Soldier King's Love Affairs In City

0"Right now, your life and death are in the hands of us brothers. Clean up your mouth for me." The man wearing a peaked cap pointed his pistol at Qin Yun and said.    

    

"This girl is really not bad. Today, we can be considered to have gotten both wealth and income." The muscular black man smirked obscenely as he stared at Dai Li.    

    

When Qin Yun heard his words, his eyes turned cold as a glimmer flashed in his eyes. In a flash, he had arrived in front of the black muscular man and pulled out the Nepalese Army knife hanging from his waist.    

    

"Swish!" A cold light flashed from the neck of the burly African man.    

    

A thin line of blood appeared on the black man's neck. Before he could react, he fell to the ground with a thud.    

    

The people who were pointing their guns at Qin Yun felt their vision blur as their boss collapsed to the ground lifeless. They were so frightened that they hurriedly pointed their guns at Qin Yun and were about to pull the trigger.    

    

"Swish!" With a sound, Qin Yun vanished from their vision once again. When he reappeared, he was already behind them.    

    

"Pfft!" With a sound, everyone felt a chill run down their neck. Then, hot blood gushed out of their carotid arteries before they lay down in a pool of blood.    

    

"Even the much more powerful mercenary groups do not dare to make a move, and you still want to earn three billion, even if you get the money, you must live!"    

    

With that said, Qin Yun threw the Nepalese military knife in his hand onto the corpses and left with Dai Li.    

    

It was just an incident on the way back to Hua Xia. Another hour later, Qin Yun and Dai Li were already ten thousand meters up in the sky.    

    

Mount Dali.    

    

Jian Shan's name was exactly the same as the mountain itself: Wei Feng stood tall and lofty, just within the depths of a mountain range, there was a quiet and peaceful clearing. This was the location of the Fallen Ying Sect.    

    

At the entrance of the Fallen Ying Sect stood a huge rock with the word 'sword' carved on it. Therefore, the Fallen Ying Sect was also known as the Sword Sect.    

    

The Fallen Ying Sect had existed for almost a thousand years, and its roots were deep. Although a first-rate sect like the Medicine King Valley couldn't compare to Mount Kunlun, it was still much stronger than an ordinary small sect.    

    

The place was filled with an ancient style of architecture, as if it was a paradise. In front of these buildings, there was a huge open space, which was where the disciples of the Fallen Ying Sect practiced martial arts.    

    

On one hand, Sect Master Jian Nan Tian was recuperating from his injuries, and did not have the time to lead his disciples to train.    

    

On the other hand, quite a few people in the sect were injured and had yet to recover.    

    

In the depths of the Fallen Ying Sect's building, in an ancient room, a handsome young man in a long white robe was drinking wine alone.    

    

He was the Young Sect Master of the Fallen Ying Sect, Jian Fei.    

    

Ever since he had returned from Seaside City, he had been thinking about Nangong Yue's beautiful face every day. It was as if he had been possessed by a devil.    

    

And when he thought of Nangong Yue, he could not help but think of Qin Yun, the person who had shrouded his halo of genius.    

    

Jian Fei finished the cup of wine in one gulp. With a sound, Jianfei shattered the table with a punch. He said viciously, "Qin Yun, Nangong Yue is mine. One day, I'll teach you a lesson!"    

    

At this moment, an average built man wearing a blue suit with a trace of frivolity in his eyes walked in.    

    

This man was called Yang Huan, a young master of the Seven Stars Sect, a small sect in the Dali Territory.    

    

However, this Seven Stars Sect was incomparable to the Fallen Ying Sect. If the Fallen Ying Sect was considered a second-rate sect, then the Seven Stars Sect could at most be considered a third-rate sect.    

    

Even though the status of the Seven Stars Sect and the Fallen Ying Sect were not on the same level, the relationship between the two sects was still pretty good.    

    

In the eyes of outsiders, the Seven Stars Sect was a subsidiary sect of the Fallen Ying Sect, and this Yang Huan would usually run over to the sect to get close to Jian Fei.    

    

Although Jian Fei despised this Yang Huan, he was not tired of it and treated him as a senior follower.    

    

"Who caused our Young Sect Master to be so angry? I, Yang Huan, am the first to not forgive him!" Yang Huan said to Jian Fei.    

    

When Jian Fei saw him enter, he did not pay any attention to him and immediately picked up another bottle of wine to drink.    

    

Furthermore, Yang Huan was no longer surprised by Jian Fei's attitude. He was not happy in her heart, but Jian Fei was still a Junior Sect Master of the Fallen Ying School.    

    

Yang Huan stepped forward and smiled, "Young Sect Master, this time, quite a few girls have come to our Seven Stars Sect's clubhouse. I'll go find two for you, and guarantee that each of them will belong to a different place."    

    

"What kind of people are they? How could they enter my eyes?" Jian Fei put down the bottle and said softly.    

    

Yang Huan frowned. Flying Sword was not like this in the past. Whenever it came to playing with women, his eyes would light up. What happened today?    

    

"I heard that the Zhang Group's daughter has returned from abroad. She's a rare beauty. When did I make an appointment for her? Shall we play together?" Yang Huan continued.    

    

"Don't bother me. Other than Nangong Yue, I don't want anyone else." Jian Fei said in a deep voice.    

    

"Who is this Nangong Yue you're talking about? Why have I never heard of her before?" Yang Huan said to Jian Fei.    

    

Jian Fei ignored him and drank a few more mouthfuls.    

    

This was the first time Yang Huan had seen Jian Fei like this. If she could help Jian Fei obtain this Nangong Yue, perhaps if Jian Fei was happy, she would be able to promise the Seven Stars Sect many benefits.    

    

"Young Sect Master, as long as you say the word, I'll bring her back to you. When the time is right, we'll cook the cooked rice …" Yang Huan smiled obscenely at Jian Fei.    

    

"Pah!" With a crisp sound, Jianfei moved like lightning and slapped Yang Huan, "Am I that kind of person?"    

    

Yang Huan was completely confused by the slap, and quickly apologized, "Yes, yes, yes, Young Sect Master is right."    

    

However, although Jian Fei had slapped Yang Huan, his words still reminded him. If he cooked a meal with Nangong Yue and used his status as a Junior Sect Master of the Fallen Ying Sect to propose marriage to her, there was no need to fear that the Nangong Family Master would not agree.    

    

Jian Fei pondered for a while, then smiled at Yang Huan, "That slap just now didn't hurt, right?"    

    

"It doesn't hurt, not at all. Young Sect Master didn't use any strength at all." Although Yang Huan said this, she was cursing Jianfei repeatedly in her heart.    

    

"Can you do what you just said?" Jian Fei said lightly.    

    

"Of course, as long as I set out on a mission, you don't have to worry. I guarantee that I will bring him back to you." Seeing this, Yang Huan quickly replied.    

    

Next, Jian Fei told Yang Huan Nangong Yue's identity.    

    

When Yang Huan heard that Nangong Yue was the Young Miss of Nangong Family, she frowned. The Seven Stars Sect's forces were still lacking a little in terms of Nangong Family, but with the backing of the Fallen Ying Sect, there was nothing to be afraid of.    

    

Thus, he agreed to it all and brought along a few Seven Star Sect elites to head to South Sea City.    

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