As soon as these words came out, the faces of the children of several aristocratic families suddenly turned cold, and they threatened regardless of the occasion: "Fat Shao, I think you are impatient with life? Do you want to do it in front of His Majesty the Holy King and His Majesty the Emperor? Want a fair duel with me?"
The person who spoke was already at the peak of the Orange Realm. It would be easy to deal with Fatty Shao in the Red Realm.
Moreover, in the arena, life and death matter.
He made it clear that he wanted to take Fatty Shao's life.
"You think I don't dare!"
"Fat man."
Mu Qingge spoke out in time to prevent Fatty Shao from impulsively committing suicide.
She originally wanted to stay out of the matter, but she couldn't let Fatty Shao get involved because of her.
Standing up slowly, she put the wine glass she was playing with into her mouth. Her red robe floated, her black hair fluttered, and she looked indescribably elegant.
After drinking the wine in the glass, Mu Qingge threw the glass back casually under the eyes of everyone, and said to Simo who was above him: "Are you leaving?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed drastically.
She was afraid that her rude words and dullness would anger His Majesty the Holy King and bring harm to the entire Qin State.
"Mu Qingge, who are you? How dare you speak to His Majesty the Holy King like this?"
"Bold! Mu Qingge, why don't you kneel down and apologize to His Majesty the Holy King?"
"I said, are you all done?" Mu Qingge's extremely cold and slow voice immediately covered up everything.
The whole place suddenly fell silent, and almost everyone looked at her in shock, as if she was dying. Even Mu Xiong and Mu Lianrong looked anxious, and a trace of worry flashed in the eyes of Qin Yiyao, who was sitting in the royal seat.
There was only one person with a smile in his eyes.
That was Si Mo sitting high up.
Mu Qingge looked around with cold eyes, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth became more intense: "They are just a bunch of sanctimonious people, who have the right to criticize me? Yes, I beat someone in the street, so what? Compared with just daring to For those who do evil things in secret, they can be considered aboveboard, right? So what if I hang out in Flower Street? It’s just to listen to music and enjoy dances. I respect Sister Yao very much, even if I take advantage of it, I still have to pay for it. Money. Unlike some people, who appear to be gentlemen on the surface, but secretly rob women of the people and bully the maids in the house. Before they reach their prime, there are a lot of bed-warming girls, who are in heat everywhere like a stallion. I can't practice. , but His Majesty the Holy King just likes it. Doesn’t it have anything to do with you idlers? Hide those envious, jealous and hateful thoughts and don’t let me see them. Otherwise, if you meet me once, I will step on you once. If you want to form a group, Come here for abuse, I will accompany you to the end!"
After saying that, he ignored the horrified expressions of everyone around him. She flew towards Si Mo on the high platform with a dagger in her eye: "Are you going to leave?"
His wanton words and furious expression almost made everyone pee in fear.
Si Mo raised the corner of his mouth, and the angry look of the little man in red seemed to please him. The tall figure flashed, and he and Mu Qingge disappeared from everyone's sight.
Only the stunned crowd was left.
I am afraid that no one would have thought that the loser of the Mu family would dare to say such treasonous words.
The most important thing is that he did not anger His Majesty the Holy King, but allowed His Majesty the Holy King to take him away
Looking at the empty white jade dragon chair, the whole place was silent.
The majestic wind dragon and leopard also disappeared together, seeming to turn into a breeze and go away.
Suddenly, a tall and thin figure walked out of the darkness behind the white jade dragon chair. He was dressed in black, holding a sword in his arms, and his face was frosty and expressionless.
He came out slowly and looked down at everyone. Finally, his eyes fell on Mu Xiong.
"Mr. Mu, my master asked me to tell you that the young master will return home later on his own, so you don't have to worry." Gu Ya said coldly.
In my heart, I was depressed.
Is there anyone in the world who can make his master handle the aftermath so thoughtfully
If those people were to know what happened here, it would probably cause the earth to shake and shock the eyes of countless people.
Mu Xiong, who was named, suddenly had mixed emotions in his heart. But he held his fists and saluted respectfully, thanking Gu Ya for his message.
Relying on power goes against the pride of the Mu family.
However, Mu Qingge was able to win the favor of His Majesty the Holy King, which made him feel relieved. It seemed that even if one day he could no longer protect the only remaining bloodline grandson, he would not be slaughtered like a fish.
(End of chapter)