The First Dude: Dark Emperor, Come To Fight!

Fei Xu and the other dandies were stunned for a moment. Is Ning Xi serious?

"If you can't bear it, you can leave. I will never stop you." Ning Xi said with a meaningful smile, turned around and left the place.

Looking at Ning Xi's leaving figure, someone whispered, "We really want to leave. Isn't leaving without money or a car looking for death?"

There is no way for people in this wilderness to take a bus back, and they might encounter bandits. They are afraid that they will starve to death or be killed before they reach Kyoto.

"Brother Fei, what should we do?" one person asked Fei Xu.

Feixu smiled bitterly and spread his hands, "Cold salad!"

He has always been a smart person, and he was also very high-spirited when he was young. However, the popularity of his two older brothers gradually undermined his self-confidence, and he gradually gave up his studies and turned to having fun.

Now he can see that Ning Xi will definitely deal with these dandies along the way, and he will also train them in the name of their elders.

"Will the young prince really not give us food?" Some people suspected that Ning Xi was scaring them.

Feixu shook his head: "I think she is serious."

Sure enough, half an hour later, the smell of barbecue came from not far away, but this time there were no soldiers to deliver food to them.

"Why doesn't Ning Xi give us food? We have paid for the food. Let's go to her to argue." One person's stomach growled with hunger, and he stood up and said to everyone.

At first everyone was afraid, but then they couldn't resist the hunger and stood up to look for Ning Xi together.

Who would have thought that before they even got close to Ning Xi, they would be blocked by the Eighteen Guards of Ning Qi.

Ning Yihuan crossed his arms and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"We want to eat, we protest, why doesn't the young prince give us food? We are not prisoners." One person shouted and others responded.

Then Ning Xi's lazy voice came, "My fist is bigger than yours!"

"Ning Yi will beat up anyone who makes trouble. Don't let me hear these discordant voices again."

"Yes, Master!"

Soon, screams and cries continued to spread down the mountain. Night was about to fall. A group of dudes staggered into the forest with bruised and swollen faces and painful arms and legs to find food.

Ning Xuan looked at the pitiful backs of those dandy young men and said, "Xi'er, will this cause a bigger backlash from them?"

"They just deserve to be beaten. Just give them a few more beatings. They won't be able to turn them out of my hand. Don't worry, eldest sister!" Ning Xi said while eating the tender rabbit meat cut by the beautiful maid.

They went into the mountains to look for things, but they couldn't carry them with their hands or shoulders, so it was useless.

However, a group of dandies took a maid or waiter with them on the journey, so the burden of finding food fell on these people.

Although they didn't find much food in the end, they were still half full.

When night came, Ning Xi asked people to set up tents, but the dandies were guarded by a few elite soldiers of the Ning family army who were brave and fierce. They were only allowed to sleep in the open. They were not allowed to think about tents or anything, and they were not allowed to go to the car.

The dandies could only huddle together and sleep on the hard grass with only their clothes on, while mosquitoes continued to harass them.

They had never suffered like this before, so they started making trouble again in the middle of the night.

This time there was no need for Ning to ride out the Eighteen Guards, and the soldiers guarding the group beat them up again.

Early the next morning, all the dandies looked at Ning Xi with panda eyes and resentment.

"Yesterday was just the beginning. From now on, I will ask you for something. If you can't do it, don't think about eating, sleeping in the tent, or even sitting in the car." Ning Xi walked up to the group of dandies in high spirits. , in sharp contrast to their miserable appearance.