My lord is a demon again

Chapter 559 A Competition Between Men

Back then when she opened a ring to recruit relatives, it was because she underestimated him and got caught in his tricks that she was forced to marry into the Luo Palace.

This Hua Mubai seems to be able to bear it today.

Hua Mubai called him daddy himself, and when he heard the audience laughing, he suddenly realized, his face turned pale for a while.

But he still maintained his politeness on his lips, saying: "Brother's talent for fooling is so high, Hua really feels inferior to himself, but fooling others is low-level, not a real skill, since brother said that Hua is not qualified to enter In Zhuangyuanfang, then Xiongtai must also have some advantages, and he is even better than Hua, otherwise, Xiongtai will really make trouble for no reason, and he will have trouble with Hua."

"How old are you? Is it worth it for me to have trouble with you? I'm just angry, thinking that I'm a vast country full of talents, so why would I pay attention to those few words of yours?"

What Hua Mubai wanted was to provoke Sikong Luo's words, and he immediately cupped his hands and said, "Okay, brother is really brave enough, then please show your hand and show the big guy a vision, how about it?"

"This..." Sikong Luo suddenly fell silent for a moment.

As soon as those participants heard that Sikong Luolu was going to do it, they all swallowed their anger and dared not speak.

Everyone is not an idiot. No one can match Hua Mubai's superb writing style. Although they attack him in words, in fact, they have to admit that his ability is much greater than theirs.

Sikong Luo suddenly put his hands on his hips and said: "Look at you, what are you doing with your heads down? I really don't have the slightest confidence. Is his bird calligraphy very good? Look at me, I will serve you with pen and ink!"

"Painting and ink?" Xin'er said: "Emperor... Mr. Huang, the ink has been used up by the playboy, look..."

Sikong Luo looked at the empty wooden basin, and sure enough, it had bottomed out, there was no ink at all.

"Wait, I'll buy it!" A participant hated Hua Mubai very much, so he volunteered to help buy ink. Although he knew that the chance of winning was not high, there was hope anyway.

Sikong Luo waved his hand and said: "No need, there is no ink, there will always be paste, right?"

"Paste?" The onlookers were stunned for a moment. Although they didn't know what he was going to use the paste for, they quickly brought over a pot of paste that was used to paste things in Zhuangyuanfang.

"Okay, everyone, watch carefully, today I will never let an outsider show off my power on the ground of my great martial arts!"

After finishing speaking, Sikong Luo suddenly picked up the black mop just now, swiped it and pierced into the paste.

"What? Write with paste?"

Everyone was frightened by Sikong Luo's actions, only Zhao Yun was an exception.

Because she knew that he never fought an uncertain battle, and almost everything he did would be done after careful consideration.

So she doesn't have to worry about him making a fool of himself this time, he will definitely have his reasons.

After Sikong Luo waited for the mop to be covered with paste, he exerted force with his hand, and the mop popped out of the paste pot with a bang.

"I'll brush~!" Shouting, Sikong Luo quickly scanned the wall dozens of times with the broom in his hand.

Zhaoyun was dumbfounded and dizzy when he saw it. He thought he had some clever trick, but it turned out that he was just trying to make trouble, because he actually took a mop stained with paste and scribbled on the Huamubai font indiscriminately. go.

(End of this chapter)