When the full-level boss picks up the zero-level petite bag

Chapter 89 Mr., your taste is so sweet (37)

Ding En stepped onto the stage respectfully, and looked at Jing Mo with the corners of his mouth hooked: "Sir, I am offended."

Jingmo's eyes are still indifferent, and the spiritual power that resolves one by one seems to be no different from treating other challengers.

Ding En, who had suffered several spiritual powers, was a little puzzled, and the anger in his heart gradually surged up.

"Sir, what do you mean?" He gritted his teeth and summoned black wings, which were powerful.

"There is nothing wrong with the point." Jingmo replied calmly and gracefully.

Ding En cursed in his heart, yes, in the eyes of all the blood races, it is true, but now he actually has several wounds on his body.

Since he doesn't follow the rules, it's no wonder he made a ruthless move.

Jingmo deliberately suppressed the power of his own bloodline, just to see what the blood clan on the opposite side really had.

"What's going on? Why did Duke Ding use such a ruthless move all of a sudden?" The vampires were puzzled.

"Do you really want to challenge the prince?"

"Master Jingmo is really good-tempered, and he has deliberately suppressed his blood power."

"Ding is against the rules!"

"This is a challenge in the first place. I didn't say a little bit until now, right?" Farimmei looked at the audience and said proudly, "Besides, Duke Ding is young and promising, and he won't necessarily lose."

"If you are so desperate to challenge, then the next time the prince can be conferred, there will be no blood clan to challenge!" The blood clan retorted.

It used to be a little game between the elders and the juniors. If they really made a killing move, who would dare to challenge?Isn't it looking for death?
"You... His Royal Highness Ding En won't necessarily lose!" Fa Linmei said angrily.

"That is Lord Jingmo showing mercy." All the blood races looked at Fa Linmei mockingly, as if mocking her for being ignorant.

"You...! Humph!"

Farimmei turned to the back and continued to watch the challenge above.

That prince was the one who bullied her and humiliated her back then, but now, if His Highness Ding En is powerful, he might really be able to eat the bitter fruit for the other party.

She was very happy.

"Do you want to continue?" Jingmo looked at Ding En, who was getting more and more frustrated, and didn't take it seriously.

"Yes!" Ding En gritted his teeth. He was arrogant in his life and had never been so embarrassed. He will take revenge today.

Jing Mo approached a little, waved his hand and a force of spiritual power came over, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "A vampire who ruined the blood of his companions because he didn't want to marry, win? Is it possible?"

"Are you worthy?" Jingmo looked at him indifferently.

Ding En raised his head abruptly, his pupils dilated, as if he was caught by the handle, and he panickedly withdrew his spiritual power.

Why, does he know?
Jing Mo waved his hands vigorously, looked at Ding En lying straight on the ground, and withdrew his hands indifferently.

Victory and defeat.

He Ting En, defeated ridiculously.

"Duke Ting, the challenge failed." The blood race concluded.

This was the first vampire who failed in the challenge, and the other vampires, Jing Mo, gave them a tie result charitably.

But Ding En, who was courting death himself, couldn't blame Jingmo for being merciless.

Hearing the result is the only different result in history.

All the blood clans whispered from below: "Come down! Shame!"

Ding held his head with both hands, and ran out of the hall with red eyes, still not wanting to believe the result.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

(End of this chapter)