The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

"Hey, isn't this Princess Hanyan?" A clear and suspicious voice came.

I saw a blond young man with a shiny face, holding two glasses of red wine in his hand, with a gentle smile on his face, walking over slowly.

Han Yan raised her head slightly, and glanced at this young man. He was well dressed, well-dressed, with a dignified appearance, and elegant manners. He was considered a first-class son among nobles, but Han Yan was not interested in such people at all. Qiao Mei frowned secretly, but she didn't have a good look on her face, and continued to remain silent.

It was the first time for this young man to see the rumored princess. With just one glance, he was deeply attracted by Han Yan's unearthly temperament. Such a beauty is truly unparalleled in the world, like that holy angel, shocking the heavens people.

The gaze in his eyes sneaked another glance at Liu Shisan, who was at the side. The young nobleman secretly despised him, and wondered how, with Liu Shisan's pig-headed appearance, he could give birth to such a beautiful daughter. Later, she inherited the advantages of her mother.

The noble young man stood in front of Han Yan for a while. Seeing that she didn't even pay attention to his intentions, he felt extremely embarrassed, but he didn't want to give up on it, so he had to pretend to be calm and said with a smile: "Your Highness, can you show me your face?" How about a drink?"

Handed the wine glass in his left hand to Han Yan.

"Hmph." Han Yan snorted coldly, the meaning of refusal was obvious.

But the expression of this young nobleman was a bit unstoppable. There were still many people looking at him in the field. If he was rejected by Han Yan in this way, wouldn't he be unable to step down? Where would he put his face in the future?

"Cough..." Liu Shisan cleared his throat, and whispered in Han Yan's ear: "He is Ajin, the son of the Marquis of Ackerman, and the Marquis of Ackerman has a heavy army under his command. To save face, you can have a drink with him."

"Father...you..." Han Yan's body shook slightly, and she felt extremely wronged in her heart. Now she has been reduced to the point where she wants to show respect to a mere marquis and accompany him to drink. How can she accept it? If she changed the occasion, she would have He showed the dagger.

Liu Shisan kept winking at Han Yan, but seeing that Han Yan was still ignorant, he had no choice but to say to the young nobleman in front of him: "Princess, she is very tired and can't drink too much."