face.

Excitent was faintly visible on Sun Weiren's face.

"Thank you, Master, for helping . That despicable hotel odd-job man has humiliated multiple tis and even hurt Master Qiu."

"Tonight, I ask Master Huang to help us vent our anger."

Huang Da glanced at Sun Weiren, then at Qiu Yidao, a contemptuous look in his eyes.

"He's just a small fry, yet he managed to injure Brother Qiu. Watch and see how I cripple him."

Qiu Yidao smiled bitterly, cupping his hands toward Huang Da, "Thank you, Brother Huang, for your assistance."

Huang Da sat heavily in a chair, saying indifferently, "It's just a small matter within the Mortal World. There's no need to thank ."

"Nowadays, the younger generation learns a bit of trivial martial arts and thinks they're invincible. These vermin, I smash them whenever I see them."

Qiu Yidao hesitated for a mont, then said, "Master Huang, your Martial Dao Divine Connection makes tonight's battle a guaranteed win."

"But let remind you, although Yang Fei's martial arts are shallow, only at the Mingjin Earth Grade, his speed is..."

"What, Mingjin Earth Grade?"

At Qiu Yidao's last words, Huang Da leaped up, furious.

"Qiu Yidao, are you kidding ? You want to fight soone at the Mingjin Earth Grade? How dare you insult like this?"

In his rage, Huang Da pointed at Qiu Yidao with his left middle finger, trembling with anger.

A wave of violent aura emanated from him.

Qiu Yidao's face turned pale as he instinctively gripped the dagger hidden in his sleeve, fully alert.

Huang Da's murderous intent was like the raging waters of the Yellow River, overwhelming.

Even Qiu Yidao found it hard to breathe.

This was the power of a Dark Energy Grandmaster, capable of crushing his opponent's will to resist with sheer presence alone.

Qiu Yidao had also reached the Dark Force level.

But he was only at the Yellow Grade, still sowhat inferior to Huang Da's Mysterious Grade Dark Energy.

If Huang Da were to go all out now, Qiu Yidao would probably last no more than ten moves.

"Master Huang, don't be angry. You misunderstood Master Qiu's point."

"That kid Yang Fei is indeed unusual. They say that Kong Erhu's chief bodyguard, Yi Long, was also defeated by him and willingly beca a re guard at Qingquan Stone afterwards."

Seeing things escalate, Sun Weiren quickly stepped in to diate.

Huang Da, having heard of Yi Long, scoffed, "To , Yi Long is just trash. Defeating trash is nothing impressive."