My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 1720 3.166 A washboard for the Prince?

Ding Yun looked at the score, and the corners of his eyes were obviously drawn.

This ... this is really a washboard!

Qiao Qiao took a washboard with him, and he must have let Prince Mo punish his knees anytime, anywhere!

Thinking of this, Dinggongzi's face showed a smile.

Deserve it, you should kneel to that stinky man!

It was a shame to run Jojo away when someone wasn't prepared! Smelly shameless ...

Qiaomu's washboard was actually a tribute to the Great Ape.

Oh no, it's one of a bunch of broken gadgets that Great Ape gave in Xuan Yuan's secret place.

Don't underestimate this washboard, they are indeed a magic weapon!

It looks like a washboard!

In fact, Qiaomu felt that the wizard had probably wanted to make this washboard into something like a ring ruler at first, but it was later widened and he couldn't change it back. The image was a bit tragic ...

Qiaomu was carrying the washboard at this moment, probably in a thunderbolt, and Huo Di rushed to the man who laughed.

He couldn't help but come to his head.

The crowd only heard a loud bang, followed by a "murmur", and the man fell to the ground with a grimace on his face.

Watching the little girl rushed over to the bullfight, followed the two washboards and smashed into his head, smashing him straight into the eyes, and fainted.

Probably his last reaction was: Where did the ferocious goods come from? He was making a joke twice jokingly!

"You have thin arms and legs." After Qiao Mu lay down, he stared at the other two men, "What? Unconvinced?"

"Huh, cough." The two men were almost choked by their own saliva, and repeatedly waved their hands to say no.

Then slipped away.

Other contestants saw this scene, and although they felt that the little girl was a little funny, everyone was secretly shocked.

After all, the little girl smashed a fifteenth grade forgeman as soon as she shot, holding something like a washboard.

This sharp approach is really a bit shocking.

Anyone in this competition area will become an opponent in the future.

Many people silently examine the comparison in their hearts, and find that if they become the big man, they may not even hide the little girl's seemingly flat head ...

"Cough, cough." Qi Xuanxuan coughed solemnly, stepped forward and took the arbor holding the washboard back, and sat down to the empty seat.

In the middle of the arena, at this time a pair of middle-aged men are fighting against each other.

Looking at one of the middle-aged men with a letter on the chest, it is estimated that this is the master.

Qiao Mu squinted his eyes and looked down at his own chest. He always felt that if he hanged a “擂” sign on his chest, I guess they could laugh at Qi Xuanxuan for a long time!

The Lord was kicked off, and hissing hard and struck the ground, but he could not bear the exhaustion of his body and fell down heavily.

A woman beside her sighed diligently, "Oh, that's a pity. He has already been in Game 10, so he can ask for a rest. Unfortunately, this tenth game is always unstoppable."

Qiaomu looked at the woman and raised her hand and pulled Qi Xuanxuan's sleeve.

see you tomorrow

(End of this chapter)