Dragon Blood Devil Soldier

"I understand." Long Bufan raised his eyebrows, and the same cheap smile appeared on his face. Stealing to do this kind of thing, he had done this kind of thing many times in the fire workshop.    

    

"Junior brother Long, we brothers will choose something to eat tonight."    

    

He knew that during the outer hall competition, Long Bufan had killed Yang Feng and offended Yang Yuanhai, and both sides had become mortal enemies. Zhu Da Pang's philosophy was that since his brothers' enemies were his own enemies, he had always secretly added some ingredients into Yang Yuanhai's food, which was his personal 'urinal'.    

    

In the past few months, Yang Yuanhai had practically every meal filled with the urination of a child from the Zhu Da Pang. However, once, because the Zhu Da Pang was too busy, he forgot to add food to his meals, but Yang Yuanhai, who had just finished eating, was suddenly enraged. He scolded the fire workshop for stealing food and scolding him until he was stupefied.    

    

At night, when Long Bufan and Zhu Da Pang were having dinner in fire workshop, the First Prince of the imperial palace was inside his residence.    

    

"I never thought that in just a few short months, Long Bufan would have developed that piece of barren land, and even created a Dragonmark Trading Company. It's truly not simple."    

    

In his arms was a young lady whose clothes were exposed, and at the corner of his mouth was a pipe with a golden dragon pattern. While swallowing the mist, he wantonly ravaged the woman.    

    

If one took a closer look, this woman's looks were actually somewhat similar to Lin Shuanger's. It was just that compared to the pure and holy Lin Shuanger, the water type Yang Hua's seductive aura was like the difference between heaven and earth.    

    

It was already a well-known fact that First Prince Yangtian coveted Lin Shuanger, who was as beautiful as a goddess. He had even asked the Monarch to marry him, but Lin Shuanger had the status of a direct disciple in the inner palace of the Spirit Profound Martial House.    

    

As such, all he could do was have a lecherous heart and be fearless.    

    

"Are all the people from the Yinyang Sect so open-minded ?" Yang Tian glanced at the man in green who was sitting opposite him and similarly carrying a woman, and couldn't help but frown. Although he was unhappy in his heart, he didn't say anything.    

    

This was because at this moment, the green-robed man was sitting on his hip with the delicate woman in his arms. In public, he didn't have the slightest bit of awkwardness.    

    

Then, the man tidied up his clothes, took a deep breath with a refreshing expression, and a strange red light flashed in his long and narrow eyes.    

    

"A woman without a cultivation base is completely useless." The azure-robed man snorted lightly, ignoring the paralyzed young woman on the ground. If one were to carefully look, they would notice that the blood in the woman's entire body seemed to have been completely sucked out, turning terrifyingly pale.    

    

After that, the green robed man walked over to a chair to the side and sat down, then smiled at Yang Tian: "First Prince, if you are interested, I can teach you a few moves of the Yinyang Sect technique to try."    

    

"Hehe, I appreciate your good intentions. If there is a need, I will consult you again." First Prince Yangtian laughed dryly, and refused with a gentle tone. The Yang Sword Technique he trained in focused on the Righteous Qi. With a Pure Yuan physique, it might conflict with this sort of demonic technique. If he cultivated this, then it might disturb his heart of martial arts.