573. Chapter 573 The Puppet Emperor of Western Chu 3
Back in the tent, Mo Lan finally couldn't control himself and laughed loudly. When he sat down on the chair, he accidentally pulled the wound on his front body and gasped.
Instructor Lin’s face was expressionless and his eyes were dull.
"Don't let me, the prince, see your expression as if your parents are dead! All good moods are gone. It's really unlucky!"
Mo Lan vented his anger on him, then knocked on the table and told him viciously: "Before dawn, you lurk by the stream, and before their people draw water, pour the medicine into the stream for me! I hear that.
No?"
"Yes, Prince."
"Hahahaha! I didn't expect that my father would come here to greet me in person. Instead of blaming me, he even said that I am still young and encouraged me to come back to compete next time! I have to take credit for you this time. This delaying tactic turned out to be a mistake.
My father successfully met with the Queen Mother, it’s just the right time!”
"Thank you for the compliment, Prince."
"Hmm..." Mo Lan seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly threatened in a serious tone: "Keep your mouth tight. From my father's side, this idea will be regarded as coming from me and must not be leaked out! Otherwise..."
"Yes, the common people understand." Teacher Lin bowed respectfully.
"Go down! I, the prince, want to have a good drink to celebrate the death of that bitch!"
When Teacher Lin exited the tent, he silently raised his eyebrows sideways and curled his lips, looking extremely cold.
"You are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust!"
It was not bright yet the next day, but some people had already gotten up early and were waiting by the stream.
With sleepy eyes, Qiao Yu filled up the water with two wooden buckets, then stood up and turned back.
Instructor Lin, who was hiding in the distance, slowly revealed half of his face in profile. In the palm of his hand, the bulging bag of medicine was thrown back and disappeared without a trace.
Instructor Lin's cold eyes were full of murderous intent, and he walked towards Mo Lan's tent to return to his life.
In fact, he didn't drug him. He couldn't do such a crazy thing. Of course, he wouldn't be the scapegoat for that scumbag in vain!
We’ll see!
Today is the day of the rematch, and all representatives of the top ten forces are present. This is the largest number of participants in any previous competition, and the scene is very grand.
When Bai Ye finished breakfast and walked out of the tent, he found that the surrounding area was already covered with flags representing the Four Kingdoms and Zhulu City.
After everyone gathered together, they rushed to the competition arena. Every five steps they took, several guards would appear. At a glance, they saw a dark regiment standing there, with extremely tight security.
It wasn't until the drum beat loudly, warning everyone that there was still a quarter of an hour before the competition, that Bai Ye and the others sped up their pace slightly.
The originally empty pure land was now filled with rows of people, which showed how little Bai Ye's team took it seriously.
There are more than twenty luxurious seats on the newly built three-step high platform, two of which are covered with bright yellow silk embroidery.
As soon as Bai Ye and the others stood still, an ugly face in front of them slowly turned around, first waved his paw at Fu Sheng, and then looked at Bai Ye.
"Hua Nanxi, would you like to make friends with the girl?"
Fortunately, Di Yun was not here, otherwise there would have been another big chaos.
A member of the Hua family?
Bai Ye didn't squint his eyes and had no intention of paying attention to him. He only looked at him with his peripheral vision.
Having unfathomable strength was her evaluation of him.
Suddenly, someone gently tugged on his sleeve. Bai Ye lowered his head and saw a sullen expression on Xiao Zhengtai's face.
"Sister, the ugly man with the flat nose is the homeless uncle!"