Cute pet turtle concubine: The fox king, please climb away

Chapter 100 The Competition 1
Wu Xiaonuan was probably very angry for a while, but the person who couldn't eat enough became even more angry. Suddenly, she slapped the table in front of Nalan Wushuang, and sawdust flew everywhere.

"Let me tell you, in this world, there are laws of kings. If you bully others, I can sue you for killing people!"

Killing human life, this is really a new term for him Nalan Wushuang.

In this world, no one knows that Prince Wu Shuang has always been very aggressive, never caring about people's life or death, harm?The word was never in his consciousness.

The attendant beside him drew his sword and wanted to go forward, but was stopped by Nalan Wushuang. He raised his eyebrows and smiled like a tiger with a hint of teasing on his lips.

"My son has plenty of money."

He couldn't help but glance at the man kneeling on the ground.

"Not to mention that her husband's death is only destiny, even if it is because of me, how can you bet that I will be condemned?"

The corners of his lips curled up, and the meaning of the smile was unclear.

"You have to remember, I have plenty of money."

Depend on!
Wu Xiaonuan said, this is not telling her clearly.

"My son will go through the back door and use money to communicate?"

Two words flashed through Wu Xiaonuan's mind.

"Human scum".

Suddenly, Wu Xiaonuan said.

"What kind of hero is punished with money! If you have the ability, do you dare to compete with me!"

Nalan Wushuang glanced at Wu Xiaonuan and suddenly smiled.

"Your provocation, I have recorded it."

He took a few steps forward, stared into her eyes and said: "Although I have never disdained such things, your courage is commendable."

"You can choose the topic, as long as you win this young master, this young master promises you to apologize to this girl and save the people on this floor from spending in this restaurant."

Wu Xiaonuan was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"it is good!"

"Let's try throwing pots."

The winner is determined by three moves, and whoever makes the most moves within three moves wins.

Wu Xiaonuan is confident that she is agile. Thinking about it, it shouldn't be a big problem for throwing pots. It shouldn't be difficult to win a mortal within three moves.

"Girl please."

Nalan Wushuang smiled nonchalantly, only drinking the high-quality Longjing tea, with a wanton and coquettish posture.

"it is good."

Holding the sword handle, the mouth of the jade pot in the distance is not big. Within three meters, it takes a certain skill to throw it in. Wu Xiaonuan squinted her left eye, stared at the jade pot with her right eye, and put the sword in her hand Weighed it and made sure there was no problem, so he threw the sword forward with all his strength.

When the sword hit, Wu Xiaonuan was very satisfied, rolled up his sleeves, and smiled happily.

"My son, it's your turn."

Wu Xiaonuan made a gesture of invitation, and Nalan Wushuang's lips curled into a smile. Seeing Wu Xiaonuan's confident and slow smile, he picked up a sword with his fingers, and sat on the chair without moving, while His chair is estimated to be about five meters away from the jade pot room.But he didn't show any emotion on his face, he simply threw it away.

The sound of the jade pot colliding with the sword sounded in his ears, and Wu Xiaonuan was still surprised. He didn't expect the man to be so powerful, and from such a distance, he could hit it with one blow.

However, she, Wu Xiaonuan, was never subdued.

She stepped forward, pushed her to Nalan Wushuang's position, and said with a smile, "I don't want you to give way to me just because I am a woman, five meters is not considered a long distance.

Wu Xiaonuan had already started slapping her swollen face to pretend to be fat.

Hearing what the woman said, Nalan Wushuang couldn't help but smile a little more, and said with a smile.

"Actually, my son is just too lazy to take a few steps."

Wu Xiaonuan: "..."

The second round began. This time, Wu Xiaonuan aimed for a while, about half a cup of tea, and then threw the sword out. The moment the hilt was out of his hand, a clear voice came from his ear, Wu Xiaonuan Did not exhale.

(End of this chapter)