The Playful Queen: The Evil King's Favorite

Chapter 177 Betting!jump rope
Seeing Mo Ao's expression, Pei Xuan was also very anxious, hurried over, took Beiming Shaoxiao's arm, shook her head and said, "Xiaoxiao, don't be rude!"

Bei Ming smiled and didn't speak, it was to give Pei Xuan a face and not to make noise with Mo Ao.

But just because she doesn't move doesn't mean Mo Ao can't move.

He raised his eyebrows and raised his sword to stab him.

With a big belly, Pei Xuan stood in front of Beiming Shaoxiao, frowned Liu Yemei, and said, "Father, calm down first."

"Get out of the way." Mo Ao scolded.

Mo Yan was in a hurry, got up quickly, held Pei Xuan in his arms, turned to Miaofeng and said, "Miaofeng, please help Madam go back."

Miaofeng glanced at Beiming Shaoxiao, and seeing her nodding, she walked over and supported Pei Xuan: "Second Madam, let's go with my subordinates!"

Pei Xuan replied worriedly: "Husband, but Xiaoxiao..."

"I'm here!" Mo Yan patted the back of her hand reassuringly.

"Second aunt is pregnant, go back and rest quickly! My business is fine." Bei Ming said with a smile.

She also didn't want a pregnant woman to go wrong because of her business.

"Okay then! Husband, you must protect Xiaoxiao." Otherwise, she would have no face to see her third brother.

"En." Mo Yan nodded in response.

Only then did Pei Xuan let Miaofeng help her down.

Mo Ao's nostrils let out such a rough breath, it doesn't seem like he will give up easily.

Suddenly, Beiming Shaoxiao said in a calm tone: "Please go back to rest, uncle! Here, I will solve it myself."

As soon as these words came out, not to mention Mo Yan, she was worried, even Mo Ao felt that Beiming Shaoxiao was seeking his own death.

"No!" Mo Meng refused, turned to Mo Ao and said, "Father, don't do this, if you didn't send someone to kill Xiaoxiao first, would you be in this situation?"

"Slap!" A slap was resounding, causing turmoil in the room.

"Bastard!" Mo Ao angrily yelled at Mo Meng.

This slap stunned Mo Meng, and everyone was dumbfounded.

Beiming Shaoxiao looked at Mo Ao in disbelief, thinking about the scene just now.

"Father!" Mo Yan yelled angrily, and then protected Mo Meng behind him.

"Are you always so self-righteous, disregarding other people's opinions and morality? At first you insisted on expelling the third brother from the family, but now that the eldest brother points out your fault, you want to beat him?"

"You!" Mo Ao raised his palm, but paused again.

"What? I was wrong too? Hit!" Mo Yan said angrily.

"It's the other way around, all of you are following this shameless outsider to fight against the old man? Okay, okay, okay!" Mo Ao's expression changed endlessly in anger, and finally the long sword slashed over.

Bei Ming was startled with a small smile, and stretched out his hand to push Mo Yan who was standing in front of him away.

In the extreme speed, he quickly took out a hard object in his arms and blocked it: "Touch!"

"My flute?" Beiming Shaoxiao finally realized that what he took out was the red soul sent by Murong Jinxian.

Mo Ao's strength is extremely strong, Bei Ming Shaoxiao has no internal strength, and his hands tremble a little when he blocks it. I wonder if this flute will break!

"Bang!" Murong Jinxian waved his palm, shaking the sword in Mo Ao's hand, and Mo Ao retreated several steps.

Beiming Shaoxiao touched the flute distressedly, only to realize that there was nothing wrong with it, he felt relieved instantly, and put the flute away.

Everyone was also shocked, all eyes were on Murong Jinxian, and he became the focus.

"Who the hell are you?" Mo Ao looked embarrassed, looking at Murong Jinxian with sharp eyes.

"The Royal King of Xihuang." Murong Jinxian replied coldly.

"What?" Everyone was surprised.

Mo Meng hurriedly asked Beiming Shaoxiao, "Xiaoxiao, why are you walking with Xihuang Yuwang?"

"Isn't it normal for the prince to play with the prince?" Bei Ming smiled casually.

For this reason, people didn't come because they just rolled their eyes and were speechless.

"Heisha, Xuanyi takes everyone out." Beiming Shaoxiao turned his head and ordered.

"Smile..." Everyone was shocked.

"Please!" Xuan Yi and Hei Sha stretched out their hands to ask for instructions.

Mo Yan glanced at Murong Jinxian beside Beiming Shaoxiao, felt relieved for some reason, and left the front hall with everyone.

Once the person left, Mo Ao had no scruples.

"Come here." Mo Ao yelled loudly, and the guards outside the door surrounded him with knives.

"Shao Beiming, you'd better get out by yourself! This saves the old man from asking someone to do it." Mo Ao said for the last time.

Beiming Shaoxiao frowned, his red lips parted slightly: "Are you sure you want to use force to solve the problem? Can't we just sit down and have a good talk?"

"How can this old man have something to talk to you, so you don't plan to go out by yourself?" Mo Ao's eagle-like eyes froze, and he looked at Bei Ming with a murderous look and smiled.

"Well, I really don't plan to go out." Bei Ming smiled and nodded.

"To the old man..."

"Wait." Bei Ming shouted with a smile.

"Changed your mind? Get lost!" Mo Ao sneered.

"No, let's make a bet, how about it?" Bei Mingshao smiled with a foolish smile in his eyes.

"Hmph!" Mo Ao said with disdain and sarcasm in his eyes, "Why did the old man bet with you?"

Beiming Shaoxiao was not in a hurry for his attitude, he smiled jokingly, and said, "Because, if you win, I will give you three kowtows and get out of Mofu, or you can kill me, if you lose Now, the king not only wants to stay, you also have to eat and drink to serve the king, how about it? Dare you take a gamble."

Murong Jinxian's amber eyes looked at Beiming Shaoxiao without focus, he just looked at her quietly, he knew that this little girl would never fight an uncertain battle.

Mo Ao's eagle-like eyes stared fixedly at Beiming Shaoxiao, as if he wanted to see through her, but it was her cynical smile, he really couldn't see through what kind of medicine she was selling in her gourd.

"Okay, the old man bet with you, tell me! What are you betting on?" Mo Ao calmed down his murderous aura.

"Refreshing!" Beiming Shaoxiao smiled evilly with red lips, a sly light flashed across his eyes, he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers: "Knock!"

"Let's bet... skipping rope."

Haha, how could I bet on anything else with you?If you don't have martial arts now, isn't that courting death!
"What do you mean?" Mo Ao didn't understand what she meant by 'jumping rope'.

"Hei Sha, bring the rope." Bei Ming shouted outside with a smile.

Heisha had seen Beiming Shaoxiao jumping rope in the Devil's Cult before, she understood it immediately, turned around and went to the thunder chariot to get the binding man's rope, cut off a piece of just the right length with her sword, and gave it to Beiming Shaoxiao Sent it over.

"Your Highness."

"Well, thank you." Beiming Shaoxiao took the rope brought by Hei Sha.

"What is this?" Mo Ao realized later that he must have been tricked.

"Look at it." Beiming Shaoxiao showed him a demonstration and jumped a few times.

"This is rope skipping. If you jump faster than me, then you win."

Haha, you are an old bone, even if you have martial arts, it is useless!This rope skipping is an ordinary fitness exercise. Compared with your sister, you are still young!
This strange action made Mo Ao's face darken, and he snorted coldly: "Hmph! What is this? Are you deliberately playing tricks on this old man?"

"Just now you were talking about gambling yourself, what? Don't tell me you are an old marshal, don't you count your words? You are not afraid of jokes when you spread it."

Mo Ao clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said, "Beiming, please don't laugh! You are cruel."

(End of this chapter)