"Huh??" Mo Xiuzhu was slightly startled. He didn't expect that he would ask himself this question, so he quickly glanced at the ring below again and said with a smile: "I think the strong man must win. !!Look at the kid next to him. He is thin and small, and he looks weak. I think the big man can defeat him with one move."
"Oh..." Mo Hanqing responded lightly, looking away from his face and saying nothing.
"Uncle Emperor, what do you think?" Mo Xiuzhu felt that although Mo Hanqing was a little abnormal today, he didn't seem to be in a particularly bad mood.
"Not interested." Mo Hanqing lowered his eyes slightly, picked up the white jade teacup on the table, put it to his mouth, blew on it twice, and took a sip gracefully.
“…”
Mo Xiuzhu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his lips.
Damn it! ! If you're not interested, why are you asking me this question?
Do you just want to call me Imperial Nephew and let me call you Imperial Uncle, so that you can feel better?
Just as he was making various slanders, a sound of gongs and drums came from the arena below, and the host shouted loudly: "No. 32 wins!"
What!
Mo Xiuzhu was startled and quickly looked towards the ring. Among the two people who were standing on the stage facing each other just now, only the young man wearing azure robes was left.
And that strong and sturdy man actually fell to the ground far outside the ring in a very strange posture.
"What's going on??" Mo Xiuzhu turned around and cast doubtful glances at Ye Chengan and Murong Hongyu beside him.
"Uh... we were too busy watching you and Han Qing just now and didn't pay attention to the situation below." Ye Chengan also had a look of confusion on his face. He looked at the situation on the ring with confusion in his eyes.
Mo Hanqing's dark jade-like eyes finally raised slightly, looking at the azure figure on the ring, and frowned slightly.
The spectators around the ring, after a moment of shock, instantly became excited.
"Did you just see it?! That boy just used one move to kick that burly man out of the ring!!"
“I saw it, I saw it!! It’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance!!”
"I was still worried about that young man just now, fearing that he wouldn't be able to defeat that big man. I couldn't believe it!"
"This young man is so powerful, he might be able to defeat all other challengers!"
"Yeah yeah… "
Mo Xiuzhu listened to the discussions of the common people below and turned around with a surprised expression on his face and said to them: "The boy defeated the opponent with just one move??"
"Tsk tsk... That seems to be what happened..." Ye Chengan also heard those discussions.
Murong Hongyu looked at Ye Qiqi's eyes and immediately became serious.
Mo Hanqing didn't react much.
In the midst of the uproar, a black figure suddenly fell next to Mo Hanqing, then knelt down on one knee, clasped his hands and said respectfully: "Your Highness."
"How's it going?" Mo Hanqing asked in a casual voice while playing with the white jade tea cup in his hand gracefully.
"Returning to Your Highness, Miss Qiqi... still hasn't been found." The black figure was none other than Leng Wei-Twelve who had been following Mo Hanqing.
"Not found??" Mo Hanqing raised his eyebrows slightly and turned his head, a cold chill instantly blooming in his eyes.