"Why, he's dead?!" Standing on the edge of the high platform, Mo Li looked down at Qin Yukun's body under the stage, gently tutted his lips and shook his head, "It seems that I think too highly of the Qin family, the young master of the generation.
It's so careless. If I had known, I would have beaten him a little lighter! Xiaoxue, give this servant some money and ask him to prepare a good coffin for Young Master Qin!"
"Master Qingfeng, don't bother!" Lin Niu'er loudly took over the conversation in the audience, "We Ming people always keep our word. Last time we said we would give him a coffin, but today we have already prepared it. Young Master Qin
He was so loyal and didn’t waste any of our thoughts!”
As soon as he finished speaking, several people actually pushed a coffin out of the crowd and brought it to Qin Yukun's side. They didn't care whether the servant was happy or not, and just pulled Qin Yukun's body as if it were a sack.
Get up, throw it into the coffin, and close the lid.
The Ming Dynasty spectators on the side were all shouting and hooting. I don’t know who was imitating Qin Yukun’s tone when he was mocking Ming Dynasty on the stage that day, “Young Master Qin Ke, that’s all!”
Hearing this, the audience burst into laughter.
These are the people of the Ming Dynasty. Even the most ordinary people still have a bit of the pride of the Ming Dynasty in their hearts.
With a thousand-year foundation and a prosperous Ming Dynasty, how can we allow others to insult us?!
"In the first round, Qingfeng versus Qin Yukun, Master Qingfeng wins!"
The chief ringmaster announced loudly, with a bit of joy in his tone. He was also a wise man, so naturally he also had a grudge against Qin Yukun's ridicule that day.
The audience suddenly burst into thunderous applause and cheers.
Mo Li's battle can be said to have saved Daming's face, and the people of Daming in the audience naturally felt a little closer to her.
"Master Qingfeng, please go off stage and rest first!" The ringmaster politely asked Mo Li to step down, "The second round begins!"
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Yuelai Inn.
Xiliu carefully brought a cup of strong tea to Wang Shang Zhuoyang, "Have a cup of tea and wake up!"
Taking the tea cup, Zhuo Yang drank the tea in one gulp.
"Ahem!" Xiliu coughed lightly, "At this time, I'm afraid the final election has already begun, should we leave quickly?!"
Zhuoyang put down the tea cup in his hand and stood up. His face was as dull and lifeless as ever. Although the mask was exquisite and could make expressions, it could not reveal his mood or pale complexion.
Only his eyes, which were bloodshot and obviously haggard and tired, revealed his absent-mindedness.
"Xiliu, do you believe in reincarnation in this world?!"
Xiliu trotted to the door and respectfully opened the door for him, "I don't know if there is reincarnation, but I believe that everything in the world follows cause and effect. We demons have suffered for so many years. Your Majesty, please break it."
The barrier is reborn after death, this is God's will!"
"God's will?!" Zhuo Yang stopped, "What is God's will?!"
Xiliu helped him straighten his somewhat loose robes, "I naturally don't know what God's will is, but since Your Majesty has come back from the dead, it means that you must do something great!"
Although she didn't know why the king was so decadent, Xiliu could see his emotions, and this sentence was naturally an encouragement.
The competition is so dangerous. If you can't deal with it with all your concentration, I'm afraid there will be great danger waiting for the king.
He is a member of the Demon Clan. He has been working hard for the Demon Clan to return to the Eastern Continent and not suffer from the ice and snow for so many years. Seeing the opportunity coming, he naturally refused to give up.