Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

The two men beat harder and harder, and their fists and kicks became more and more forceful. Even their clothes were torn, their hair was loose, and their faces were bruised, but they didn't win or lose.

Several people on the second floor were shouting vigorously, as if they wanted to go down to help.

And those voyeurs in the distance were stunned, why did His Royal Highness fight with people like this?Isn't this something only street hooligans do?But they dare not say a word.

Half an hour later, the two downstairs finally gave each other a kick, separated by two meters, and lay on their backs panting.

"Hahaha." Fan Tianluo couldn't help laughing when she saw the handsome faces of the two with colorful faces and the clothes on their bodies were more torn than beggars.

The two men stared at her, a little woman with bad ideas, with displeasure, and felt the urge to strangle her to death.

"It's actually a tie!" The Ninth Prince yelled, it seemed that he had no hope of winning.

Kong Xiaoqian covered her small mouth and was still laughing, Zhan Fu shouted: "His Royal Highness, is this a tie? Do you want to continue?" After speaking, he also laughed.

"Brother Huang, he is about to die, you need to make some more punches!" The Ninth Prince was still not reconciled.

Huang Yurui and Mo Xingchen were panting heavily, both of them were already weak at the moment, and they had no desire to fight again.

"Go back to the palace and I'll give you some punches!" Huang Yurui glared fiercely at the Ninth Prince who was gesticulating.

The Ninth Prince screamed, and immediately retracted his head, making the Ninth Princess laugh coquettishly. Suddenly she felt that because of the existence of Fan Tianluo, everyone seemed to be much happier than usual, and the grievances had also faded a lot.

"It seems that the girl's sweet kiss can't be delivered, hey." Fan Tianluo was still shaking her head in disappointment, with an unflattering look, making Kong Xiaoqian laugh to the ground.

Huang Yurui turned to look at Mo Xingchen, and Mo Xingchen also turned to look at him.

"Brat, are you sure you like such a woman?" Huang Yurui asked a little depressed.

Mo Xingchen raised his eyebrows and said: "There is still a long way to go to the rank of honor, I will think about it carefully." After speaking, he himself grinned.

"That's right, I want to work harder! I won't be left behind by the two of you." Huang Yurui was startled, but he also developed admiration for Mo Xingchen. It turns out that this man also has the same dream as Fantianluo .

"That depends on your ability, Xiaoluo doesn't like the weak." Mo Xingchen was proud, as if he saw himself standing with Fantianluo in the future, looking at the world coldly.

"I won't give up! Be careful!" Huang Yurui laughed loudly, with all kinds of pride in his heart.

Mo Xingchen was infected by him, and his chest rose with boldness, but seeing Huang Yurui let down his vigilance, he immediately turned over, and suddenly punched him on the nose, the movement was as fast as lightning.

"Ah! You bastard! Sneak attack!" Huang Yurui screamed, with blood spurting from his nose, preventing him from getting up.

"Haha, I won! This is called being a soldier!" After speaking, she looked up at Fantianluo's startled face, showing an extremely evil smile, which made Fantianluo shiver suddenly.

Why does it feel like a sheep is in the mouth of a tiger?

"Wow, it's so despicable! It's so shameless! Brother Huang, this can't be counted!" The Ninth Prince suddenly screamed, "The two of them are equally despicable and shameless! I won't gamble, and I won't admit defeat!" Jumping off the second floor, ignoring the prince who fell to the ground, he ran away directly, leaving everyone speechless, this guy is really embarrassing to the royal family.