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Yin Chengyue let out a deep sigh, helplessness written all over his face.

This time, she directly laid on the ground without any concealment. It was just that she was very direct and did not intend to cover up her lying on the ground at all.

She just wanted to lose openly!

However, the viscount refused to let her lie on the ground. He used his hands to support her back and helped her straighten her body …

As a result, it became a stalemate. Yin Xianyue wanted to lie down, but the viscount picked her up and repeated the same thing.

This should have been a wonderful close-combat match, but now it was forcefully turned into a game of fornication.

"Gu …!"

Yin Yanyue almost blurted out the 'Uncle Gu' in her mouth. Luckily, she suddenly realized that she couldn't reveal her identity as a viscount under such circumstances.

Therefore, he could only gnash his teeth and change his words, "Please! Let me lose! "

With that, she used all her strength to lie down on the ground.

Just when she thought that this battle was finally coming to an end, the viscount once again pulled her out of the air.

"It's still endless, isn't it!"

Yin Yanyue was really impatient, she immediately punched him in the head, "Do you believe that I will have the entire secret service team rush up to you and pin you to the ground? Do you think this competition is for fun? "

All the agents present had already expressed their dissatisfaction with this move. They could tell that Yin Xianyue was no match for him, but he was holding her in place, not allowing her to lose, and he continued to eat her tofu.

Yin Yanyue took the opportunity and wrapped her arms around the young noble's waist, turning to the referee and shouted, "I forfeit!"

The young nobleman could only smile helplessly, and slowly let her go.

He only wanted to play with her. Even if she didn't give up, he would still let her "lose safe and sound" in the end.

He had to be first in the game so he could have a good reason to stay at the Secret Service base.

The referee announced, still in an emotionless tone, "The winner, my lord."

Although Yin Yeyue had given up, she did not let go of him. Instead, she intimately hugged his waist, and smiled to herself while facing all the other agents participating in the competition, "He is my fiance."

The young noble was stunned, he did not expect Yin Yanyue to suddenly acknowledge their relationship on the stage.

Yin Yanyue continued, "Please don't show any mercy. If you can beat him to the ground, don't let him just stand there."

As she spoke, her gaze stopped at the seven figures standing below the stage for a few seconds.

Amongst these agents, Number Seven was definitely one of the best, and only he could contend with the young noble.

As if he had received her signal, he nodded to her on the inside.

A helpless smile appeared on the face of the young noble, she was really vicious, she wanted to murder her husband.

Yin Yanyue didn't say anything else and released her hand. She walked down the stage and returned to her original position.

"What did you do?"

She suddenly turned her attention to Fang Mo, and turned her head to face Fang Mo's expressionless face.

The first day he met Fang Mo, he was not in a very good mood. With just a guess, he knew that Fang Mo's identity was not simple at all.

Fang Mo looked at her but didn't reply.

Yin Yanyue's face sank.

What was wrong with this man?

Although he was silent, at least he knew what cultivation and manners were. He had to at least answer questions from others, and even if he didn't know, he had to at least answer them. If he didn't want to answer, he had to say nonsense.

He didn't say a word. He just looked at you with a cold expression.

It was already the seventh ring.

Meanwhile, the young noble returned to his seat beside Yin Yanyue and sat down. Due to his facial features, he did not show any expression.

Even if they didn't meet in the third round, they would definitely meet in the last round. After all, only one would be able to win.

Yin Yanyue ignored him and turned to Fang Mo, "Help me get a glass of juice."

This time, Fang Mo moved his mouth. "My leg hurts."

Leg pain?

Just now, he had been walking as fast as if he was flying. Thus, he wasn't able to see where the pain was coming from.

Yin Yanyue sighed deeply and stood up from her seat.

Well, he wouldn't take it, so she would.

After Yin Chengyue had left, Fang Mo's gaze suddenly turned to the young noble, "Is this his fiancé?"

The expression in the eyes of the young lord suddenly turned cold.

He didn't think that Fang Mo would call out the three words, "Gong Chenyue".

Fang Mo's expression did not change, but his eyes were filled with deep meaning.

He looked at Young Master Gong for a few seconds, then suddenly shouted out his name, "Young Master Gong."

The expression on the face of the young noble immediately darkened, before he could open his mouth, he heard Yin Chengyue's voice from behind him.

"Why are you …"

Yin Yanyue, who was holding a glass of juice behind her, heard him say, "Viscount Gong". She was so shocked that she stopped in her tracks.

Fang Mo recognized her from the first time he saw her, and now he recognized her as the young lord of the palace.

Who was he?

Fang Mo turned to look at her but said nothing.

Yin Chengyue let out a silent sigh, drank the juice in her hand and sat down at the same place as before.

She finally understood that Fang Mo was someone who completely disregarded etiquette and worldly wisdom. He only said what she wanted to say, and only heard what she wanted to hear.

"Uncle Gu."

Since Fang Mo already knew about the young noble's identity, Yin Yanyue couldn't be bothered to hide it anymore. She turned to look at the young lord, "It's your turn to go up on stage."

Just as she finished her sentence, she heard the referee speaking, "My lord, please go onstage."

This was the third round, a total of four people, including the Viscount and the Seventh, but right now, the opponent of the Palace Lord was not the Seventh.

The young nobleman frowned as he looked at Fang Mo, before stepping up onto the stage.

Yin Xiaoyue gazed at the back of the young noble, then turned to look at Fang Mo, "Who the hell are you?"

She had a guess that Fang Mo was a member of the Gong Family.

However, in her impression, there was no Fang Xin from the Zhonggong Family. Moreover, the first time she saw Fang Mo, he was covered in blood and she could not recognize his appearance.

Now, he had washed his face clean. He had a full head of hair, and his skin was neither black nor white. He had a single eyelid, and his lips were neither thick nor thin.

In her impression of him, she had never met anyone like Fang Mo.

Fang Mo once again ignored her question, continuing to say, "Young Master Gong is not suitable for you."

Yin Yanyue rolled her eyes in silence, she didn't want to waste time with him.

He only said what he wanted to say, and only heard what he wanted to hear. There was no way for him to take back what he wanted to say at all.

During the time that Yin Chengyue had been talking with Fang Mo, the viscount had already finished his round and returned to his original position.

Seeing that he wasn't injured at all, his face didn't turn red nor did he gasp for breath, as if he had just walked around the stage.

"What would you like for dinner?"

The young noble sat down by her side as if nothing had happened, completely disregarding the match in front of her.

Yin Yanyue was also helpless. She felt that there were two weirdos sitting beside her.