The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 187 Does Master Guo Shi only congratulate me verbally?

Pi Xiuxiu's figure was flexible, and she leaped lightly in the air, supporting Brother Iron Hammer's strong shoulders with both hands, and leaped behind him in the blink of an eye. As Pi Xiuxiu hit it, Pi Xiuxiu leaned over to dodge, the speed of the hammer made his hair hanging on his chest rippling -

"Take another hammer from me! Take the move!"

Brother Tiehammer roared, and in just two moves, he tightly attracted the attention of everyone in the audience.

While Chacha was sucking the sauced beef in her bosom with gusto, while watching the battle between Pi Xiuxiu and Brother Iron Hammer with small eyebrows.

Pi Xiuxiu stepped on the ground with one foot, and leaped lightly into the air. The silver-white boots stepped on the hammer chain swung by Brother Iron Hammer. At the same time, she launched a light kung fu. Exercising such great strength that his body was difficult to exert, the hammer that was thrown out was under the control of Pi Xiuxiu's feet, the hammer turned around, and the hammer smashed towards Brother Iron Hammer, who was in charge of the control——

It can be seen from Brother Iron Hammer's angry pupils that he never expected that Pi Xiuxiu could control his hammer with only two feet, and was also turned around by a terrifying internal force in a short time——

Brother Hammer lost!

The moment Pi Xiuxiu landed in a good posture and was ready to accept the praise, the audience burst into warm applause like a heat wave!

"Master Pi is very skilled!"

Lord Long Live was equally excited when he saw it, and applauded appreciatively while sitting on the main seat: "Good! Good!"

Chacha's cheeks were so stuffed that she couldn't speak, but she slapped her palms hard enough!

Pi Xiuxiu waved her clothes on the shelf, then walked towards her seat.

Seeing that Pi Xiuxiu had won, Wei Wuyue secretly let out a sigh of relief.

It has long been known that the Yanchi Dynasty has always had no shortage of warriors, and Pi Xiuxiu is so reckless, if he really hits an iron nail, let's see if he dares to be so complacent!
If he got hurt, wouldn't he be the one who hurt?
Wei Wuyue would feel better only if he reprimanded him quietly in his heart.

Otherwise, his mind would always be easily led astray by Mr. Pi, and there would always be some shameful images in his mind.

"Master National Teacher?"

Look, the shameless Master Pi is here again.

Master Guoshi straightened his waist, his eyes fell on the teacup in front of him, pretending to be calm: "Congratulations, Lord Pi."

Mr. Pi tilted his head, deliberately leaned his head on his shoulder, and said lazily: "Is the only congratulations from Master Guoshi to me?"

Wei Wuyue's heart felt like fireworks were exploding, and the tips of his ears turned red, just like the peaches on the table.

Pi Xiuxiu saw what she wanted to see, and decided not to tease his master for the time being, otherwise, if his red-eared shyness was seen by others, it would really be enough for him to "feel good" "Are.

After a thrilling competition, the next one will be a collision of pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Naturally, Wei Wuyue, the well-known national teacher of the Northern Xia Dynasty, fought this time, while the Yanchi Dynasty fought with He Lanci, a first-rank official who was admitted to the capital as a scribe in this dynasty.

The first competition was to compose poems on the spot, write your own calligraphy on rice paper, and the people on the spot would score the winners and losers.

When Wei Wuyue, who is as gentle as jade, and He Lanci, an official hermit, wrote at the same time, the mixed aura between the two immediately filled the entire Sheng'an Pavilion with a refreshing scholarly atmosphere.

　Huh huh, Master Guoshi lost, so I need to be coaxed by Xiuer T^T
　　
　
(End of this chapter)