Tang Rao knew this martial arts marriage contest wouldn't be so simple.
"Your Highness King You Lan, I'm not handsome, I have bad breath, and I'm sinister and despicable, I could never be the ideal son-in-law in your heart."
Please spare me!
He was almost kneeling in front of King You Lan.
"Boy, do you think my daughter is worth so little? Dodging left and right, are you courting death!"
King You Lan's temper was so big, he could practically be Chen Tuan's brother.
His intimidating presence was immense; just seeing the waves forming on the pond in front of him would tell you enough about King You Lan's fierceness.
"Please calm down, calm down. Isn't it just marrying You Xiaoxiao? I'll marry her, isn't that fine?"
So ugly, marrying her is like being a widower. When You Xiaoxiao can't stand it anymore and returns home, it won't have anything to do with Tang Rao.
