Mo Qianxue hurriedly pulled at her clothes in panic. Feeling irritated, she exerted force on her hands and suddenly pushed Mo Qianyu out hard!
Bang!
The unprepared Mo Qianyu hit the steps, and immediately there was a scar on his head, with blood flowing faintly.
Mo Qianyu was stunned.
The whole square was also quiet.
Everyone watched the scene just like a fantasy drama.
Isn't that right? Mo Qianxue, who couldn't even bear to trample an ant to death, was so ruthless?
Mo Qianxue also realized that she had used too much force just now, so she quickly pulled up her clothes and went to help Mo Qianyu up.
"Qianyu, are you okay? It's my fault. You didn't stand firm just now, and I was also very upset..."
Mo Qianyu shook her head anxiously. She knew that Mo Qianxue was not easy to mess with and usually did not dare to offend her, so at this moment she only dared to cry quietly in a low voice.
"Sister, you must save me!"
With this incident, Mo Qianxue begged even harder, knelt straight down, first prayed sadly, and then looked at Long Qianyu with affectionate eyes, weak and pitiful.
"Your Highness, you know that Qian Yu has always been impulsive, and the result of this competition is unfair to Qian Yu..."
Long Qianyu looked at her indifferently, his eyes as cold as ever, as if they would never waver.
Mo Qianxue's heart sank, and she gritted her teeth secretly. She had tried hard for three years, but she still hadn't moved him?
Long Qianyu, how can you be so cold-blooded?
"Your Highness, for the sake of what happened three years ago, please help Qian Yu." Mo Qianxue clenched her hands tightly into fists and said through gritted teeth.
Long Qianyu's eyes flashed slightly, as if something touched her mind. The sword she blocked for herself three years ago, and the three days and three nights of guarding her without sleep, almost cost her her life. …
She has always been kind and rarely mentioned this matter in front of him in the past. Now she begs him for her sister, which shows that she is at the end of her rope and has no choice.
"Your Majesty, may I have mercy on you?" He turned to Jiaro and bowed his head slightly.
Jia Ruo glanced at Hua Xi and saw that her expression seemed to be smiling but not smiling, so she asked, "What do you think, Miss Mo San?"
Why did you come to ask her suddenly?
Throwing a hot potato at her all at once, what an insidious guy!
"Eldest sister, don't worry, how could I let the second sister get hurt? I'll just admit defeat." Hua Xi said calmly.
"Yes! You were the one who lost. How could His Highness lose?" Mo Qianyu suddenly became energetic and shouted, "You are such a waste! Why did you let me destroy the spiritual source for you? Fortunately, you are sensible. Give me justice!"
idiot!
A hurt expression suddenly appeared on Hua Xi's face, tears welled up in her eyelashes, and her overly stunning little face was suddenly filled with grievances and tolerance.
She also turned to Jia Ruo and said quietly: "His Royal Highness was just joking just now. How could he lose with his talent? I should have been the loser. Please have mercy, Your Majesty!"
"Oh? So the prince was joking just now?" Jia Ruo asked coldly, his displeasure was very obvious.
Long Qianyu took a deep look at Hua Xi, and there was a hurt expression on her sideways face, like a bird that was unwilling to have its wings broken.
During the battle just now, her strength, skills, and intelligence were all real...
He never jokes.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince feels sorry for Sister Qianxue, please don't embarrass him."
