The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss

Nangong Liuyun rubbed his chest area.

That place really had some blood rolling over.

But it did not manifest its seriousness.

Luo Haoming and Dongfang Xuan were both formidable opponents.

Arriving at this stage, Nangong Liuyun had no way to meddle with the matter of drawing lots. Like before, when he wanted his family’s Luo girl to draw good lots and such, was something he couldn’t do anymore.

Following this, one could only depend on luck.

Nangong Liuyun hoped he could draw Luo Haoming or Dongfang Xuan. Besides him, no one else could withstand their attack.

“The best scenario would be to let Luo Haoming and Dongfang Xuan draw each other. Let the two of them fight a ‘you live I die’ battle.” This was what Su Luo said.

After the top seven were selected, very quickly, the competition for four to advance among the seven would start.

Four advancing out of seven, was the same as always. It would still depend on drawing lots to be carried out.

On the stage, Su Luo stood there like before.

A competition where four out of seven would advance, could be considered entering the end. Therefore. there was an unprecedented amount of people watching this.

Ever since Su Luo displayed her real strength, everyone completely overturned their conclusion of her from before. Because, she had the strength to kill Su Qing, which convinced everyone.

It was not like before, where everyone had finished drawing the lots and the last lot would belong to her. This time, her turn to draw lots was pretty close to the beginning.

The first to draw lots was Beichen Ying.

Beichen Ying drew the lot with number one on it.

“Alas, going to be the first to go compete ah.” Clenching this lot, Beichen Ying sighed.

Su Luo smiled: “Here, the weakest person is you, how about I draw you?”

“Don’t!” Beichen Ying had an expression of suffering hardship, hurriedly waving his hand, “Little great aunt, this kinds of things, must not be said irresponsibly. You must, by all means, not draw my lot!”

“Why?” Su Luo blinked her clear, large and monochrome eyes.

“In short, I don’t want to compete with you.” Beichen Ying firmly and seriously nodded.

“That can’t be said for certain ah.” Su Luo laughingly blinked her eyes.

“No, absolutely not!” Beichen Ying madly shook his head.

Even if he was matched against Luo Haoming, he didn’t want to be matched against Su Luo. Because Su Luo’s trump cards were simply too scary.

However, it’s not Su Luo’s turn, so don’t know which number she would draw.

Following it was Zi Yan’s turn to draw lots.

Zi Yan drew number three.

But her luck was really bad, because following after her, Senior Brother Dongfang Xuan directly drew number four.

Dongfang Xuan’s ice-cold gaze stared at that lot, then turned his head to look at Su Luo. The corner of his mouth hooked into a bloodthirsty sneer, “Escaped again.”

Such an ice-cold gaze that suddenly made Su Luo’s heart shiver.

However, Su Luo very quickly returned to her senses, glaring back at him with a frosty gaze.

Dongfang Xuan’s cold eyes disdainfully glanced at Su Luo, then turned around and left.

After he got off the stage, Li Yaoyao happily rushed up, wrapping herself around Dongfang Xuan’s sleeves.

Dongfang Xuan spoilingly patted her head, bending down and saying several sentences by her ear.

The smile on Li Yaoyao’s face became even more elated. She turned around, proudly sending Su Luo a provocative glance.

That gaze, besides being full of hatred, it also contained the emotion of endlessly being pleased with herself.

Coming in contact with Li Yaoyao’s gaze, Su Luo raised an eyebrow with a ghost of a smile.

“Su Luo, you just wait to die!” Li Yaoyao silently mouthed these words. Then, she wrapped herself around Dongfang Xuan’s arm and swaggered off in a high-profile manner.

Su Luo faintly smiled. Wait to die? This matter really was uncertain.

At this time, it was Su Luo’s turn to draw lots.