"system..."

Yingqian stared at Xishi Feier not far ahead and asked seriously:

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

The system slowly displays a question mark.

I shivered for a long time.

Then he muttered something softly.

【Maybe...a little bit?】

"Are you selling your mother's cuteness?" Yingqian sighed, his eyes a little wandering, "Why do I feel that Michael is not as simple as he seems on the surface?"

She didn't have much of a childhood.

I don’t read many fairy tales.

Snow White is the one who impressed me the most.

Even with Michael, I have a deep filter.

But not long ago, he placed a gentle kiss on the corner of Ying Qian's lips.

Touch...

Very familiar.

"Could it really be him?"

Yingqian is still thinking about it.

However, Hischfel was already impatient with waiting.

He drew his sword and pointed it at Yingqian.

Arrogantly said:

"I have learned swordsmanship for more than ten years, and I can be said to be one of the best fencing masters in the kingdom!"

"Yeah?"

Yingqian glanced at him and said sincerely: "Then you are pretty awesome."

Hirschfeld couldn't understand her.

But there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

He was immediately furious.

The tip of the sword points towards Yingqian.

growled:

"Stupid woman, you will pay the price for insulting a noble! I swear to God, I will kill you!"

"Oh."

The corners of Ying Qian's lips twitched.

He raised his eyes and looked at the stands above.

Michael and Lucia, His Majesty the King and a group of nobles were all in the stands, watching the duel.

No one believed that Yingqian would win.

She is just a weak and incompetent girl.

No matter what, he can't defeat Count Hirschfeld.

They are all waiting.

Ying Qian's throat was sealed with a sword.

Except for Michael's expressionless face.

Those nobles all had smiles on their lips.

There was mockery in his eyes.

Lucia moved closer to Michael, covered her lips with a feather fan, and said softly:

"My dear Your Highness, who do you think will win this duel?"

"Without a doubt."

Michael didn't even look at her.

He said calmly:

"It's my...young lady."

Lucia originally thought that Michael's winner would be Hirschfil.

That's why I say there is no doubt about it.

But I didn't expect it.

The answer would be Yingqian.

Michael really trusted her.

Lucia curled her lips.

There was a malicious light in his eyes, passing by.

This is a pity.

Yingqian may have to live up to this trust.

"If you kneel on the ground now, beg me for mercy, and are willing to become my slave and be driven by me..."

Hirschfeld continued to ramble on.

Yingqian was completely impatient.

A wave of his hand.

road:

"Let's get started. Stop talking so much nonsense. Let's wait until we meet God to say our last words."

Hischfer was stunned.

He originally wanted Yingqian to take action first.

Express your style.

Anyway, look at Ying Qian's fragile appearance.

He will never lose.

But I didn't expect it.

Yingqian actually gave up?

So arrogant!

How can Hirschfeld endure it?

Just raise the sword.

Spread your legs.

Aiming at Ying Qian's throat, he stabbed it.

The distance is getting closer.

Hischfel's eyes were filled with boiling murderous intent.

Close!

below this distance.

It was impossible for Yingqian to avoid it.

She may have been frightened out of her wits.

It was motionless.

"idiot!"

Hischfel couldn't help but sneer.

He originally thought about what would happen if Yingqian knelt on the ground and cried out to him for mercy.

Just out of kindness, I left her a miserable life.

Let Yingqian be a lowly and inferior slave for the rest of his life.

But she didn't know what to do.

Instead of taking the path of survival, I want to seek death.
To be continued...