Duanmu Canglan frightenedly said to Linghu Huori: "I saved you, how about it? Thank you Dade? How can you thank the prince?"
"Get out!" Linghu Huo Ri didn't even shake him.
Duanmu Canglan chuckled like an evildoer: "Three days later, you will be the prince's man, speak more politely, if you want to get out, the prince will accompany you! In the future, there will be opportunities for us to get out."
Lin Baocong and Zhang Liangyu clenched their fists, wanting to help their son beat someone up. However, they glanced at each other, but felt a little overwhelmed.
To be honest, they also doubted whether their young master had broken sleeves before. The son is also sixteen or seven years old, but he never goes to brothels, and he is not good at women.
It's just because of his weak body, he has always looked like a weak willow supporting the wind, and will fall if the wind blows, so General Linghu never proposed marriage to Linghu Huori.
Well now! I can't even mention it! In three days, I will get married like the eldest lady! What is the situation when you meet this strange Prince Duanmu? Their young master has always been gentle, why did he become so irritable
Is this the eldest son of their family who is "a man on the street is like a jade, and his son is unparalleled in the world"? Everyone said that the young master's appearance overwhelmed Jiuye, who was called "the most beautiful man in the world", but when he saw this Prince Duanmu, why did his words become rough? !
The two little attendants unknowingly backed away and backed away a little bit, thinking they were going to say something romantic? Do they want to listen? It's so embarrassing!
At this time, but seeing Linghu Huori suddenly looked at Prince Duanmu's leg and asked, "Is your leg healed?"
Prince Duanmu was very pleasantly surprised, holding the scimitar and jumping on both feet, thinking that Linghu Huori suddenly cared about him: "Well, what's that little injury? It's okay. Are you caring about me?"
With a sound of "Shua!", Linghu Huo opened the paper fan and said angrily, "Dream! I'm asking you, if your leg injury recovers, I'll settle it with you here today!"
"Fix it? How is it done?" Prince Duanmu asked with a scimitar in his hand, taking some time off, and asked with a chuckle.
"Fight to the death! You die! I live!" Linghu Huori gritted his teeth and pointed the paper fan at him!
"Haha! That's not acceptable! We live and die together, you can't live and die. However, if you must have a decisive battle, that's fine, but you have to change your meaning."
"Fart off! I'm waiting to kill you!" Linghu Huo Ri thought, even if he couldn't be killed, he still had to be beaten, fuck him! If daddy hadn't appeared last time, he must have made him suffer.
"How about this! I can compete with you. But if I win, how about you willingly wearing women's clothing on my Huaqiao in three days?"
"Then what if I win? Can you fucking go to the emperor and ask someone else to marry?"
Linghu Huo Ri is a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Losing is just wearing women's clothing on the flower bridge! Does it matter what clothes he is wearing now
"Okay! If you win, the crown prince will let you go, and go to the emperor to ask for another princess to marry." Duanmu Canglan is very confident, he thinks that he will not lose at all.
But Linghu Huori, no matter how good his martial arts are, he has only just practiced them. Facing Duanmu, he heard from his sister that he is good at martial arts. So, if you compete with him, he has to be careful.
He thought for a while, and said, "Since you don't intend to risk your life, it's more interesting."
"Huo Ri, what's interesting?" Prince Duanmu called "Huo Ri" very ambiguously.
Although Linghu Huori was very annoyed, he couldn't stop him from yelling. He held back his anger and said, "Two wins in three sets! In the first event, we will compete to hunt ten birds, and the first to catch ten birds will be the winner. Do you agree?"
The reason why Linghu Huori proposed this competition is because he is best at the paper fan spring in his hand. As long as you push it lightly, you can shoot the bird on the tree, and it is almost a hundred shots.
"Agreed!" Duanmu smiled strangely when he heard this, and readily agreed.
Linghu Huori didn't expect Duanmu to agree so readily! He uses a machete, brute force is fine, but to catch a bird, can it be faster than the spring on his fan