The moment Yin Wanyang fell down, Dasheng Chao missed everyone's hearts.

The front-row general angrily guided the Vietnamese shemale to commit a foul. The referee announced, "It is normal to have physical contact in polo. As long as you don't use your hands to attack the other party, it is not considered a foul."

The white-skinned shemale said proudly, "Is a woman so weak? She fell down with a slight touch? Why are you playing so weak? Go home to embroider yours!"

Dasheng celebrating everyone, "..."

Cao Nima's!

I don’t even look at your big and thick ones, is it just a touch?

Dasheng Chao suffered a lot and was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry.

When Song Zhao saw Yin Wanyang falling down, he gave up the polo in his hand without hesitation, controlled the horse and came to Yin Wanyang, jumped down and helped Yin Wanyang up.

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

Yin Wanyang fell and swollen one leg, and he took a breath in pain, but he only cared about the game, "Why are you here to help me? The ball will be snatched by the South Vietnamese shemale!"

Song Zhao sneered lightly, and the familiar voice of Ling Yin Wanyang's annoying came over, "Who is the life of the ball important?"

Yin Wanyang was stunned and even lowered her head with a little embarrassed look.

She secretly envied Song Zhao in her heart, but Song Zhao valued her life so much.

Song Zhao pressed Yin Wanyang to the rest position and then said, "I don't even look at you standing in the middle of the horse farm. It's so much trouble for me."

Yin Wanyang, “…”

Sorry, my touch was wrong after all.

Song Zhao is still so annoying!

Song Zhao gave up the polo, and the polo successfully came to the hands of the white-skirted shemale, and the initiative was reversed instantly.

"It's over, we're going to lose." The front-row general was heartbroken.

Sighs one after another, and some people's eyes are red in their temperament.

They didn't want to blame Song Zhao either, so they all pointed their finger at Yin Wanyang.

If Yin Wanyang hadn't been so useless, the initiative would not have been taken away.

One by one, one by one, and another, rushed into Yin Wanyang's ears.

Yin Wanyang's face was pale and his body felt chilled.

She looked at Song Zhao who was riding on the field again. The first time she had such hope that Song Zhao could turn the tables against the wind.

She didn't want to be able to compare with Song Zhao, and she would become an obstacle to Song Zhao.

"Princess Dasheng, polo has come to my hands. Now you are the only one. Do you think you can beat us two?" The white-skinned shemale looked at Song Zhao proudly, with a look of power.

A weak woman against two strong shemale men will lose.

Almost everyone thinks so.

Song Bing couldn't sit still for a moment, rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush, "Damn, I am going to bring my little heart back."

Si Yu put down the teacup, withdrew his deep eyes that had been looking at Song Zhao, blocking Song Bing's way, and his voice was firm, "I believe she can."

Song Bing paused and looked at Si Yu's sure-fire appearance, "How do you know she can?"

Si Yu pinched his eyebrows and thought for a while, "It's not easy to say..."

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

Maybe after he finished speaking, his leg would not be able to be protected.

On the horse court.

"Not to mention you two," Song Zhao smiled, pinching the poke, calming down, "Even the shemale men in your country can't score the goal."

"You are quite arrogant." The white-skinned shemale, blue-skinned shemale looked at each other, raised her head and laughed.

"Nanyue will win!" The Nanyue delegation took the opportunity to get upset, "I have had Princess Dasheng for me, a mere woman, no problem."

The roar was deafening.

At this critical moment, Nanyue couldn't even suppress the momentum that she wanted to win.

The cheering of Dasheng towards this side was suppressed by only the buzzing sound.

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

The Chinese people who heard it, "..."

Although losing people cannot lose momentum.

But there is no need to be so arrogant.

"You will win if you are careful, and you will be the best!"
Chapter completed!