The daily life of the great devil's favorite wife

Chapter 567 Let me interrupt you

Zhuang Jiang's words were loud and powerful.

Winners and losers have been around since ancient times.The same applies wherever the strong are respected.

The hunting ground is the hunting ground, the strong sit on everything, and even if the weak lose their lives, no one cares about them.

Only the tempering of life and death can achieve and stimulate a person's potential.

This is what the so-called screening of talents should look like.

"Is it the meaning of spring hunting to hunt a few prey with fists and embroidered legs? Fairness? On the hunting ground, only the weak will pursue fairness instead of fighting."

The girl's words echoed in the ears of Xia Tu and the others.

At this moment, they couldn't find the words to refute Zhuang Jiang.

Especially Shatu.

He is a general, the number one warrior of the Nanban.All his achievements come from hard work and sweat on the battlefield.

The battlefield is never about fairness.

Where there are only winners and losers and strengths and weaknesses, fairness is a child's joke, and no one cares about it.

On the other hand, the other ministers faltered and checked and balanced each other.No one wanted to be the first to argue with Zhuang Jiang.

Because the other party's point of view is too correct.

There is no fairness in the rules, and you can only rely on yourself on the hunting ground.

To put it bluntly, being robbed can only be the law of the jungle, and you deserve to accept your fate.

Just like they want to retreat now.

"Zhuang Jiang, you speak so lightly, as if you are a strong person."

Finally, a mocking voice interrupted the dull atmosphere.

The queen smiled, pointed at Zhuang Jiang with contempt in her eyes.

"Your flamboyant fists and embroidered legs, why did you snatch the prey?"

In an instant, a door seemed to open in the hearts of Xia Tu and the others.

Because the queen told them a truth, Zhuang Jiang's words were impeccable, but they could attack Zhuang Jiang himself.

Because it was Zhuang Jiang's four attendants who were grabbing things the whole time.

Even Xia Tu was actually empty-handed because of the pressure from Mo Linyuan and others.

This is Zhuang Jiang's biggest weakness.

"That's right, little Princess, isn't it you who are talking about embroidered fists and embroidered legs?"

Xia Tu got up and stood in front of Zhuang Jiang.

He is tall and burly, like a wall, standing upright.

Compared with him, even the slightly tall Zhuang Jiang was extremely petite and slender.

This seems to be an insurmountable gap between women and men.

"You told me that the weak prey on the strong, then you robbed my prey, but can you beat me?"

Xia Tu smiled, and he approached step by step, covering Zhuang Jiang with his own shadow, bringing invisible pressure.

This seems like an insult.

Not far away, Tao Ju and Huanyin desperately dragged Qingyan back.

Right now, Qingyan bared her teeth and claws, wishing she could hit the wall with Xia Tu's head.

"Qingyan, don't worry, Yanfeng is going to find the young master, let's not act without authorization."

Tao Ju was sweating profusely, he only realized now that the strength of Qingyan is not ordinary.

It was as if it was born with strange powers.

But no matter what, the princess told me that she must be optimistic about Qingyan.

"Do you think I can't beat you?"

Zhuang Jiang stepped back half a step, and the setting sun once again fell on her body, blending with the streamer in her eyes.

What Xia Tu waited for seemed to be Zhuang Jiang's words.

So, he raised his eyes with a sneer, exuding the arrogance of a man all over his body.

"Since the princess said so, let Xia Tu come and see, your martial arts..."

"Sorry, let me interrupt you."

A clear voice came from not far away, interrupting Xia Tu's provocation in an instant.

(End of this chapter)