"Your Highness, please don't be angry." Song Shaoqin, a minister of Yun'ao Kingdom, patted his chest and comforted him.
"Hmph!" He continued looking at the stage.
At just one glance, his eyes nearly popped out.
"Ah, my son!"
He suddenly ran towards the arena, "Tianxi, what's wrong?"
Baili Tianxi, clutching his burned right hand, staggered off the stage.
"Father, my hand hurts so much."
Lin Wanwan sucked on the milk bottle, completely ignoring him.
【snort. 】
[I remember several times they wanted to kill me.]
Baili Tang could no longer contain himself and was so angry that he wanted to go on stage to hit Lin Wanwan.
Unexpectedly, all the officials of the Holy Kingdom rushed out and blocked Baili Tang's path.
"Envoy of Yun'ao Kingdom, what are you doing?"
"Trying to bully our people right in front of us?"
Baili Tang started cursing loudly.
"What do you know?"
"That vixen injured my son!"
“Look at this…”
As he spoke, he lifted his son's arm, revealing the scalded wound.
The ministers craned their necks, eager to find out what was going on.
Upon seeing the actual wound, many people forcefully suppressed the upward curve of their lips.
Ouch.
It really hurt.
Very good! !
"On the arena, each person summons based on their own abilities, and all have signed a life-or-death contract."
"In my opinion, the injury isn't too deep. You should quickly apply the medicine to avoid delaying treatment."
In short, Baili Tang had nowhere to vent his anger.
Seeing that they outnumbered him, and that his teeth were almost worn down, he finally pulled his son toward the rest area.
Elder Kang, the old prince, smiled even more broadly this time.
Holding a teacup in his left hand and stroking his beard with his right, he leisurely walked onto the arena.
"In this round, number eight, Lin Wanwan, wins!"
The envoys from various countries were utterly shocked.
The officials of the Holy Kingdom waved their hands in joy.
Is this child really only one year old?
"Next match, number nineteen!" Old Prince Kang looked at Lin Wanwan with affection, "Miss Wanwan, you're amazing!"
Princess Jiarou, standing below the stage, looked at the lot in her hand.
After calming himself down for a while, he took small, quick steps toward the stage.
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