"I'm so drunk, has the young master lost his mind? If that Qin guy is the Horse Emperor, I'll... I'll…" I just couldn't finish his sentence, and this young man didn't come up with a reason either.
Duan Feng coldly said, "You'll do what? If my little uncle is the Horse Emperor, are you going to eat horse manure?"
"Fine! If the young master's little uncle is the Horse Emperor, what's wrong with me eating some horse manure today? I heard it can even be used in medicine! It's effective for vim and vigor!"
"Hahahaha..."
"You said it yourself, don't you dare back out later, I won't let you off!"
After snorting coldly, Cheng Sheng returned to Mo Yuqi's side and watched the race from the floor-to-ceiling window.
At that moment, the contestants had already led the racehorses into the starting area. Guo Shiyu glanced at Qin Yu, then methodically began to dismantle every piece of riding gear from the Black Scales.
