Princess Against the World

Yan Feiyun was sure of victory, so how could he forget it?

He sneered immediately, grabbed her arm, and walked towards Liao Feng and Dingmiao.

"Sister, if you had to choose one to be your husband between these two men, which one would you choose?"

Dingmiao lowered his head and took two steps back calmly.

Liao Feng moved slightly on his tiptoes, stepped forward nervously, and looked at her with extremely complicated eyes.

"Brother, what are you talking about?" Yan Ziyue was shocked and quickly threw away his arm: "I don't want to get married, why should I choose between them?"

"Miss Twilight Yue, this is just a game!" Jin Lin chuckled, stood beside her, and pointed at Ding Miao and Liao Feng with his fingertips: "These two men are pretty good-looking. If there is a fight between them, If you were to choose a husband, which one would you choose?"

"I……"

"This is not real, it's just a game...so you can choose boldly without any taboos!"

"I……"

Yan Ziyue's breathing became heavy and she stood there at a loss.

Dingmiao lowered his head in silence and avoided her sight, while Liao Feng looked at her motionlessly with burning eyes.

"Brother, Jin...why should I choose a husband between them? I...I won't marry..."

"Sister, didn't I tell you? This is just a game, just a game..."

Yan Feiyun grabbed Yan Ziyue's arm and whispered hard.

"Don't you want to know some things from the past? If you choose, I will tell you..."

Yan Ziyue's pupils shrank suddenly: "Brother..."

"choose one!"

Yan Feiyun pushed her forward and smiled evilly.

"It's just a game, sister, you can choose any one, any one will do..."

"..."

Just pick one?

Yan Ziyue's eyes wandered over Dingmiao and Liao Feng, her silver teeth biting her lip.

Liao Feng's eyes flashed, and he quietly puffed up his chest, nervously clenching his hands into fists, and subconsciously swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva in his throat.

"Sister?" Yan Feiyun came closer to Yan Ziyue, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "Just choose whichever one you like, no need to be restrained, and no need to take into account his identity and background..."

"Young Master Yan is right. For this kind of thing, you have to... follow your heart!" Ling Luoyu said with a side glance and a smile like a flower: "Use your heart, look carefully, feel carefully, and feel if there is... a different feeling. !”

His golden scales sunk his eyes, looking at her thoughtfully——

These words seem to mean something!

But what's the point?

Also, why did she dare to make that bet that Yan Ziyue would choose Liao Feng?

If she wasn't completely sure, how could she dare——

wrong! !

Jin Lin suddenly realized something was wrong: "Miss Ling, do you know something?"

He quickly stepped forward and stood in front of Liao Feng, grabbing his chin with his right hand and lifting it up.

"Who are you?"

Liao Feng looked at him calmly: "Liao Feng!"

"Liao Feng?"

Jin Lin's pupils shrank and she suddenly pinched the Yao ring on his wrist.

"Click!"

The Yao ring is broken.

Yan Feiyun's expression changed drastically: "You... are not a slave!"

Liao Feng was unmoved: "Don't you two know whether he is a slave or not?"

He curled his lips coldly, he was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Having seen so many fights in the gladiatorial arena, don't you know whether they are slaves or whether they have Yao rings?"

As long as you are brought into the Yao Huan, even if you can finally break out of the siege and survive, you will definitely be scarred.

And what about him?

Unscathed! !