Song Qingshu finally remembered who this man was. He was a Mongol expert who had appeared in Covering Clouds and Raining Rain, holding an exceptional position in the Demon Master Palace. He was Little Demon Master Fang Ye Yu's close friend, outstanding in both strategy and martial arts. Even Demon Master Pang Ban regarded him highly.
This time, he had come to Xingqing Prefecture with Hulagu Khan. That night, Madam Zhen had been captured by him. Clearly, Madam Zhen's beauty and voluptuous figure had stirred his lust, but she was a woman Hulagu Khan had specifically demanded. Helplessly handing her over, he had immediately gone to a brothel to indulge himself and vent his desire, inadvertently escaping disaster.
On the arena, Ying Fei had twin hooks crossed over his back. His tall, lean frame carried an indescribable languid air, yet also a dashing, heroic bearing, creating a powerful allure around him.
"Damn it, I hate handsome men the most—especially men better-looking than me." Xue Pan returned to his seat and gulped down several bowls of tea to calm himself, gradually recovering.
Glaring at Ying Fei on the stage, Xue Pan seemed to vent the negative emotions he had accumulated during the fight. "You can tell at a glance that he's an expert at playing with women. What a scumbag!"
Song Qingshu nodded in deep agreement. It was rare for the two of them to share the same opinion.
The Yellow-robed Woman found it amusing. You people spent your days bullying men and women in Lin'an City, and you still had the nerve to call someone else a scumbag?
At that moment, Wang Baobao also stepped onto the arena. Looking at the man across from him, who was striking poses and flaunting himself, he frowned. "Has Hulagu Khan run out of