The arrogant beast-riding goddess

Chapter 587 [Second Prince's Wonderful Wedding] (3)

At this time, Bai Xin sighed a long way, then waved her hand feebly.

Those little eunuchs and maids immediately retreated as if they had been pardoned.

However, there are also some people who are a little more loyal, and they feel that it is not safe to keep such a few thugs here alone with His Majesty the Emperor...

But before they put forward their opinions, they were so frightened by Le Bing's threatening eyes that they didn't dare to show up again.

Le Bing laughed presumptuously, extremely proud.

Bai Xin squinted her eyes at him and said, "You are Le Bing, right? I remember you, we met last time!"

Le Bing just smiled faintly. Obviously, in his opinion, being remembered by an emperor doesn't seem to be such a big deal.

Obviously, Yi Lebing's temperament is a normal thing.

"Yes, Fatty, I am Le Bing, Your Majesty, your dog legs, take them out and have a look, Fatty, I have to find him to calculate the wounds on my face... ..."

Le Bing's disrespectful words directly made the emperor's complexion quite ugly, like a street girl who has been used up and not paid, and has been scolded with harsh words.

Just when the emperor was too embarrassed to let himself go, an extremely angry voice rang out from all the people here.

"Presumptuous, haven't you suffered enough, you fat man? Do you want me to make a few more holes in your body!"

Following this roaring sound, Wang Hong's unique fiery red figure rushed out, and the flames all over his body were flying furiously.

But the fat man's spirit had already been trained to be extremely strong, so he would not be afraid of him, he stared back viciously with his red eyes.

"Come on, come on, come and make a few more holes for me, the tortoise will not come..." Le Bing's expression on the face of the hob made the angry Wang Hong even more angry , on a fiery red face, a scar like a centipede was revealed from the corner of the eyebrow to the chin.

Such a scar is more terrifying than Le Bing's scar, like a long strip of centipede lying on his face.

It is precisely such a scar that makes Wang Hong's life a living existence these days.

He has found no less than ten master alchemists to expel the poison in his body and remove the scars on his face.

However, none of them managed to succeed at all. Half of the ten alchemist masters had their heads crushed by the angry Wang Hong.

As the saying goes, when enemies meet, they are jealous. Wang Hong and Le Bing looked at each other, wishing to tear their opponents in two.

"Okay, Wang Hong back down!" Bai Xin's extremely weak voice sounded in the hall.

Wang Hong gritted her teeth, and finally retreated in humiliation.

Le Bing laughed at the past without hesitation: "Grandson, you have no guts..."

"Enough! Le Bing, my patience is limited!" Before Wang Hong got angry, Bai Xin slapped the table fiercely, and the wood-carving table was instantly turned into a piece of wood slag, which made Xu Muzhou incomparable What a pity.

Although Le Bing was not very satisfied, he put away his complacent face and sat down quietly, but the sitting posture was not very elegant.

After the hall became quiet, Bai Xin just let out a heavy sigh.

(End of this chapter)