The Anarchic Consort

He guaranteed the mission would be accomplished! Little Seventh Prince nodded his head fiercely.

However, how in the world did the Hei family’s young master offend Third Brother.

Previously, didn’t Third Brother even said that he was a talent?

Yet now, sending him to fight against him.

How odd. Little Seventh Prince scratched his head, pulled himself up the back of the chair in puzzlement, then returned to his former position, looking absolutely domineering!

Wei Wei glanced back to look at the guy. “Is there some enmity between you and Hei Ze?”

“How’s that possible?” Baili Jia Jue brushed away the dust on his sleeves that wasn’t there at all, an appearance of indifferent and harmlessness. “I was merely giving Seventh Prince some encouragement, that’s all. Children need encouragement!”

Nangong Lie, who’s listening by the side, looked up, he personally watched a certain Highness grow up with the little demon.

There was no such thing as the word ‘encouragement’ in a certain Highness’ coaching vocabulary.

Based on his understanding of Ah Jue, those words he just spoke could be translated to mean: Little Seven, go cripple him for me!

Nangong Lie stroked his smooth chin and started to look back, did he miss something just now…suddenly, his eyes shined, understanding dawned on him as his gaze fell on Wei Wei’s body, the corners of his mouth curved up wickedly.

So that’s it.

Ah Jue must’ve also felt it.

Things are becoming more and more interesting….

However, it’s too bad, but people from the Superior Compound didn’t give Seventh Prince a chance to go onstage at all.

The second match in armaments was represented by Murong Chang Feng and could be considered as a complete victory.

Everyone watching the match couldn’t help but sigh as they said. “He’s worthy to be Master Tu Lao’s official disciple. Lord Murong’s strength in armament’s simply too frightening. How much time has it been, yet he’s already completely defeated the opponent. Deserved to be called the genius among geniuses.”

Hearing the comments from below, Master Bai stroked his shining white beard, laughed ‘hehe’, as he glanced at Tu Lao. “It’s still this disciple of yours who’s got potential, truly bringing honor to our Superior Compound.”

“Mm.” In response to other people’s gasps of admiration, Tu Lao didn’t feel very elated. If the one involved wasn’t his disciple, he would’ve already asked Master Bai to take back his words. After all, this kind of speed, compared to what he’s seen at Phoenix Tower, simply wasn’t very impressive at all.

However, sigh, he’d practically ransacked every possible place, yet still haven’t found that girl.

Where in the world could she be now.

Tu Lao almost suspected that she might not be a citizen of Dragon War Empire.

That’s why he’s always waited, waited until the Divine Continent’s grand martial qi competition held at the capitol.

When the time came, if that girl still didn’t appear, then he could only abandon the search.

Tu Lao looked down, his eyes held regret that nobody knew about.

Yuan Ming watched this scene from the Celestial Boundary Space and demonically laughed. “Girl, your speed should be at least three times faster than his, right?”

Wei Wei didn’t respond. The smiling expression on her lips already explained everything.

“He previously looked down on you, thought you’re a good-for-nothing and trampled on you, regardless of any affection.” While he’s saying this, Yuan Ming smiled evilly. “Wonder after he perceives your true talent in armaments, what kind of expression he’ll reveal.”

Having heard that Wei Wei’s eyes moved to Murong Chang Feng’s body, the corners of her mouth curved. The matter of beating up this scumbag’s face, was something she’s been committed to.

Nangong Lie glanced at her, then pu on a smile that’s not a smile as he spoke to Baili Jia Jue. “It seems that our captain hasn’t forgotten the lord that she’s pursued for so long. That kind of expression doesn’t resemble her usual one.”

Baili Jia Jue didn’t move, even his eyelids didn’t blink.

Nangong Lie frowned, could he have guessed incorrectly? Ah Jue really doesn’t care who’s in Miss Helian’s eyes?

He didn’t know at all that right while he’s having doubts.

Baili Jia Jue raised his head to observe Wei Wei’s gaze. His pupils so deep their bottom couldn’t be seen, overflowing with chill, the sharp jawline that’s deadly charming, the apathetic pride…

Yet nobody could deny that in this round of the competition, Murong Chang Feng indeed won beautifully, almost the model of a high leveled confrontation, allowing the Superior Compound to dominate the Good Compound.

According to the rules of two out of three, little Seventh Prince then didn’t need to go onstage, which made him very conflicted as the looked to the figure at a not distant place, then at the weights clasps that’s been removed and solemnly made a decision!

He gathered a tiger’s strength then faced the Fine Compound’s competitors and ran over, set himself in front of Hei Ze who’s comforting the members of his team, and spoke camly. “Pick a time for our duel.”

This…they’ve just won, yet still looking for a fight?

Little Seven, are you sure you’re not pouring salt on other people’s wound?

Tusu Feng felt a headache coming on as his hand supported his forehead, and was just about to laugh in spite of himself, when someone handed him the result of the competition between the Inferior and Good Compounds and even leaned over to say something into his ear.

This time, Tusu Feng genuinely laughed and couldn’t help also expressing a little something else…

On the other side, Hei Ze was momentarily stunned by Seventh Prince’s murderous aura and started thinking back to find where he’s offended the little guy. He thought about it for awhile but still found nothing, so could only reply. “I refuse.”

He was refused? What to do! Could he really not escape his fate of bunny dancing with naked butt this time?

Little Seventh Prince looked very depressed, not even eating his meat bun, sat again at his original seat to think of a plan.

In the end, he pitter-patter ran in face Baili Jia Jue, a face of seriousness. “Young Master Hei Ze’s reserved for you.”

That’s right, right now, he’s betting on how much Third Brother hates that Young Master Hei.

If the degree was ordinary, he’d always left it to others.

If, however, the extent of his hatred was very deep, Third Brother should prefer to do it himself.

“Huh?” Baili Jia Jue faced him with raised eyebrows. That ‘huh’ totally hinted at something. The last part of the sound seemed to emit a trace of chill. “That’s fine, too. Then let me properly entertain Young Master Hei on behalf of Seventh Prince.”

Nangong Lie:…

From the start, weren’t you the one who wanted to beat somebody up!

Using Seventh Prince as an excuse, could you me anymore shameless!

Wei Wei watched the older and younger interact, felt that it’s utterly interesting. “Did you guys know each other before?”

Seventh Prince’s cute back stiffened and didn’t say anything.

Baili Jia Jue calmly glanced backwards and used the same excuse he used with Huan Ming Xuan. “We’re fated to meet a few times. I was actually surprised that Seventh Prince unexpectedly still remembers me.”

“Remember, um hm.” Seven Prince responded ambiguously, using the beef jerky to rub his teeth, afraid that telling lies would make his teeth crooked.

Wei Wei’s still baffled and was going to ask something else.

But near them, those students from the Fine Compound coldly laughed. “Can’t even beat the Good Compound’s people, and still want to win our captain. Why don’t you check your reflection in your puddle of pee and take a good look at what you’re worth.”