Since the mood was broken, there was no point in forcing it, and Qin Yu cooperated by helping Mo Yuqi up.

"Diana, take Qin Yu to change into his rider's outfit."

"Yes."

Under Diana's guidance, Qin Yu went to the changing room and changed into a rider's outfit.

Seeing Qin Yu emerge from the changing room, Mo Yuqi's eyes lit up. Qin Yu, standing at 183cm, was a natural hanger for clothes; even the simple rider's outfit looked stylish on him.

"What a pity, this isn't a beauty contest but a horse race."

After making that comment lightly, Mo Yuqi walked towards the racetrack.

Qin Yu was completely bewildered, not understanding what Mo Yuqi had said.

…

Today was the day for the monthly Purple Mountain horse race.

In the VIP lounge on the second floor of the racetrack, guests were seated in different groups, analyzing the hot contenders of the day.

A huge LCD screen hung on the wall of the VIP lounge, displaying information and odds for each horse.

The horse with the lowest odds was predictably Cheng Sheng's Black Overlord, at only 0.2, followed by Duan Feng's Green-faced Beast at 0.25, and then He Ruotong's Blood Sweating Horse at 0.3.

Mo Yuqi's Little Red was also listed among them, with odds at 3, meaning the bookmakers were not in favor of Little Red.

The dandies clearly divided into several small groups, with most disciples from the Ancient Martial World gathering around Cheng Sheng, and several who admired He Ruotong clustering around her.

Originally, Li Zongbing and Han Laifu were with Duan Feng, but after the betrayal, Duan Feng didn't care for them at all.

At the moment, everyone surrounding Duan Feng was a young man at odds with Cheng Sheng.

"Cheng, I've bet two million on Black Overlord! Don't you dare let me down," one young man said, looking at Cheng Sheng with a pleading face.

"Don't worry, of course I won't hold back. However, this race has many variables," Cheng Sheng said with a smile.

"You're too modest, Cheng. With your Black Overlord reigning supreme, how could there be any variables? I'm considered a big shot in the Southern Frontier, but in our entire Ancient Martial World, who counts for anything?"

Cheng Sheng gestured towards He Ruotong's position with his mouth, "Don't forget Miss He's Blood Sweating Horse."

"What Blood Sweating Horse? I've already seen the stats; it's far behind Black Overlord. Black Overlord is definitely going to win!"

"Let's hope so..."

Cheng Sheng shrugged his shoulders, knowing the Blood Sweating Horse had some hidden features, but he was just there to relax.

The reason He Ruotong had come personally was to get a set of horse gear from Guo Shiyu.

After arriving, He Ruotong regretted it because she was constantly buzzed around by an annoying crowd every day, and unfortunately, these nuisances all hailed from the Sects, so she couldn't easily lose her temper.

He Ruotong pretended to be interested in the odds displayed on the large screen to avoid the incessant chatter of these nuisances.

However, even with He Ruotong's indifference, the nuisances didn't seem to get the hint.

"Miss He, I think the bookmakers are insulting you! Your Blood Sweating Horse is obviously the best horse, so why did they give you the third lowest odds?" Li Zongbing said, trying to please her.

He Ruotong's eyebrows twitched, clearly, Li Zongbing's words had hit a sore spot.

In the past, her Blood Sweating Horse had always had the lowest odds! He Ruotong was really not happy with these odds!

Although annoyed, He Ruotong still responded with a smile, "Higher odds are better for me; I can earn more."

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