1745: A Complete Beating...

A Complete Beating...

"You've never thought of this reason?"2

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?

Didn't he see that the little lady wasn't 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 audience's eyes.

Third Young Sir Fang considered himself to be refined and unrestrained, yet the little lady didn't even look him in the eyes.

It was really that to Qiao Mu, this person didn't have any striking qualities at all.

He was the type that Miss Qiao wouldn't remember even if she saw him twice…

Certainly, Third Young Sir Fang's looks were not that mediocre, but Miss Qiao was the type who didn't 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 didn't 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.

"Little Miss, plea…"

However, before Third Young Sir Fang could finish saying the word "please," 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 Fang's chest.

This time, before Third Young Sir Fang could finish saying "Good move," he had already gotten hit by this water spirit palm. He flew out while flipping a somersault in the air!

Everyone: "…"

Qiao Mu quickly bolted forward and proceeded to whack the third young sir's skull with her petite iron fist.

"Whack. Whack, whack!"

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.

"Get off!" Qiao Mu scolded and kicked the third young sir's waist from behind.

The 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 weren't still touching the floor, he would've 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?

"Get off!!" Qiao Mu once again kicked the third young sir's waist from behind.

"Don-Don't kick…" A man's 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 you'll be able to find a husband by acting like a brute?

Third 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 wasn't that strong at that.

The yellow stallion jumped with Third Young Sir Fang on its back.

"Cough, cough, cough." Third Young Sir Fang coughed while on the stallion's back.

When he looked down, he saw petite footprints printed all over the front and back of his white robes…

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