Half Martial Immortal, Half Margin Monarch

Chapter 372

That Mr. Zhao froze for a moment, and couldn't help muttering: "A dragon and a phoenix among people? It is said that she is a thousand-year-old lone luan, a lone star of the gods, whoever marries her will be unlucky, and she is still a good-for-nothing with a bad reputation." ...It would be nice for someone like her to accept her as a concubine. If not..."

He stole another glance at Emperor Le Xuan, and continued: "If it weren't for His Majesty's benevolence, seeing her pitiful and wanting to find a husband for her, who would marry her..."

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" Ning Xuemo clapped her hands lightly three times. The applause was so clear that everyone in the audience could hear it.

"So, you gave me the position of concubine as a kindness to me?" Ning Xuemo smiled, still turning the glass of wine in her hand.

Now that the words have been spoken, Mr. Zhao simply raised his head: "That's right! I have a good heart!"

"But I don't like weak chickens." The wine glass in Ning Xuemo's hand suddenly flew out, right on top of Mr. Zhao, the wine in the cup poured down, and Mr. Zhao's head was poured over!

Mr. Zhao's kung fu is not bad, he has cultivated his mind power to the fifth level, and among the teenagers present, his kung fu is considered to be the best.

But I didn't expect that I didn't avoid the glass of wine poured down by Ning Xuemo!

He couldn't help jumping up with his head full of drinks, and glared at Ning Xuemo: "You...you trash...who are you calling weak..."

Before he could finish his sentence, someone grabbed him by the collar for some unknown reason. Before he could realize what was going on, his body had already been swung up, and he flew out like a cloud!
I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, this round, Ning Xuemo is aiming in the direction where Han Shanyue is!

Han Shanyue saw a human weapon smashed towards her, but her eyelashes drooped slightly, and there was no other reaction.

"Bang!" Mr. Zhao seemed to have bumped into an invisible obstacle three feet away from Han Shanyue, then slipped down, rolled on the ground, lay prone, unable to get up for a while.

No one expected this change, everyone was dumbfounded, looking at Mr. Zhao lying there, and Ning Xuemo who was standing there smiling freely, couldn't help shrinking back!
The other young master who was seated with Ning Xuemo was even more frightened. Sitting there, his body was stiff. He wanted to run but didn't dare, and he was afraid if he didn't run. He was holding a wine glass in his hand. felt.

Ning Xuemo clapped her little hands, looked down at Mr. Zhao, and sneered lightly: "I heard that Mr. Zhao is also a genius. How does it feel to be thrown out by a trash?"

Mr. Zhao's whole body hurts like he's falling apart.

He obviously hit a rather round barrier, but it felt like hitting a hard boulder, which made him dizzy for a while, and all the joints in his body ached.

He tried to jump up, but his limbs were so weak.

Just now, he jumped up with force, his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground with a plop, making another ugly appearance.

The hair is messed up, the clothes are loose, and the shoes are off. Mr. Zhao has grown up in a honeypot all his life. When did he suffer such a loss?
Feeling ashamed, angry and frightened for a moment, I wish I could find a crack in the ground and sneak in!

There is no floor seam for him to drill in the hall, he looked up bitterly, his handsome face flushed red, and stared at Ning Xuemo: "You...you...what kind of trick did you use?"

Ning Xuemo tilted her head and looked at him, her eyes turned cold: "Tricks? Do you need tricks to deal with a weakling like you?"

(End of this chapter)