Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

Fuck! How long has it been! Why hasn't Feng Qing won yet!

It's been more than half an hour, and the two are still fighting. It's hard to tell who is better.

It's not like Feng Qing. He looks light and fluffy, but he can kill the enemy in ten minutes.

Do you think that the two of them are actually testing each other?

Huh? Can it still be like this? That little girl can still test Feng Qing? You are too overwhelmed to take the tricks, right?

People around shook their heads.

Mu Qing couldn't help laughing.

The reason why it didn't end was actually because Meng Yutang was controlling the direction, because she didn't want it to end.

Feng Qing is actually a little overwhelmed now.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Meng Yutang hooked his lips and raised his hand to catch his palm.

Neither of them moved, but the ground under Feng Qing's feet suddenly cracked, and with a crisp sound, the table cracked open two meters long.

Meng Yutang withdrew his hand, Feng Qing staggered back two steps, looked at Meng Yutang, then smiled and bowed.

When Meng Yutang came to his side, she smiled, before saying anything, Feng Qing said in a low voice: Thank you Lingshen for your advice.

Meng Yutang turned to look at him.

After a long time, he smiled: You're welcome.

She raised her hand slightly, and wrote Feng Qing's name there.

Hei Ying, who came belatedly, only saw Meng Yutang when he stood on the stage.

I want to challenge—

He was wearing half of the mask, and he had already stretched out his hand, but the moment he saw Meng Yutang, he was completely stunned.

My mind went blank.

Ten thousand grass mud horses pass by in my heart.

Fuck!

Meng Yutang raised his eyes to look at him, raised his hand and took off the hat on his head, exposing his white and tender face to the air.

Before Black Eagle could back down, Meng Yutang had already stood up and walked over.

Challenge me, let's start.

Black Hawk: ...

Damn, I didn't say anything!

But it was too late, Meng Yutang had already attacked.

He dodged it with embarrassment.

He was flustered and didn't know that he could meet Meng Yutang here.

But five strokes were defeated.

Kneeling on one knee, with his hands on the ground, his whole face was pale when he looked up.

Meng Yutang bent over and flicked his mask with his hand.

Tsk tsk tsk, Xiaobai, your disguise is not good enough.

Xiaobai cried with a mournful face: Dad, I was wrong!

His father is the only one who can tell at a glance that his disguise is still like this.

Meng Yutang looked at him: What? You came to my place to make trouble.

Bai Yang got up immediately, staggering.

No! Dad, listen to my explanation! I don't have me! I really don't!

Meng Yutang ignored him, turned around and went back to sit in his seat.

Bai Yang immediately followed, standing beside her seat like a dog's leg.

Dad, are you tired? I didn't hit you just now, but you must be tired after playing so many games. I'll rub it for you.

He raised his hand to pinch Meng Yutang's shoulder.

There was an uproar around.

...

What's the situation?

Black Hawk is ranked fifty!

No one dared to challenge Meng Yutang in the subsequent assessment.

After these few games, everyone has an understanding of her situation and strength.

But when the last match was about to be announced, Huo Yu'an suddenly stood up.

Wait, I want to challenge someone.

Everyone was startled.

? ? ?

Meng Yutang raised his eyes.

Huo Yuan looked at her and smiled.

bring it on.

Meng Yutang couldn't help smiling, stood up and walked over.

Aren't you afraid of losing face?

Before the end, of course both must fall off the horse (smirk)