Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1853 - 1854: What Does He Think He Is?

An Zichen nodded, looking at Yang Fei curled up in a ball, her heart was a mix of emotions.

The man who had played with her since childhood seed incredibly distant at this mont.

He had finally risen, becoming the Spirit Martial Strongman that countless martial artists dread of.

His goal was the Kunlun Divine Realm, the Burial God Battlefield laid out by his father for him, to compete among the strong in the Myriad Realms.

Would she be able to stay by his side forever?

Thinking of this, An Zichen couldn't help but clench her fist, her nails digging into her flesh, the pain making her resolve.

"I must stay by his side; no matter how powerful the future enemies, any enemy of Yang Fei is an enemy of An Zichen, without reason, without explanation."

Thinking of this, An Zichen let out a long breath and turned around, her face had softened considerably.

"Ming Tai, you go ahead, I want to be alone with Yang Fei for a while."

"I feel... the responsibilities father put on him are overwhelmingly heavy; he is quite pitiful."

Xue Mingtai looked at An Zichen's lancholic face and couldn't help but sigh.

As for An Zichen, he couldn't figure out her thoughts.

Although they were both siblings, An Zichen had always been close to Yang Fei, and she would only share her heartfelt words with him.

However, since knowing their father gave the Nine Extre Dragon Decree to Yang Fei, An Zichen left the Eternal Realm of the Solitary Island in a fit of anger.

Xue Mingtai always thought An Zichen left because of their father's favoritism.

But now, Xue Mingtai realized An Zichen had been heartbroken over Yang Fei all along.

Her resolute departure was to bla their father for the overly heavy burden on Yang Fei.

The Nine Extre Dragon Decree signifies great power, but it also ans the weighty responsibility and burden on one's shoulders, with the constant risk of mortality.

After all, the enemies Yang Fei would face were far too formidable, even True Martial King father found them challenging to deal with.

Thinking of this, Xue Mingtai sighed deeply and said faintly, "Alright, the Sword Emperor and I will return to Yinxue Tower."

An Zichen nodded, still gazing intently at Yang Fei, without turning back.

Xue Mingtai patted her shoulder and turned to leave.

The thunderstorm on the dical building alard countless security and dical personnel, all rushing towards Yang Fei's ward.

At this mont, a man in a gray Zhongshan suit crossed his arms and stopped the crowd.

"No one is allowed past."

The Sword Emperor had no sword in his hand or body.

Yet, anyone who saw this spare, straight-backed man couldn't help but shiver.

He gave the impression of a sharp, unparalleled treasure sword.

Let alone argue with him; rely approaching him felt like sensing the sharp aura of a sword.

The Sword Emperor stood with his arms crossed, standing in front of everyone.

But everyone felt as if a razor had scraped over their skin, feeling painful yet chilly.

Four security guards stood before the Sword Emperor, helpless under his indifferent gaze, like children who had done sothing wrong.

The others stood stunned afar, none daring to approach.

At this mont, Xue Mingtai walked over and stood side by side with the Sword Emperor in the corridor.

He said flatly, "Don't say anything; the area is temporarily sealed, everyone disperse."

The Sword Emperor gave an impression of being sharp, cold, and unapproachable.

However, Xue Mingtai gave a feeling like March's spring breeze, smiling warmly, speaking gently.

His originally unempathetic demands seed impossible to refuse.

A few young nurses, looking at Xue Mingtai's eyes, started to shine.

In the ward, An Zichen gently walked over, reached out for the sheet, and covered Yang Fei's body.

Her eyes were full of infinite tenderness, as her slender fingers caressed Yang Fei's cheek inch by inch.

Only at this mont did An Zichen feel the world was beautiful and warm.

By Yang Fei's side, she was no longer the lofty master of Dragon Island nor the True Martial Strongman with mastery over Martial Arts.

She was just a little girl, afraid of losing loved ones, always worrying for Brother Fei!

An Zichen's fingers caressed Yang Fei's high nose bridge, thin lips, her movents gentle and cautious.

Just then, Yang Fei suddenly opened his eyes.

He saw An Zichen's gentle gaze and his eyes widened suddenly.

An Zichen hadn't expected him to suddenly open his eyes now, montarily stunned.

Yang Fei stared at her blankly, then shifted his gaze, looking down.

With that, Yang Fei jumped up, clutching the bedsheet, backing away desperately.

"Zi Chen, why did you strip bare? What do you intend?"

Seeing his wary and panicked expression, his face had the shy innocence of a pure schoolboy.

An Zichen was imdiately enraged!

Her tender affection for Yang Fei vanished entirely.

This filthy, dirty-minded guy, what did he take her for?

An Zichen's face seed shrouded in frost, her words carrying biting cold.

"Who took off your clothes? Clearly, the Heavenly Tribulation..."

"What, thunder? With bright sunshine, such good weather, and you say thunder?"

Yang Fei looked around, incredulous.

Then he turned around, adopting a deep, lecturing tone.

"Zi Chen, I know you practice Martial Arts, being alone for so long, curiosity about the opposite sex's body is inevitable."

"If you need, I can fully offer myself to you for appreciation voluntarily.

"But you can't lie; that's a matter of character."

"Such great weather, and you ntion thunder? Even if lying, at least use your brain!"

Listening to his blabber, An Zichen felt her strength disappear like a retreating tide.

An Zichen turned to leave.

She thought explaining anything to this shaless pig would be a re waste of energy.

Yang Fei loudly reminded behind her.

"Don't go! Hey hey, wrong direction, the door's over there."

An Zichen looked up, only to find it was the bathroom door.

Enraged, she had been misled by Yang Fei into getting the direction wrong, her anger and embarrassnt mingling.

Without turning back, An Zichen rushed out to the door.

Behind her, Yang Fei sighed deeply.

"Just like in childhood, whenever you make a mistake, you hide in the bathroom, sigh!"

Hearing this, An Zichen froze.

She felt like being nailed to the spot, turning around, tears streaming down her face.

"Yang Fei, what did you just say? Your mory has finally returned?"

Yang Fei stood there, draped in a ragged sheet, his eyes filled with warm smiles.

"Yes, Baby An, I'm back."

An Zichen's heart was struck by joy like a lightning bolt.

She forgot the recent displeasure, rushing over, embracing Yang Fei, crying tears of joy.

"Brother Fei, you finally rember ."