After rebirth, the prince fell into the hands of the princess again

Without waiting for Wu Xiuluo to make a move, Tang Mumu lowered his body and slid to the feet of the person farthest from him, and without hesitation stabbed the man's calf with the silver hairpin in his hand. Seeing that he really bent down and slapped him with his palm as expected, Tang Mumu's mouth curved into a smile, and he flew up with his hands, grabbing the bulge on Wu Xiuluo's armor with one hand. In almost an instant, the silver hairpin was deeply embedded in Wu Xiuluo's neck. The moment the silver hairpin was pulled out, blood gushed out and splashed on Tang Mumu's face.

An Asura fell to the ground, and dust flew everywhere. Before the people in the audience could react to what had happened, only four of the five people were left. After a moment, there was applause and exclamations. No one had expected that this seemingly delicate girl could kill an Asura in such a short time.

Tang Mumu wiped off the blood that had just splashed onto her mouth. She really didn't like the taste.

She also knew what she was going to face next. One of the five people had already died, and the remaining four would definitely regard her as a thorn in their eyes and get rid of her as soon as possible. She had to be on her guard.

Compared to Tang Mumu in the fighting arena, Rong Yan was more nervous. He wished he could fly up and fight alongside her. His eyes never left Tang Mumu for a moment. He didn't even notice when the Ghost King came to his side.

"I didn't expect to meet two such interesting people today. I wanted to kill this little girl just now, but I have changed my mind now. I haven't seen such interesting people for a long time."

Rong Yan didn't want to pay any attention to the people around him, his whole mind was on Tang Mumu.

Although there was a huge gap in their physiques, Tang Mumu was smart and never confronted Shura head-on. He always cleverly moved around Shura. By the time they reacted, his movements had been restricted. The four of them were facing each other in pairs, getting closer and closer, and one of them was already standing at the edge of the fighting arena. Tang Mumu flashed behind one of them and kicked that person in the butt with almost all his strength.

Wu Xiuluo was bulky and his movements were slow. Tang Mumu used all his strength this time. The man who was kicked subconsciously reached out to grab the person in front of him, but when he wanted to steady himself, it was too late. As expected, both of them fell off the fighting arena at the same time.

Everything happened too fast. Two people had already left the field and could not come back. Only two people were left on the field to confront Tang Mumu.

Sweat was already oozing out of Tang Mumu's forehead. The people off the field only knew that she had dealt with three Shuras as quickly as possible, but they didn't know that she was not very confident about the next two.

Seeing their companions lose so easily, they will only become more vigilant and more difficult to deal with, but Tang Mumu can no longer use her cleverness, otherwise it will only consume her own strength and will be useless against the remaining two Shuras, so Tang Mumu can only confront the remaining two head-on.

Without waiting for Tang Mumu to catch his breath, the two people on the field had already flown towards Tang Mumu. This time they had experience and did not engage in close combat with Tang Mumu. They only approached him within the range of their own attacks. Tang Mumu was agile and avoided the attacks of the two people again and again, but he could not find a chance to drive them out of the fighting arena.

After a stalemate that lasted for a cup of tea, Tang Mumu knew that she had to think of a way, otherwise she would have no chance if she continued to stalemate and exhausted her strength. After hesitating for a moment, Tang Mumu approached one of them, reached for the cloth bag at her waist with her right hand, avoided his palm blade, and completely exposed herself to Shura's attack range.

Rong Yan's thin lips were almost pursed into a line, and he was trying to gather his strength with his hands, but a cold hand covered him. Rong Yan immediately shook off the woman's hand, took a step back, and warned her with a vicious look.

For a moment, the Ghost King felt that this man was someone he could not afford to offend. His eyes were too terrifying, and the murderous intent in them seemed to want to devour her completely.

The Ghost King withdrew his hand, and even his smile was a little forced. "The rule of the Ghost Market is that people in the audience cannot take action. You are an audience member. Do you want to break the rules of my Ghost Market?"

Rong Yan had already retracted his palm wind and was once again concentrating on watching the nimbly dodging figure on the stage.

Tang Mumu tapped the ground with her toes to gain leverage, flipped over, and threw the thing in her hand into the mouth of the person in front of her. Then she flew and stood on the person's shoulder. Without daring to hesitate, Tang Mumu used the leverage to fly to the open space opposite and stood still.

Seeing her smug look, Rong Yan was finally relieved. This girl looked so smug, it seemed that the winner had already been decided.

Not long after, a white flute appeared in Tang Mumu's hand, and the sound of the flute rang out on the field.

Everyone began to dislike this girl. They thought she was extraordinary and could play some heavenly music, but they didn't expect the music she played to be such an unbearable devilish sound, which was really inconsistent with her whole personality.

No one knew what Tang Mumu's real intention was until the two Shuras wrestled with each other, only then did they realize that Tang Mumu's flute music was the key to controlling the Shuras.

The Ghost King also began to get anxious at this moment. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Tang Mumu had controlled one of the Shuras with the sound of her flute. She only needed to blow the flute and the Shuras would kill each other effortlessly, while she would just sit back and reap the benefits.

But Tang Mumu is not a bad person. She just wants to win the arena and does not like killing people. She killed Shura at the beginning just to make the remaining four people afraid of her. When the time came, Tang Mumu only let the controlled Shura drive the other person off the stage and then stopped. When the flute sounded again, the only Shura on the field actually moved himself off the arena in front of everyone.

There was applause from the audience, and the Ghost King just felt ashamed. The Wu Xiuluo who was so powerful in the past was actually defeated by a little girl. The most hateful thing was that this little girl was able to escape unscathed.

Tang Mumu flew to Rong Yan's side. Her light blue dress, which had just been stained with blood, now looked like a bunch of gorgeous red flowers blooming, so beautiful that people could not take their eyes off it.

Tang Mumu's eyes were sparkling, and she tilted her head to look at Rong Yanxiao. Her smug look was like that of a child seeking praise from an adult.

"Well done." Rong Yan smiled and reached out to wipe the remaining blood stains on her face.

Hearing the praise, Tang Mumu became even happier and her face almost broke from smiling.

"I won, you should fulfill your promise and give me the blood gardenia."

The Ghost King smiled brightly at Tang Mumu and said in a loud voice: "Young lady, you have great skills. The competition will be cancelled today. I will personally entertain you two. The rest of you who want to compete can come back tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, the other people in the Rebirth Pavilion dispersed while talking. Rong Yan and Tang Mumu followed the Ghost King back to his room.

Tang Mumu had already drunk two cups of tea and was sipping the third cup. The Ghost King opposite her was still staring at her. Suddenly, Tang Mumu put down the teacup.

"what on earth do you want?"

The Ghost King withdrew his gaze and played with the silver tassel bracelet on his wrist, looking lazy.