My crazy concubine is super defiant

Chapter 515
On the side, Nan Fengjiao screamed angrily.

"Murong Jiuqing, you have already missed the time for the competition, so you will automatically admit defeat."

"... If you are sensible, just kowtow to this princess a thousand times in public, and then hand over that little thing. This princess will show mercy and spare your life."

Nan Fengjiao stretched out her hand and pointed at the little fur ball, laughing triumphantly.

"lose?"

Murong Jiuqing suddenly laughed.

She raised her head domineeringly and said loudly.

"Who said Miss Ben lost?"

"Hahaha... You still don't admit it? It's past noon now, if you don't show up on time, you will automatically admit defeat."

Nan Fengjiao stretched out her hand and pointed at the sky, and laughed arrogantly.

Hahaha…

Little waste, you have nothing to say now, right?
Nan Fengjiao had a ferocious smile on her face.

"Really? I don't think so."

Murong Jiuqing sneered.

He suddenly turned his head and looked towards the center of the ring.

There, the slender incense stick that was lit was burning to the last bit.

The orange-red Mars flickers and dims in mid-air, erratically.

But it did not go out.

"What's going on? It's impossible."

Nan Fengjiao's eyes also noticed the incense stick.

Seeing this, his face immediately turned pale.

Whoa!
At this moment, the people around the square also found that the incense was still burning.

There were bursts of uproar, and they began to lower their voices, whispering to each other.

In this messy commotion.

Murong Jiuqing turned his head silently, looking in the direction where Ye Beixuan was.

Coincidentally, his gaze also happened to cross the sky above the square, looking this way.

The eyes of the two happened to meet in mid-air.

"Thank you."

Murong Jiuqing raised his eyebrows, silently mouthed to him.

"Ah."

Sitting on the seat, Ye Beixuan gave a low laugh and withdrew his eyes.

this little woman,

Count her as having a conscience.

Murong Jiuqing smiled and looked away, looking at Nan Fengjiao provocatively.

"What? You don't dare to fight because you are afraid of losing to Miss Ben, do you?"

"Murong Jiuqing, who do you think is afraid to fight?"

As soon as Nan Fengjiao heard Murong Jiuqing's provocation, her face turned ashen and screamed at her.

Murong Jiuqing opened his mouth in a cold tone.

"If it wasn't for fear, why didn't you dare to fight, and insisted on being a shrink, a head, a crow, and a turtle?"

Murong Jiuqing deliberately elongated his tone and said word for word.

"You little trash, look at the trick!"

Nan Fengjiao was furious in her heart.

"Shua" swung the whip all of a sudden, and whipped it heavily towards Murong Jiuqing's face.

hiss!
Below the arena, there was a sound of gasping for air.

Those surrounding people all looked at Murong Jiuqing in disbelief.

Hearing what he just said, he couldn't believe his ears.

"Heaven, did you hear that? Murong Jiuqing actually took the initiative to provoke Princess Jiu, does she not want to live anymore?"

"Yes, yes, isn't she a well-known little waste? If you angered Princess Nine, she must have no good fruit to eat."

"It's a pity. Now, Murong Jiuqing must be in danger."

Everyone in the crowd shook their heads regretfully.

On the contrary, Murong Yan'er in the corner had a look of anticipation on her face.

"Little waste, watch the whip."

Nan Fengjiao screamed in despair.

The long black whip in his hand was already whipped towards Murong Jiuqing.

(End of this chapter)