Chapter 438: Wanfu, Princess Zhaoyang 6

The moment Yin Wanyang fell down, everyone's hearts in Da Shengchao missed a beat.

The military general in the front row was angry with Gui Yue for fouling the shemale. The referee announced, "It's normal to have physical contact in polo. As long as you don't attack the opponent with your hands, it is not a foul."

The ladyboy in the white skirt said very proudly, "Are women so weak? They fall when they are lightly touched? Why are you so weak? You can go home and embroider!"

Everyone in Dashengchao, "..."

Cao Nima's!

I don't even look at your five big and three thick ones, is that a light touch?

Da Shengchao suffered from the bitterness alive, and was so angry that he was about to die of anger.

But when Song Zhao saw Yin Wanyang fall, he gave up the polo without hesitation, came to Yin Wanyang with the horse, and jumped down to help Yin Wanyang.

"Can you still hold on?" Song Zhao helped Yin Wanyang walk to the rest area.

Yin Wanyang's leg was swollen from the fall, and she breathed in pain, but she only cared about the game, "Why are you here to help me? The ball is about to be snatched by the Nanyue monster!"

Song Zhao lightly smirked, and the familiar voice that Yin Wanyang hated came over, "How can anyone's life be important on the ball?"

Yin Wanyang was taken aback for a moment, then lowered her head in embarrassment.

She was secretly jealous of Song Zhao in her heart, but Song Zhao valued her life so much.

Song Zhao pressed Yin Wanyang on the resting seat, and then said, "I don't even look at you standing in the middle of the racecourse, how much you are in my way."

Yin Wanyang, "..."

I'm sorry that I was moved by mistake after all.

Song Zhao is still so annoying!

Song Zhao gave up the polo, and the polo smoothly came into the hands of the ladyboy in the white dress, and the initiative was instantly reversed.

"It's over, we're going to lose." The military commander in the front row was heartbroken.

Sighing one after another, some temperamental people's eyes are red with anger.

They couldn't blame Song Zhao, they all pointed their finger at Yin Wanyang.

If it wasn't for Yin Wanyang being so useless and knocking him down, the initiative wouldn't have been taken away.

Sentences of reproaches and accusations poured into Yin Wanyang's ears.

Yin Wanyang's face was pale, and her body felt chills intermittently.

She looked at Song Zhao who was back on the horse, and for the first time, she hoped that Song Zhao could come back against the wind.

She didn't want to be inferior to Song Zhao, but also to become an obstacle to Song Zhao.

"Princess Dasheng, the polo is in my hands, and now you are the only one. Do you think you can beat the two of us?" The ladyboy in the white skirt looked at Song Zhao proudly, showing off his might.

A weak woman against two strong transvestites is bound to lose.

Almost everyone thinks so.

Song Ting couldn't sit still for a moment, rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush, "Damn, this general is going to bring the little one back."

Si Yu put down the teacup, retracted the deep eyes that had been looking at Song Zhao, and blocked Song Tin's way, with a firm voice, "I believe she can."

Song Bao paused, looking at Si Yu's determined expression, "How do you know she can do it?"

Si Yu pinched the center of his brows, thought for a while, "It's hard to say..."

After all, how would he describe to his future father-in-law how he personally taught his unmarried daughter martial arts?

Maybe after finishing speaking, he won't be able to keep his leg.

On the racetrack.

"Don't say it's the two of you," Song Zhao smiled, holding the polo stick, very calm, "Even the transgressors from your country can't score goals."

"You're quite arrogant." The ladyboy in the white skirt and the ladyboy in the blue skirt looked at each other and laughed loudly.

"South Vietnam will win!" The South Vietnam Mission took the opportunity to get angry, "I have been the Princess of Dasheng, a mere girl, nothing to worry about."

The roar was deafening.

At this critical moment, Nanyue's drive to win could not be suppressed.

Dasheng's cheering towards this side was suppressed to only a buzzing sound.

Song Zhao glanced sideways at the Chinese people who had obviously lost their morale, "Don't be afraid, I'll win you a championship."

The Chinese people who heard, "..."

Although losing people can't lose momentum.

But there is no need to be so arrogant.

"A careful heart will win, a careful heart is the best!"

Song Ting pulled out a big horn from nowhere, and with the momentum of one person being the master, he overwhelmed everyone in Nanyue.

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