039 Do what you say
[69 Book Bar - www.] Nangong Liufeng had a hint of apology in his eyes and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
At this time, the drums sounded again, and it was time to play.
"Nangong Liufeng, listen carefully. If you dare to deliberately make mistakes for me again and make me lose the game, my aunt, I will definitely castrate you before I take off my clothes and stroll around the academy. I will do what I say." Leng Wu
He looked over with cold eyes as cold as a pond, and his voice was cold and cold, warning coldly.
After hearing this, the three men present all showed surprise in their eyes. Nangong Liufeng's eyes even showed a hint of fear. He believed that the words spoken by the woman with terrifying eyes in front of him could definitely be achieved.
"Did you hear that?" Leng Wuxin asked impatiently.
"I heard it, I heard it." Nangong Liufeng nodded hurriedly.
There was a gentle breeze, and several people sat on their horses and returned to the polo field.
This time on the field, Leng Wuxin adjusted the team members, making Feng Xiye the forward and Nangong Liufeng the defender.
The gong sounded and Nangong Liufeng served. He waved the stick vigorously and made a perfect long shot. The polo jumped directly to Beiming Lingyun's position.
The tall Beiming Lingyun swung the club with just the right amount of force, and the polo was accurately sent to Feng Xiye's position.
Feng Xiye, who was sitting on a horse, wore a black polo uniform and looked even thinner and frailer, as if he could be easily blown away by a gust of wind, which was worrying. The club in his hand was swinging, seemingly with a slight movement.
The swing was actually very powerful, sending the polo to Leng Wuxin's position in the midfield without missing a beat.
She held the bat in her right hand, but made a sideline attack gesture with her left hand and passed the ball out.
Then, she clamped her legs together and controlled the horse to run fast on the polo field with a heroic appearance. She made another gesture. Feng Xiye, Beiming Lingyun and Nangong Liufeng all looked at her gestures.
With close and effective cooperation, the black team was unstoppable. The red team led by Sima Yiqing never even got a chance to steal the ball.
After several twists and turns, the polo ball was passed to the direction of Leng Wuxin. She was on the sideline with a high-spirited look in her eyes, a powerful swing, and a beautiful long shot. At a very tricky angle, the polo ball broke into the goal.
The black team finally gets a point.
Next, under the leadership of Leng Wuxin and effective attacks based on her ever-changing gestures, the four of them cooperated well and were almost invincible. They were invincible and scored another point beautifully.
The score at this time was two to two.
"Leng Wuxin, you are lucky, the black team chased two points in a row. However, the incense is about to burn out, this time our red team will serve, the initiative is in our hands, just wait and take off your clothes and walk around the academy.
"Sima Yiqing rode his horse to Leng Wuxin's side, pointed to the outside of the fence and said in an arrogant tone, "By the way, there are also paintings with whiskers and crawling under the table to imitate cats. You see, I have already asked people outside the fence.
A table set and pen and ink.”
"I remember that the initiative for the last goal seemed to belong to your red team, but it was our black team that scored the last goal. Did I remember it wrong, or were you too old to see it?" Leng Wuxin smiled brightly, which made people angry.
The way of retribution.
Sima Yiqing was so angry that her face was as black as the bottom of a pot, her eyes were as thick as frost, she gritted her teeth and stared at Leng Wuxin hatefully, wishing to tear her sharp mouth apart.
At this time, the sound of gongs echoed over the polo field again.
Both sides took their positions and tried to score a goal in the last remaining time.
The guard beside Emperor Lan swung the ball and made a perfect shot, passing the polo to Sima Yiqing, who had been waiting at the center line.
Hook, pass to the right, pass back, pass and shoot again... After several rounds of passing, the polo finally landed where Sima Hong was. At this moment, he was closest to the goal. As long as the goal was shot, the unintentional black team would
Lost this game.
Chapter completed!