Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 709 - 710: Sword Intent into Pill

The two of them took a big detour before they finally shook off the nurous passionate school beauties.

Liu Chan's face was red with anger.

"These juniors are getting more and more outrageous, absolutely crazy."

Yang Fei chuckled slyly, quite pleased with himself.

"Who can bla them with Brother's charm off the charts? Co on, let's go eat, I'm starving."

As he spoke, he took out his car keys.

But when he did, a bunch of little notes fell out of his pocket, scattering all over the ground.

Yang Fei's eyes widened in exaggeration: "Whoa, what's all this?"

Liu Chan casually picked up a few and read them, her face turning even redder.

"Brother Fei, I love you, I want to be entwined with you to the ends of the earth."

"Brother Fei, let's go on a date, I want to give my first ti to a real man like you, you'll agree, won't you?"

"Baby, I've already bought the tickets to the Maldives, do you want to take a trip there with on the spur of the mont?"

...

Underneath the notes were phone numbers and QQ numbers.

So were stamped with red lipstick marks, others were drawn with cartoons.

They drew a series of red hearts pierced by an arrow.

Even bolder girls had left their own asurents.

As Liu Chan was flipping through the small notes, Yang Fei was also looking through them.

His mouth ford an 'O' shape, drooling, his eyes shining with mischief.

Liu Chan, flustered and embarrassed, snatched the notes from Yang Fei's hand, not letting him see any more.

Yang Fei was deeply disappointed, but under the intimidating gaze of the young girl, he obediently took out all the little notes.

Only then did Liu Chan give him a sweet smile.

"Now, that's the Brother Fei I know in my heart, I'll take you to eat sothing delicious."

Half an hour later, Liu Chan took Yang Fei to a bustling barbecue stall.

The stall was doing good business, with people coming and going in a hustle and bustle.

Liu Chan gazed at Yang Fei eagerly.

"Brother Fei, you don't think this place is too low-end, do you?"

"Back when I was studying, I really liked eating here, but I never had enough money in my pocket."

Yang Fei chuckled and gently stroked her hair.

"How could I? I prefer this to Macias Western Restaurant."

"Having a big gulp of beer, a big bite of at, it's aweso!"

Liu Chan, her face blushing from Yang Fei's intimate gesture, smiled bashfully.

Her smile blossod like peach blossoms.

She pulled Yang Fei to a small wooden table and quickly claid it.

Then, she ordered lots of barbecue and a jug of beer.

Yang Fei took over the nu and added lots more at dishes for himself.

Liu Chan looked at his nu: fifty skewers of ox kidneys, fifty skewers of lamb kidneys, ten plates of chicken kidneys...

She couldn't help but be curious: "Brother Fei, why are you eating so many kidneys?"

Yang Fei chuckled knowingly at Liu Chan.

"A man needs to have strong back and legs, and sturdy Kung Fu, you know?"

Having entered society, Liu Chan had gradually co to understand the matters between n and won.

Seeing Yang Fei speak so bluntly, her face went red again, and she spat softly.

The barbecue owner was quick, and in no ti had served the grilled food.

Yang Fei was very hungry and ate voraciously.

Just then, a silent, cold presence suddenly approached from behind Yang Fei.

The Turtle Extre within Yang Fei stirred with a warning.

Yang Fei's heart tightened as he glanced sideways at the next table.

He saw a tall, thin man with a topknot sitting down slowly and deliberately.

To the left of the man was sothing curved and bar-shaped, sheathed in a leather pouch.

From that pouch ca a sharp aura.

Yang Fei was sure it was a long sword, and it definitely had taken lives.

Only a sword that had taken lives could exude such a strong intent to kill.

Liu Chan, however, was unaware of anything amiss and continued to nibble at her food.

Her al consisted solely of vegetables like potatoes and leeks.

Taking advantage of an excuse, Yang Fei switched seats with Liu Chan, his whole being on alert for the swordsman behind him.

At this mont, Yang Fei's Martial Arts Realm had reached the Transforming Energy Peak.

He was only half a step away from Core Formation to Divine Communication; there were not many who could pose a threat to him.

Yet, this swordsman gave Yang Fei a deep sense of crisis.

A few minutes later, Liu Chan had eaten her fill.

Without raising suspicion, Yang Fei took Liu Chan and left.

As they were leaving, Yang Fei glanced sideways at the swordsman.

He saw the swordsman slowly rise, his left hand picking up the long sword resting on the table.

A heaviness settled in Yang Fei's heart as he confird that this fellow was indeed targeting him.

Knowing that a fierce battle was inevitable, he hurriedly dragged Liu Chan away.

Liu Chan suddenly felt the gravity in Yang Fei's deanor.

Being a smart girl, she didn't ask any questions, just quickened her pace.

They arrived at the front of Yang Fei's Land Rover.

Handing the keys to Liu Chan with a serious voice, Yang Fei said,

"Chan'er, soone is targeting us. You drive to the Lanting Hotel headquarters."

"Mad Blade and Fan Yi are there to protect you; it's safer."

Worriedly, Liu Chan looked at Yang Fei: "Brother Fei, what about you?"

Yang Fei chuckled, "I'll stay and play with them a bit."

"I'll also find out who has a grudge against us."

Liu Chan knew staying would only hold Yang Fei back.

She obediently nodded, took Yang Fei's keys, started the car, and sped away.

Yang Fei turned around to find no one behind him.

Strangely enough, Yang Fei felt a piercing murderous intent locking onto him.

He felt like a frog under a snake's gaze, his skin went cold, and goosebumps erupted all over his body.

It was the ti when the street lights just started to co on, and the streets were bustling with people coming and going.

Yang Fei snorted coldly, turned around, and walked unhurriedly along the road.

The entire way, Yang Fei could feel a sharp and boundless killing intent locked on him.

Moreover, the malice was growing stronger and stronger.

Yang Fei intended to force the swordsman to show himself.

He deliberately turned into a side street, then entered an alley.

After about a kiloter, the andering alley grew increasingly remote.

Many of the houses had the character "Demolish" painted in large letters on their walls.

This old district had been designated a new economic developnt zone by the governnt office.

The compensated residents had almost all moved away from here.

Yang Fei stopped walking and said indifferently, "Co out."

Behind Yang Fei, the night seed to shift subtly.

A figure erged, looking at Yang Fei with a faint gaze.

This figure was none other than the swordsman he had encountered at the barbecue stall.

The swordsman's eyes, under the dim sky, shone with the fierce gleam of a wild beast, his nose flat, his body both tall and thin.

Yang Fei looked back at him calmly, "Why are you following ?"

The swordsman's throat produced an extrely raw Huaxia dialect.

"Soone's offered ten million Rice Gold for your life."

Yang Fei sighed, "Who?"

The swordsman did not answer, but slowly lifted his long sword.

The blade glead with the light of the sky, its lustre flickering uncertainly.

Essence Qi surged above the swordsman's head, reaching towards the heavens, tangible and corporeal.

The Essence Qi shifted, and vaguely, it resembled a long sword.

Sword Intent forms into a core!

This fellow was actually a Core Formation Stage master at his peak!