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nPrince Yu was walking towards Mo Fei. Under his overwhelming momentum, Mo Fei was forced to back up a few steps.

n“You think I look like a turkey?” asked Lou Yu.

nMo Fei laughed awkwardly, “Actually I was swaying between turkey and Flaming Tiger. After weighing for quite some time, I think turkey is more amiable, and more approachable, and more appropriate to describe you. If you don’t like it, I can change it now.”

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nLou Yu, “…”

n“You compared me with a nanny downstairs in your building?” asked Lou Yu with his face twisted.

nMo Fei forced a smile, “Don’t look down on her. The pastries she makes are super delicious. One may even swallow without chewing.”

n“You think I am irritable?” asked Lou Yu.

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nMo Fei shook his head, “No, I was just using hyperbole. You know, literature! You have to talk bull**. If you write too true to life, you won’t get a high score.”

n“So your score is high now?” ridiculed Lou Yu.

nMo Fei smiled awkwardly, “Well, I guess our teacher kind of doesn’t appreciate my article.”

nLou Yu narrowed his eyes and smiled, “You know what I want to do the most right now?”

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nMo Fei smiled, “I think what you need to do now is calm down. As for things you wanna do, you can think slowly.”

nLou Yu pulled Mo Fei’s collar and dragged him away.

n“What do you want? Let me be clear, I will never surrender.” yelled Mo Fei.

nLou Yu then sneered, “Forget about the interstellar literature. I think your body arts is too bad. Let me help you.”

n“This is inappropriate. You are the prince. You teach me in person? You are wasting your talent.” Mo Fei raised his voice.

nLou Yu laughed, “It’s good that you know it.”

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nAfter Mo Fei was dragged into the training room, the miserable howling was heard.

nMo Yi narrowed his eyes, looking very worried.

n“Help! Help!”

nMo Yi then walked to the training room, with his fists clenched.

nSu Rong then stood in the away, “Where are you going?”

n“The young master is shouting for help. I have to save him.” said Mo Yi coldly.

n“Don’t worry. Your young master won’t die. The prince is just teaching him a lesson.” said Su Rong.

nMo Yi ignored his words and said, “What if Prince Yu hurt him accidentally?”

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nSu Rong said blandly, “That will never happen.”

nMo Yi said disapprovingly, “I don’t think so.”

nMo Yi then kept walking, but Su Rong stood in the away again.

nMo Yi raised his eyes and looked at Su Rong indifferently, “Are you trying to stop me?”

nSu Rong was frightened by the cold light flashing in his eyes, “So what are you gonna do?”

nMo Yi laughed grimly, which made Su Rong feel cold down his spine. The overwhelming murderous look made Su Rong raise his vigilance.

nMo Yi then threw a punch at Su Rong.

nMo Yi’s fist was covered with a layer of blue light, which looked beautiful but actually with super power.

nSu Rong backed up vigilantly, with obvious scare. So he is really a level 3 star magician! He trusts Lou Yu, but in Su Rong’s heart, he never doubted his judgment.

nMo Yi’s attack was very intense. After shocking, Su Rong immediately adjusted himself. He is an outstanding disciple of Su family. If he loses to the crown princess’ servant, that’d be humiliating.

nThe screams in the training room became miserable, and Mo Yi’s attack also became more intense.

nAnd now Su Rong’s fighting will was activated. The two of them were having a heated fight, with all the vases in the hall broken.

nSu Rong wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Mo Yi. It had been a long time since he met his match.

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nMo Yi looked at Su Rong with hostility.

nSuddenly the screams stopped in the training room and then Lou Yu came out.

nMo Yi ignored Su Rong and quickened his steps to the training room.

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