The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space
Chapter 995: Surrender Without a Fight (2)

Chapter 995: Chapter 995: Surrender Without a Fight (2)

Xiaolun and Xiaoyin returned to Yang Ruxin’s wrist, thinking, "Why isn’t there a snake-fighting competition? When the time comes, you’ll see how awesome this king is, and you’ll realize how pathetic birds and the like are."

Shortly after the howling, an eagle cry was heard from the sky.

Once Fat Hao heard it, he no longer cared about being scared and quickly got up, wiped his face with his sleeve, and then looked up to see a large black shadow diving down, bringing a strong gust of wind with it.

"Black King," Fat Hao greeted Xiaohei with a bow.

Yang Ruxin couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of her mouth.

Xiaohei, playing it cool, turned its head and refused to look at Fat Hao.

"Xiaohei, stick with Fat Hao for the next few days. As for that competition, go have fun," Yang Ruxin went over and caressed Xiaohei’s head, "and try to earn some silver to spend."

Xiaohei rubbed its little head against Yang Ruxin’s hand. Alright then, since you love money so much, I’ll earn some for you.

"Shadow Seven, follow Xiaohei," Gu Qingheng suddenly spoke.

Shadow Seven saluted in agreement, because Shadow Three had already introduced him to this sister-in-law, so he wasn’t at all surprised and even felt pleased; only such a formidable woman was worthy to stand beside his master.

"Don’t neglect my Seventh Brother," Yang Ruxin said, slightly raising her eyebrows.

"Don’t worry, I’ll serve the two of you as if you were my ancestors," Hao Jian said excitedly, but he didn’t dare to come closer and touch Xiaohei.

Xiaohei let out a haughty cry, then swiftly flew onto Shadow Seven’s shoulder. Flying around the county was not allowed, but it didn’t want to walk either, so finding some free labor was best, especially since Xinxin told it to stick with him.

"Ruxin, I’ll be off first. Oh, by the way, the preliminary rounds in Prefectural City will be on the twenty-seventh and twenty-eighth of the twelfth month," Fat Hao suddenly remembered, "If you and your husband are interested, I’ll send you the invitation two days in advance..."

Yang Ruxin nodded. It was already the twenty-second of the twelfth month today, so it was just a few days away. There’s still eagle-fighting before the year’s end; that sure seems like something young nobles would do.

But Fat Hao was beyond excited, heading straight for the Qin Residence with Xiaohei, eager to show off.

"Beast, come out quickly," Hao Jian shouted without entering, just calling from the entrance, "Young master has gotten a Black King today, and it will definitely make your Grey-Haired General flee in utter defeat."

The people of the Qin Residence, of course, recognized Hao Jian, so they had already rushed in to report the news.

Not long after, Qin Shou came out, swaying, followed by a trusted servant carrying a grey goshawk: "Oh, Fat Hao, just don’t boast so much it slaps your own face..."

Upon seeing the fellow raptor, Xiaohei didn’t wait for Fat Hao to say anything but suddenly flew up and rushed over.

The grey hawk was a decent bird, but it wasn’t a Hai Dongqing. It had been quite smug these past few days, yet it didn’t expect a sudden surge of murderous intent. Before it could react, it was overturned by a gust of wind...

Xiaohei cried out, about to continue the attack, when the grey hawk, having recovered, hurriedly cried out twice and then crouched on the ground shrinking its neck, apparently surrendering.

It surrendered without fighting.

The people around were all stunned, and Hao Jian suddenly burst into an exaggerated laugh: "Haha... Grey-Haired General? Haha, I’m dying of laughter, not even fit to carry shoes for my Black King... Haha..." He took out his fan and, undaunted by the cold, gave it a few waves, then turned around and left. Oh, the look on Beast’s face was like he had swallowed shit, way too damn satisfying.