Before the woman could speak, she saw Mo Qingcheng laughing and straight to the point

"Beauty, I'm here to grab the ring..."

The woman's eyes exposed outside the veil were obviously stunned, and then she said very gently

"Please prepare for it..."

When Mo Qingcheng saw the beauty so gentle, he took two steps forward and scared the woman to turn white and said softly

"Young Master stands in place and speaks..." When the people in the audience heard this, they immediately laughed. Feeling, the ring has not started fighting, but the people who snatch the ring can no longer wait. Not only did the beauty say that she was abrupt, she still looked unaware of it. Nowadays, there are really not many people who are so straightforward...

Mo Qingcheng has long been accustomed to this feeling, and he doesn't care about the sneering of others, so he thinks he speaks gracefully.

"I don't know what a beauty wants to compare..." These words seem nothing, but only in the ears of elegant people, but they are frivolous and teasing...

The woman blushed and thought to herself, why did such a disciple come up...

But he still has the spirit of a lady from a noble family. He swept away the four stunning women who had been on the ring before and said softly

"This rule has been posted on the list. As long as the young master recites a poem, he must be able to teach the bright red to cry. Playing the piano can overshadow the willow ser and make him willing to admit defeat. He paints a picture and teaches the painting to surrender. If he does not regret it, if he can convince Xier, this arena will be considered to be defeated..." The beautiful woman's voice was as beautiful as a yellow oriole, and at this moment he could only hear Mo Qingcheng enjoying herself...

But while everyone gasped, they poked their heads and said something stupid

"Where is Xi'er?"

The stunning woman's smoke-wearing eyebrows moved slightly, still whispering in a soft voice

"Xi'er is right in front of the young master..."

Everyone looked like a ghost, and even Mo Qinghan looked speechless. Although he was the prince of Meng, Luo Xier was famous, beautiful and talented, and was known to everyone in the world. This man, who knew nothing about him, even if he hadn't thought about the confusion in his eyes, he almost doubted whether this man did it on purpose...

But Mo Qingcheng listened to the perfect woman's words, and immediately opened his mouth and said without any hesitation.

"Beauty is a beauty, even her name is so ecstatic..." As soon as these words came out, Luo Xier's face suddenly turned blue under her veil, and her eyes were still about to drip with delicate water. The jade hand under her sleeves was creaking.
Chapter completed!