Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

In Yang Fei's impression, this was the first time An Zichen lost her composure.

He smiled bitterly, "Zi Chen, I want to run too, but I can't show my face."

"It's over, this time you really have to be a wid~ow."

An Zichen stomped her foot in frustration.

At a time like this, this bastard is still teasing me, does he really want to die?

Yang Fei fumbled around on the Demon Emperor's corpse.

He wanted to find the genetic map data, even if he died, he had to destroy this threat to the safety of the nation and the people.

However, what Yang Fei didn't expect was.

He found nothing on the Demon Emperor, except for a few bank cards and some personal items.

No data-bearing items like USB drives, nothing at all.

Yang Fei almost bit his teeth to pieces.

If he had known the Demon Emperor didn't carry the genetic map, why did he fight so hard for his corpse?

Major loss!

Bang! Boom boom!

At that moment, a violent explosion occurred five hundred meters behind.

Countless soldiers were blown to bits; it turned out Yang Fei's tricky thunder had been triggered by the enemy, causing a chain explosion.

More than a dozen soldiers were blown to pieces by the landmine.

The power of the explosions affected the surrounding area of three to five meters.

The soldiers charging forward hurriedly crouched down with their heads covered, lying flat on the ground.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Yang Fei suddenly dashed forward.

He stuffed everything from the Demon Emperor's body into his arms and took off running.

As the deafening explosion subsided, the trained demon army stood up again to pursue Yang Fei.

Yang Fei scrambled, fleeing in a zigzag pattern.

He rushed into the woods, furiously waving to the other three.

"Run, what are you standing there for?"

Neither An Zichen, Xue Mingtai, nor the Sword Emperor, among the three masters, had a habit of running away before battle.

Yet Yang Fei had no hesitation, bolting forward in a flash.

After running over ten steps, Yang Fei found An Zichen and the others still on the spot, not reacting.

He almost burst with anger, "Freaking run, are you just gonna stand there and be a target?"

Xue Mingtai smiled bitterly and began to run, the Sword Emperor silently following behind.

Only An Zichen was reluctantly scolding Yang Fei.

"I, An Zichen, have never been this pathetic, it's all your fault."

Whoosh!

At that moment, a strange noise came from the sky.

Yang Fei looked up to see a rocket, trailing a long tail of flames, shooting towards them.

The rocket's landing point was exactly where An Zichen stood.

"Danger!"

Yang Fei was so scared he nearly lost his soul.

Although An Zichen was highly skilled in martial arts, she never trained for evading bombs, it was a deadly issue.

From thirty meters away, Yang Fei activated Extreme Tiger to its fullest, darting over.

He grabbed An Zichen, rolling over a dozen times to the left.

The two landed on a small slope, with Yang Fei pinning An Zichen down tightly.

Boom!

A giant explosion, the power of the rocket blast flipped half the hillside over.

A mass of soil mixed with shrubs fell, burying An Zichen and Yang Fei underneath.

Fortunately, Yang Fei and An Zichen hid under the small slope.

Otherwise, this explosion could have shattered them into pieces.

An Zichen only heard the heaven-shaking explosion above.

Yang Fei's body pressing down on her, her ears rang, and she experienced temporary loss of sight.

Her back felt sticky and wet, sudden panic arose in her heart.

An Zichen climbed up, and Yang Fei groaned weakly, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

He had protected An Zichen, yet the explosion's shockwave still injured him badly.

"Yang Fei, how are you?"

An Zichen looked at Yang Fei's pale face due to blood loss, feeling alarmed and extremely guilty.

Yang Fei dusted off himself, yet his eyes were sizing up An Zichen.

"Don't freaking run around, are you looking to die?"

An Zichen, the Supreme of the Dragon King Hall, hadn't been spoken to this way in a decade.

But for some reason, An Zichen wasn't angry.

Her bright eyes locked on Yang Fei, "Why did you save me?"

Yang Fei was taken aback, "Why did I save you…"

"You're so pretty, with such a great body, and you haven't even shared a room with me, wouldn't it be a waste…"

"Shut up, say one more word and I'll kill you."

An Zichen's face flushed with anger, and her big eyes sparkled with waves.

"Just now, if you had hesitated for one second, you couldn't have saved me, you weren't thinking of anything!"

Her words made Yang Fei freeze, An Zichen's words reminded him.

The moment the rocket came down, Yang Fei indeed thought of nothing.

He simply rushed over instinctively, which was why he was so fast.

An Zichen's eyes suddenly reddened.

She looked at Yang Fei with deep resentment.

"From beginning to end, you're a bastard, a big bastard!"

Suddenly she bent down, swiftly lifted Yang Fei up, and sprinted towards the woods.

Behind her, the demon army, like a swarm of locusts, pressed on closely.

Yang Fei's face and body, whipped by countless branches, screamed in pain.

"Zi Chen my dear, can't you put me down, where's my manly dignity like this?"

An Zichen snorted, "Put your machismo away."

Despite her words, An Zichen still shielded Yang Fei's head and face in her chest, desperately running forward.

An Zichen's Essence Qi surged to the limit in an instant.

She quickly widened the distance from the chasing demon army.

Yang Fei's head buried against her chest, mumbling and kicking wildly.

An Zichen was fed up and suddenly tossed Yang Fei to the ground.

"What's wrong with you now?"

Yang Fei gasped for big breaths on the ground, his expression extremely exaggerated.

"Zi Chen dear, you nearly smothered me."

"But, if we must die, better be smothered by you than shot randomly by the enemy."

Despite the critical situation, this guy was still so cheeky.

An Zichen nearly rushed over to give him a Fire-Planted Golden Lotus.

"What nonsense are you talking about, run quickly, by the way, where's Xue Mingtai?"

Yang Fei proudly snapped his fingers.

"Sorry, we don't need to run anymore, my brother has arrived."

As he spoke, he yelled into his wireless communicator.

"Mad Blade, give them a good beating, don't give me face."

"Right away, coach, you're still alive?"

In the communication, Mad Blade's raucous voice came through, seemingly joking but showing concern.

"No crap, I'm fine."

"Tell the brothers to be careful, this gang is the demon army, quite elite."

"No one should get into trouble, we must be cheeky, cheeky is the way."

"You… you knew the Changfeng Squad arrived all along, and you pretended to be pitiful to make me carry you?"

An Zichen suddenly realized everything.

She could hardly believe someone so shamelessly cheeky existed in the world.

Would he risk his life just to take advantage of a woman?

Yang Fei waved his hands repeatedly, "Not true, not true."

"You insisted on taking me by Overlord's move, I was helpless but to enjoy it."

Bam!

An Zichen couldn't hold back her fury any longer, kicked Yang Fei's thigh, and turned away.

An Zichen felt if she stayed alone with this shameless monster any longer, she feared she might just strangle him to death.