Chapter 1745 - A Complete Beating…
My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!
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âYouâve never thought of this reason?â
Besides, why was he acting like a pretentious prick when he had just gotten on stage? Who did he think he was showing off to?
Didnât he see that the little lady wasnât even sparing him a glance?
He was hovering in mid-air like a bird and floated down slowly. When he landed, Third Young Sir Fang even whipped open his folding fan and struck several attractive poses.
The little lady responded with a roll of her eyes.
This made it quite comical in the audienceâs eyes.
Third Young Sir Fang considered himself to be refined and unrestrained, yet the little lady didnât even look him in the eyes.
It was really that to Qiao Mu, this person didnât have any striking qualities at all.
He was the type that Miss Qiao wouldnât remember even if she saw him twice
Certainly, Third Young Sir Fangâs looks were not that mediocre, but Miss Qiao was the type who didnât even get charmed by someone as handsome as Duan Yue. It was needless to say for this Third Fang in front of her.
She had no idea why he was trying so hard to show off.
His flying didnât look all that great, and his poses made him look like an imbecile!
Even though Qi Xuanxuan and company were sitting far away, they had excellent eyesight.
Hence, they could extract what the little lady was thinking from her expression and gaze.
They also thought that it was really funny. This Third Young Sir Fang had probably gone on stage for comedic effect.
âLittle Miss, pleaâ¦â
However, before Third Young Sir Fang could finish saying the word âplease,â the little lady abruptly closed in on him with a flash.
She had crossed ten feet in the blink of an eye.
Without room for objection, the little lady struck a palm formed from water spirit at Third Young Sir Fangâs chest.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
This time, before Third Young Sir Fang could finish saying âGood move,â he had already gotten hit by this water spirit palm. He flew out while flipping a somersault in the air!
Everyone: ââ¦â
Qiao Mu quickly bolted forward and proceeded to whack the third young sirâs skull with her petite iron fist.
âWhack. Whack, whack!â
The third young sir felt like his head was getting pummeled with a small hammer. These three consecutive hits made his head spin, and then he crashed to the floor.
âGet off!â Qiao Mu scolded and kicked the third young sirâs waist from behind.
âThe third young sir screamed in agony as he charged toward the edge of the stage. He was dangling dangerously on the railing, with half of his body suspended. If his feet werenât still touching the floor, he wouldâve plummeted down just now!
Everyone was once again:
Why were they at a loss for words!
Was it really okay for the little lady to be so savage?
âGet off!!â Qiao Mu once again kicked the third young sirâs waist from behind.
âDon-Donât kickâ¦â A manâs back!
F*ck, it was evident that this d*mn lass was an obtuse one.
Which budding young girl was not engrossed in thoughts of love whenever they saw a dashing young sir appear before them elegantly?
Not only did she not blush, she even pummeled him with her fists from the very start.
Would anyone marry you like this?
Are you sure youâll be able to find a husband by acting like a brute?
âThird Young Sir Fang quickly summoned his mystic beast before he could vomit blood. It was a robust yellow stallion with tiger stripes.
Even though it looked somewhat peculiar, it was speedy. However, if talking about attack power.
It wasnât that strong at that.
The yellow stallion jumped with Third Young Sir Fang on its back.
âCough, cough, cough.â Third Young Sir Fang coughed while on the stallionâs back.
When he looked down, he saw petite footprints printed all over the front and back of his white robes.