Behind him are the most noble princes of the Wei royal family, as well as the most outstanding children of various aristocratic families. They are of noble status and carry the greatest aspirations of their families. They are born to be superior to others, and they all work hard to catch up.

He, but no one can surpass this humble slave like him.

Pei Yan swung the club in his hand with all his strength, not afraid of the biting cold wind that sounded in his ears. An idea quietly grew in his heart, flowing through his pulse and surging through the blood all over his body.

When he comes out, he wants to make it impossible for everyone to catch up!

We must trample all those people under our feet!

Applause resounded throughout the stadium, and he sent the ball into the opponent's goal again. Such unstoppable momentum prompted him to swing again and again, and in the face of the crowd's excited cheers, he scored the equalizer.

Ball.

Fuyan's face was already flushed with anger, and he shouted loudly: "Grab the ball! Show some color to that desperate little slave!"

"Grab the ball!"

"Look at my forehand!"

Fuyan got the ball and was about to attack with a swing, but was intercepted by an unknown person. A voice came to his ears, it was Pei Yan's.

"Go along the line!"

"Get right in front of the opponent who is hitting the ball!"

After hearing this, the man immediately seized the ball and the crowd cheered loudly: "Okay!"

A dark horse rushed forward, and he immediately understood and hit the ball in the direction. He made a beautiful pass under the neck and accurately delivered the ball to Pei Yan.

"Chase me!"

Fuyan was chasing after him, but Pei Yan was already in the lead, firmly maintaining his first position, carrying the ball and heading towards the goal at high speed. It was a good time to score!

The next moment, Fuyan slapped the horse's butt hard, and the horse suddenly rushed to Pei Yan's side and behind him. He raised his hand and put the club on his shoulder. The smile on his cheek was ruthless: "You can think of it too."

Win!"

He raised his arm fiercely and hit Pei Yan on the horse's leg with his swing: "Get off the horse!"

The horse's painful neighing sound echoed through the sky, its front hooves fell uncontrollably, and it swayed from side to side like crazy. Almost instantly, it raised its hind hooves high, and its entire body tumbled up from behind!

Pei Yan rolled forward uncontrollably. Fuying, who had been watching the game attentively, was shocked in her heart and subconsciously stood up.

"Pei Yan!"

However, the horse's front body was completely lost, and it fell close to the ground. However, due to the excessive speed, the hind hooves struggled fiercely. Pei Yan just rolled down the horse's head, and his forehead hit the ground heavily!

In the lightning flash, the agile young man rolled up and hit the goal that was just around the corner: "Go in!"

Time seemed to have stopped. Everyone held their breath and stared at the goal in stunned silence, including Fuying, whose heart was beating rapidly.

"Xu~"

Fuyan also reined in his horse and slowed down, subconsciously turning around and looking towards the goal.

I saw the rapidly rotating ball hitting the goal pole with a "pop" sound. The moment it rebounded, it successfully entered the goal!

Fuyan's smile froze on his face. He was a little surprised and a little hard to accept. The hand holding the club froze in mid-air, a little at a loss.

"The ball has crossed the goal line!" someone in the stands shouted excitedly.

A few lines of blood slowly flowed from Pei Yan's forehead, but a wanton smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The crowd cheered: "Win! The Prince's team won!"

Fuying's heart hanging tightly in mid-air dropped, and she took a deep breath, with a smile of relief and joy on her cheeks.

The next moment, the handsome young man held the club in his hand, stood up and turned to everyone, with a look of arrogance. His whole person was handsome and handsome, but also revealed his innate nobility. Looking at it, it actually made people feel

Unattainable, as low as dust.

There were constant applause and cheers on the court, and Pei Yan was surprised to find that he enjoyed the feeling here, especially in front of the little princess.

He longs for the little princess's praise, so that one day it can all belong to him.

Unlike everyone else, Fuying saw the piercing bright red on his cheeks. The blood flowed down his cheeks and to the skirt of his clothes, forming blood lines, winding and dripping, and forming a large pool of blood on the ground.

It was for himself and to win the Wuyama horse for himself that he worked so hard to win the game. His mind was inexplicably pulled. The girl's eyes moved, and she ran towards the center of the field alone, regardless of the eyes of everyone around her.

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Blood flowed down his forehead to his eyelashes. In his blood-clouded vision, Pei Yan saw the golden and noble little princess running towards him.

As the sun sets in the west, the golden afterglow shines on the dancing girl's luxurious skirt, glowing with dazzling light. The pearl hairpin with golden opalescent gemstones shakes, shakes, shakes in.

His heart was filled with excitement.

Great, she only has herself in her eyes.

Fu Yingxiao panted, looked at the blood flowing from Pei Yan's forehead with a worried expression, and asked: "Are you okay?"

The smile on the young man's cheek was extremely gentle, even more so than the sunset, and he softly replied: "It's okay."

Then, he slowly half-knelt down, respectfully, and when he raised his head, his eyes were so pious that he looked like a god kneeling on his back. He stretched out his two intertwined palms towards the godly girl who belonged to his heart.

"Huh?" Fuying was slightly puzzled and froze on the spot.

"Princess, please mount the horse, and I will lead the horse for you." The young man explained in a soft voice.

The smile on Fuying's cheeks brightened in an instant. She was so happy that she had won the game that she couldn't care about anything else. She held the reins tightly in her hands and carefully stepped on Pei Yan's hand with a small embroidered shoe.

With a little force on the palm of my hand, I sat lightly and steadily on the horse under his support.

"Sit tight." Pei Yan followed the little princess closely with his eyes, like the most loyal slave in the world, reminding her sincerely and passionately.

The smile on the girl's cheeks was purer than a flower, more delicate than a plum blossom. Her little feet, wearing pink cloud-thin hookah brocade silk shoes, swayed slightly, and a subtle and sweet bell sounded, and she said sweetly to her heart: "I'm ready."

Pei Yan looked at the little princess who had been pampered and pampered deeply, and tried his best to control his expression. Once those dark thoughts that were about to come out took root in his heart, they would become more and more prosperous and could no longer be eliminated.

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He was afraid that the little princess would find out that he had already had dark thoughts of coveting her, so he could only try his best to hide it.

He replied respectfully: "Yes."

Then, the tall and tall young man, who just now was as fierce as a hungry wolf on the field, attacking his opponent desperately, now turned into a tender moon, leading a horse with a delicate girl on it, and slowly moved forward.

Walking.
Chapter completed!