Chapter 441 Wanfu, Princess Zhaoyang-

The South Vietnamese ladyboys knew that this was their last chance.

If the competition fails, what awaits them will be the cruelest treatment.

It is not impossible to use some means when necessary.

Since all kinds of polo sets are useless on Princess Dasheng, it's better to fight in close quarters.

The ladyboy in the white skirt made a look, and galloped towards Song Zhao one after another with the ladyboy in the blue skirt.

"Princess Zhaoyang, run quickly." The military commander in the front row saw that the other party was not kind, and reminded anxiously.

Song Zhao didn't run away.

She held the cue stick, guarding the ball under the horse's hoof loosely, and was in the mood to observe the direction first.

The ladyboy in the blue dress slammed into Song Zhao with a ferocious face, wanting to slam her down like Yin Wanyang.

However, when he bumped into Song Zhao hard, he didn't bump it.

The ladyboy in the blue skirt paused, and was still unwilling to increase his strength, because his face was reddened because of the excessive force.

However, Song Zhao still sat firmly on the horse, unshakable.

Shemale in blue skirt:? ? ?

What the hell is this little girl? It's Mount Tai, right?

See this scene.

Da Sheng is at a loss here, is the Nanyue monster beating the back of their princess?

"are you tired?"

The girl's voice was as light as fog, and the blue-skirted ladyboy froze, only to realize that his actions were too blatant.

Wanting to step back, suddenly felt a numb arm.

"See you again, your mother." Song Zhao seemed to have a silver light on his fingertips, and calmly watched the blue skirted demon fall off the horse.

The ladyboy in the white skirt looked at the ladyboy in the blue skirt who fell to the ground, his face changed slightly, "What did you do to him?"

"Under the eyes of everyone, the princess didn't do anything."

Song Zhao opened his arms calmly and sneered,

"Are the men in Nanyue so weak? They fall down when the wind blows? Why are you so weak to play? Go home and lie down!"

Shemale in white dress, "..."

It doesn't have to be like this.

With one helper missing, Nanyue's side was doomed. He gritted his teeth and suddenly raised his pole towards Song Zhao.

"I rely on this stinky shameless person to beat my daughter!"

Song Ting roared like a tiger, jumping over several tables and running to the racecourse anxiously.

It's just that his speed was so slow that he ran a table, and the club of the ladyboy in white skirt was about to fall on Song Zhao.

When everyone was worried, they saw Song Zhao intercepting the opponent's cue with a backhand, tilting his head and chuckling, "What's going on, you're still making a move?"

The shemale in the white dress paused for a moment, without any shame, and said confidently, "Don't Princess Dasheng know that there are two ways to play polo, one is civil ball and the other is martial arts?"

The official commentary of the referee does have the concept of martial arts, which is generally applicable to men's polo competitions.

Song Zhao nodded to express his understanding, "Say it earlier."

The eyebrows of the ladyboy in the white dress jumped, why did she feel that there was a sense of impending disaster.

The premonition soon came true.

The next moment, Song Zhao poked his face with a stick, and felt his whole body tremble, as if he had been hit by some acupuncture point.

The shemale in the white skirt screamed and flew out.

Everyone was stunned.

Song Zhao frowned, "This princess has wanted to beat you for a long time."

After saying that, Song Zhao didn't hit the ball immediately, but turned his body and turned his back to the goal.

The girl chased the ball slowly, as if teasing a small pet.

Backwards, he deliberately walked through the entrance door on the Nanyue side, raised his eyebrows, and pursed his lips.

Under her command, the ball rolled backwards over the face of the ladyboy in the white skirt, and then rolled over the face of the ladyboy in the blue skirt with an absolutely arrogant attitude.

The capital letters of the insult were bolded and covered the faces of everyone in South Vietnam.