"Don't be sad, Miss Xiaoxiao. I'll take revenge for you," Ye Zhuixun immediately said.
He then narrowed his eyes and looked at Hong Qinghe. His eyes burned with competitiveness, and he was about to speak when—
"Lou Xiaoxiao! Get up here! I'll kill you!" A furious and arrogant voice suddenly rang out.
"Huh? Third Young Master?"
"He…"
Everyone looked at Third Young Master with a weird expression.
Third Young Master, who had been pathetically carried off the battle stage, had already recovered.
He had even changed his tattered robes, and his skin color had regained its normal shade.
However, since he had been electrocuted, his curvy hair stood upright like a chicken's nest. He looked extremely ridiculous.
Everyone suppressed their laughter, not daring to laugh out loud.
