at this moment. Behind the bead curtain, the woman in green opened her mouth reluctantly.

Originally, when the two invited to fight, the woman in white had asked the woman in green to stop her. However, the girl was obviously still upset with Han Sanqian because of Han Sanqian's refusal to play the piano, and she was reluctant to speak out.

Until the eyes of the woman in white were angry, and the life and death certificates were all taken out. Only then did she speak hastily.

"The tour of the flower boat is just a cultural entertainment for everyone to participate in the Fang family's wedding. It's nothing more than a meeting of poetry and poetry, there is no need to use swords and guns."

I heard the Su family's advice. Mr. Yuan was not in a hurry to answer. Instead, he looked at Han Sanqian and said with a smile: "Now that a woman has rescued you, I can't force you. It's up to you to choose whether to beat or pretend to be a grandson. The life and death contract you signed I can treat it as if I didn't receive it."

Although it seemed that he was really listening to the Su family, in fact, no one could tell that he was just using the general to provoke Han Sanqian.

If you agree. Isn't this a soft rice man who relies on women to help?

Don't say that Han Sanqian doesn't take these people seriously at all, even if Han Sanqian is inferior to them, with Han Sanqian's personality, would he be willing?

"I'll give you the same words." Han Sanqian smiled slightly.

"Okay, brat. You're fucking good." Mr. Yuan gave a big praise, then echoed to the woman in the bead curtain, and said, "Miss Su, you heard that too. This Mr. is determined to have a quarrel with you." Let's learn from each other."

Inside the bead curtain. The woman in green rolled her eyes speechlessly, looking at the woman in white in anticipation. People are asking for death, the kind that can't be stopped.

The woman in white sighed helplessly and stopped talking.

Seeing that no one was talking in the bead curtain, Mr. Yuan smiled complacently. With his wisdom, there really was no problem he couldn't solve.

At the moment, raise the pen in your hand, and quickly write the words of life and death on the life and death form.

However, while everyone was not paying attention, he specifically added a few more words after the sentence that those who admit defeat can stop the game by kneeling down and calling grandpa.

But the victor can still kill the loser.

The purpose of doing so is self-evident.

After writing this sentence, he smiled grimly.

However, how did he know that what he did had already been seen by Han Sanqian.

Leaving aside the status of life and death, he slowly walked into the center of the main hall, and Han Sanqian at the other end silently got up...

Seeing this, the pangolin quickly took a few peanuts and put them in front of him. Then, he poured a glass of good wine and got ready to watch a good show.

Over there, a group of young masters and buddies all returned to their seats. Everyone was chatting and laughing, as if they were discussing how miserable Han Sanqian would be if he stayed for a while.

Inside the bead curtain, the woman in white was faintly worried, but the woman in green was quite indifferent.

Among all the young masters, she was the most optimistic about Mr. Yuan's literary ability and Wu Wu's second.

As the two settled down, the things around the hall were quickly removed, and the two sides suddenly became empty.

Mr. Yuan's clothes had a long hem tied around his waist. The fan was also pinned to the chest. At this time, the servant handed over two long swords.

The blade is green. At first glance, it is extraordinary.

Glancing at Han Sanqian, he chuckled disdainfully, and then said coldly, "Don't say I'm bullying you. This is a steel sword made of cold iron. It's extremely sharp. I give you a hand."

After speaking, he took out the sword with both hands, threw it with his left hand, and threw it to Han Sanqian.

Han Sanqian took it gently, and then threw the sword lightly: "I said, I don't use weapons." JrNovels.com