Hongluan watched the ball fall on the edge of the hole, only a fraction of a cent away from scoring a goal, and his face was instantly ugly.

  Yu Qingqian smiled slightly, raised the club carelessly and struck again, the ball swirled around the table for a few times, and finally flew into the hole with a very tricky arc.

   "Miss Hong, there are only three **** left." Yu Qing smiled lightly.

  Hongluan took a deep breath and replied calmly, "I don't need Miss Yu to remind me, I can see it myself."

Immediately, she raised the club, and the more she wanted to concentrate, the more tired she felt. At first, in order to compete with Yu Qingqian, she exerted all her mental power on the club without restraint, but now it was clearly exposed. the disadvantages.

The    club hits the ball, the ball spins, and finally draws an arc. Seeing that he was about to fall into the hole, but he hit the side of the hole and bounced first. The ball crossed the hole and landed on the table, losing again.

  Chu Xuan frowned. In his opinion, Hongluan's gains and losses were too important, so he kept showing his flaws and set a trap for the Great Demon King.

  Yes, this way everyone can set traps, like hitting the ball out and hitting another ball, changing its angle and making it harder for the next person to master its accuracy.

   It’s just that under normal circumstances, it’s hard to score goals in the deepest difficulty gameplay itself, let alone set traps for others.

   He has come to Bliss Hall to play so many times, but this is the first time he has seen someone play with such precision and skill. He has to admit that the Great Demon King is better than Hongluan.

   "Hongluan, calm down for a while before dropping the pole." He couldn't help but reminded.

  Hongluan's heart was already on the verge of anger. Hearing Chu Xuan's words, he glared at him coldly, "Don't interrupt if you don't understand."

  What kind of thing is this man, even if he is the eldest prince of the royal family? Her Hongluan's identity is not much worse than his, and he needs to talk more.

  Chu Xuan heard Hongluan's cold words, his face darkened, and he decided in his heart to wait until he was married and give her some color to give her a look and shake his husband's gang.

   What kind of man Yu Qingqian has never seen in the last days, Chu Xuan's mind can be seen at a glance.

   She touched her chin and had an idea.

  Chu Xuan is a man with a strong background, and his talent and aptitude are not bad. He is extremely proud of his heart and cannot tolerate women trampling.

   A woman like Hongluan also has a strong background and excellent talent. She was valued and pampered in the family and grew up. She would never sell the account of disliking men, and would even despise her from time to time.

  If this woman, Hongluan, thinks about her sick beauty again, she will have fun with her and the eldest prince.

   "I'll continue." Yu Qingqian hit a backhand shot, the more he played, the smoother he felt, almost finding the feeling of his previous life.

  Hongluan is indeed a strong opponent, but Yu Qingqian has a characteristic, when he is strong, he is stronger, so he is more and more handy and easy to play.

The    ball falls into the hole again, and now there are only two left on the table.

  Hongluan's state of mind could not be stable, especially when she looked up and saw Feng Chen's eyes were following Yu Qingqian, her cold brows were dyed with tenderness, and she couldn't stabilize her mind even more.

  Hongluan told himself that he could not lose, and reluctantly waited for his mood to stabilize before he shot again, but his mental strength could not keep up with the rhythm, and the ball bounced and missed the hole.

   Then Yu Qingqian shot the ball again.

   There was one small ball left at the end, and Hongluan’s mental power was basically exhausted, and he lost without even hitting the small ball.