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"Young Master Xian! Why aren't you getting down?! "

Just as Mo Da was explaining with good intentions, the voice of Ink Flame rang out! The posture of standing with his hands on his hips was very proud!

Compared to the high spirits of Ink Yan, Young Master Xian was like a defeated rooster, hanging his head dejectedly.

According to the agreement, he should kneel down and apologize to Ink Yan! I still have to invite her to the residence to do some work!

But! Even Young Master Xian knew from his toes that when he arrived on the scene, the thousands of onlookers would make him laugh out of his coffin tomorrow! His father, Murong Nan, would rather have him as his son in the market than to create a scandal outside!

Young Master Xian didn't give up. He stood up, and looked like he was about to step down. However, he walked slowly, his gaze never leaving Morda.

If there was anyone present who could stop him from making a fool of himself, it would be Morda.

But today, Morda had hit the jackpot. A fierce look flashed across his face when he saw Young Master Xian dilly-dallying. The only remaining pair of eyes stared at the unwilling man as they spoke.

"Young master Xian, we Sirians look down on two types of people the most. The first was a coward on the battlefield. Anyone who surrendered would be killed. Second, a person whose words didn't count. As long as they are found, they will be killed without exception! "

"Your father and I have some friendship now. You can't do such a stupid thing at such a critical time! "

This … this was something even Molda was helping out with 49?!

Young Master Xian trembled! He completely felt the pain of being sawed.

He was afraid, of course, that Morda would kill him on the spot for being unreasonable. But at the same time, he was also afraid that his father would take revenge!

What should I do...

For the first time, his heart was filled with despair and helplessness.

It had been a long time since Ink Yan had waited for Young Master Xian to arrive! She cast a few impatient glances at the stands. There was no sign of Young Master Xian. It seemed like this man had accepted his loss and was on his way here. However, he was still somewhat unwilling, so he deliberately delayed for time.

At the same time, because of Young Master Xian's "delay". The nobles who were originally waiting to see a good show began to feel dissatisfied. A variety of fruit skins scattered flowers falling down.

At the other end of the stands, two ladies took the opportunity to fan themselves and put on a fake POSE.

"Aiya, what are you doing? Young Master Xian still hasn't come down? Are you afraid of running through the back door? "

"Hehe." Another lady laughed and put on a fake POSE, sarcastically saying, "Why did you ask me that? "Obviously, last night, the two of you returned the favor and swore an oath …"

"Don't spout nonsense!" The woman who was being teased immediately covered the former's mouth! His face was filled with rage!

"You clearly know that Mu Rong Xian is a shameless man who likes to sleep with women! If I can't do it, I'll make things difficult for my husband! [Isn't there nothing I can do?] Or do you want to help your husband get promoted? "

Pui! Pah pah!

The former noblewoman nearly coughed out a mouthful of blood! He was just about to swear an oath to the heavens and earth.

"This old lady will be her husband's wife in this life, and her death will be her husband's ghost! Accompany Young Master Xian? That is something that will never happen in the next life! " However, when she was talking passionately, she suddenly rolled her eyes and locked onto Ink Yan who was still standing in the middle of the field. She licked her lips and mumbled.

"If I don't make this 49, won't I be more attractive than Prince Xian?"

Another two minutes passed.

Ink Yan and the Three-legged wolf were standing in the center of the beast fighting arena, risking their deafness as they continued to shout at the top of their lungs. The lady's gaze towards Ink Yan became even hotter, her gaze was filled with admiration towards the hero, but it was mostly filled with warmth.

Following that, the stone door of the Beast Battling Arena was pulled open again. A servant boy in green clothes, who was standing on the dust, quickly ran towards Mo Yan. He respectfully opened the package he was carrying and handed it to her.

"Respected 49, sir, this is something bestowed to you by the nobles on the field!"

Ink Yan looked down and almost lost her eyesight for the thing in her bag!

Pearls, agate, crystal! All the jewels that they wanted were thrown in a bundle! He was as vulgar as a peddler! The silver was already pretty good, and only the gold was barely able to keep its hands steady in its bundle. However, none of these were the most important.

When Ink Yan opened the next layer of jewelry with today's developed thoughts, what she saw were a few mandarins playing in the water. The only difference was probably the color difference. Even if Ink Yan was a genuine woman, she was still scared out of her wits by Bighead's girls!

"Whose item is this? Is it in the wrong place?"

The servant saw that Ink Yan had flipped to the crux so quickly, so he quietly leaned forward and pointed at the big red mandarin duck.

"This is a little gift from Madam Qiao." She asked you to meet her at the Sound Pavilion tonight. " After saying that, he opened his undergarment. Inside was a stack of banknotes, each worth no less than 1000 taels of silver. There was a stack, but there were at least 20 of them.

In total, it was twenty thousand silver taels. Would he use it to meet a man in the middle of the night when he was sneakily going to the theatre?

WC, if I say that there's no woman in love, I won't believe it even if I'm beaten to death!

Ink Yan directly said no!

The attendant was not disappointed. He opened up another yellow mandarin duck. There were no banknotes inside, only a golden key. The style was quite novel.

"Mr. 49, this is a present from Mrs. Hua. Lakeside villa set. As long as you're willing to accept it, you'll definitely get to eat spicy food in the future. "

Shui Yan continued to shake her head!

It's said that men get worse if they have money! Now it seems that women are the same! Fascinating to seize the heart of the old and the new has never been the real way.

Speaking of which, Mo Yan rejected the invitation of two noble ladies in a row. The servant was starting to lose his composure, muttering how could this person be so noble, and then opening the third mandarin duck water.

He saw a pair of pure white NEI pants hidden inside the light purple fabric. From the center of his NEI pants came a thick blood aura. Focusing, it turned out to be red plums.

A bolt of lightning, with a million volts of electricity, rumbled down on her head!

This time, there was no need for the servant to explain. Even Ink Yan herself knew the meaning of this!

The mandarin ducks and ducks that followed were no longer willing to watch. They raised their legs to kick the manservant into a rolling gourd, throwing him back along with the package!

"Scram!"

"Whether or not you want to create a work of art is something that you don't want to sell yourself to!"

"Get those women to take their stinking money and get lost! Otherwise, if you meet me halfway in the future, don't blame me for turning hostile when using violence! "

At that time, the servant was extremely depressed!

Didn't the noble woman ask for the price to buy all the Beastmen who won the competition in the colosseum? As a lowly man, he entered this place without much thought, and publicly insulted the "messenger."

"49, you can't be like this. Even if you wash off your slave's body and become a commoner, you will still be embarrassed by these nobles and become a slave again! You have to find a master after all! Why not choose now? "

Hearing the servant's' advice ', her face was full of frost, and she walked towards him heavily, first saying, "What did you say?" Then, while the other side was too scared to speak, he roared out a question to the audience.

"Honored noblemen, I am someone who is about to be pardoned by General Molda of the Heavenly Wolf Nation. Which one of you would dare to beat me back into being a slave afterwards?!"