Chapter 6 Collision (Eight Downs)

"Okay,." The audience outside the venue cheered in unison, giving cheers and applause to the winner without any stinginess.

For them, the Nadam Conference is nothing new, and wrestling competitions are commonplace. However, wrestling, which is as exciting as the one just ended, is rarely seen once in decades. What's more, the two contestants who participated in the competition are well-known on the grassland. One is the wrestling king who has been retiring for many years, and the other is the limelight of the Yunlong. After returning, you don't have to tell the detailed process of the competition. Just reporting the names of the two people can make those who missed the opportunity regret it and beat their chests and stamp their feet.

Zhao Tianlong felt very accomplished when he was able to overthrow the stupid wrestling king Zhuo Ligetu to the ground. He first stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pull the stupid wrestling king up, and then bowed to the audience who were cheering him, "Thank you for supporting everyone. In the game just now, I was playing for Brother Zhang, and I should count the victory..."

"Old Long is mighty."

"Congratulations to Master Long." "Mr. Long is amazing."

The second half of his sentence was completely submerged in cheers, and the audience was not interested in paying attention to so many twists and turns. After the Yunlong won, he was the hero in everyone's mind. No one could replace him and was not qualified to replace him. As for whether the competition between the little prince Baiyin and the little black fat man continued, that was their affairs, and everyone was no longer interested in it.

"This game was thrown for Brother Zhang, I..." Ruyunlong was anxious and quickly opened his throat to explain. He came to participate in the Nadam Conference this time to be entrusted by Red Beard. The main purpose was to attack Bai Yin and prevent this person from taking advantage of the opportunity to marry the Yete Right Banner of Wuqi, but it was not his own efforts to defeat the heroes and become Siqin's best candidate husband. Once the goal is confused, the trouble will be great. Not only will it cause turmoil in the upper class of Yete Right Banner of Wuqi, but it will be difficult to give the other party an explanation when he sees the Red Beard again.

Just as they were so anxious that a sudden sound of horse hooves came from not far away from the field. Then, a slightly crying female voice tore through cheers and directly entered everyone's ears, "Arseleng, is it you? It's really you, it's really you. I knew you would definitely come back and would definitely come."

"Prince Siqin." The audience around the stadium stopped cheering and rubbed their eyes hard. They could hardly believe everything they saw. Siqin, who was always high above and ignored all the suitors, rushed to the stadium without regard for his reserve, as if he would take a step a little slower and the people on the field would fly away.

"Arseleng, Arseleng, you are not allowed to leave, I am not allowed to leave." Siqin screamed while galloping on her horse, and tears rolled down her face like a broken thread, but she didn't bother to reach out to wipe it, allowing it to wet its clothes and the neck of the mount.

"I, I..." As if someone punched his heart, the lone guest Zhao Tianlong stared blankly as Siqin rode a white horse to approach him, unable to say a complete word or make any unnecessary movements. Seeing this, the audience outside the field could not understand what was going on, and they gave up a passage to leave enough space for Siqin and her mount.

No one wants to be an obstacle for Siqin, and no one wants to make any interference sounds. The ancient legends on the grassland record countless similar scenes. When the princess needs it most, the hero who grew up with his childhood sweetheart suddenly appeared, defeating the toads who dream of eating swan meat, and flew to the other side of the happiness with the princess. All of those toads were rich and powerful, crazy, just like the little prince Bai Yin who was stunned on the other side of the venue.

"I know you will come, I believe you will." Flying down from the mount, Siqin hiked through the crowd, tears flowing in her eyes, but her clean face was filled with happiness.

"I,." Zhao Tianlong's expression was still mumu. He wanted to explain to Siqin that he was entrusted by Red Beard. When the words came to his mouth, they turned into another sentence, "I'm afraid that someone would force you to do something you don't like, so I came."

As soon as he said that, he felt lighter all over his body, and the whole world in front of him instantly became extremely bright. After walking a few steps forward, he entered the passage that people deliberately left, his legs trembled a little, but he never hesitated, "I won't leave, if you don't let me go, I won't leave."

When the first step was taken, the pace of the future was unhindered. In a blink of an eye, the figures of the two overlapped together, hugging each other tightly in thousands of blessings and envious eyes.

"Oh." The people of all races who were watching shouted loudly and danced, and then they agreed with the perfect love in their minds. The beautiful and kind princess did not choose a prince who was of equal status with her, but chose a horse-wrapping Wrangler who was born in a humble but willing to make progress. This world is full of hope and warmth. In contrast, all the stories of other princesses and princes appear cold and pale.

"Kiss her, kiss him." The young talents such as Urian Haberd also followed everyone and started cheering loudly. They felt a little sad, but they were far from reaching the point of hatred because of jealousy. After all, that was Princess Siqin's own choice, after all, she chose the Luyunlong.

"I, I'm a little thirsty. Let's go first to find some water to drink. We'll leave first. You will continue to compete, then, then fall, and fall." I was so embarrassed that I was coaxed by everyone. Zhao Tianlong held Siqin's slender waist and begged for mercy in a low voice to everyone.

"It's all like this, why are we going to be more powerful?" Everyone refused to let go, surrounded him and asked with a smile, "If someone beats you, how should Siqin choose?"

"Siqin, ask you, if we win the Luyunlong, who will you choose?"

"Sqin, don't hide, where did you run away with the courage just now?"

The answers to all questions are obvious, but no one will tell them. All the courage of the person involved, Siqin, was exhausted at the moment when he rushed to the field. He shrank his head on Zhao Tianlong's shoulder and refused to respond. Zhao Tianlong was eager to protect the flower, and he had to bite the bullet and talk again, "You can compete first, the final winner can challenge me. Whoever falls me, I will lose to him a good horse, Zhao Ye Lion, the first-class BMW foal."

"Bah, who cares about your night-long lion?" The young men took off their siege while cheering, allowing Zhao Tianlong to take Siqin away. The eyes of the two were filled with sincere blessings.

There were only a few pairs of eyes. When looking at the lovers who were hugging each other, they did not accept any kindness. The little prince Baiyin was one of the masters of the eyes. He looked at it with a blue face for a moment. He took a step forward and quickly chased after him, "Zuyunlong, stop, the Japanese are trying to get you around. You can't bring trouble to Siqin's right, ah..."

He was too anxious to chase him and didn't look at the road carefully. If he accidentally hit someone else's chest, he held the second half of his sentence back to his stomach. After he got up from the ground, Jiyunlong and Siqin had already jumped onto the horse's back, floating away like a pair of peacocks flying with wings.

"Damn it, why are you blocking my way?" Bai Yin couldn't catch up with Zhao Tianlong and Siqin, and vented all his evil fire on the stupid wrestling Wang Zhuo Ligetu who collided with him. "Even a younger generation can't fall, it's not embarrassing. He's so embarrassed to stand here to watch the fun."

"Wrestling, of course, there are wins and losses. How can I guarantee that I can beat him?" The stupid wrestling king Zhuo Ligetu still looked confused. Looking at Bai Yin who was furious, he responded in a low voice, "You can't afford to lose, little prince, actually they are good. Even if I win today, the result will probably be the same."
Chapter completed!