At this time, the signature number in Su Luo's hand was already known.
number 11!
"Su Luo drew No. 11, so His Royal Highness King Jin must have drawn No. 9!"
Many people shouted loudly.
But no one noticed the sweat dripping from the host's forehead and the chill that Nangong Liuyun swept across his face.
In fact, the two draws here are No. 11, which means that no matter how Nangong Liuyun draws, he will always draw No. 11, and they are all fighting Su Qing.
Then Su Luo's opponent was replaced by Dark Night Letter.
With Su Luo's current strength, against Dark Yexin, he didn't even fight at all, just admit defeat.
Only against Su Qing, there is still a chance.
All those signatures were made by Master Rong Yun, but Nangong Liuyun keenly felt that there was a problem with one of the signatures, and he found the problem under investigation.
That's why Nangong Liuyun destroyed the problematic No. 11 draw at a critical moment. As a result, the remaining No. 11 draw proved that Nangong Liuyun had taken No. 7 before.
Otherwise, if Nangong Liuyun took No. 7, then Su Luo didn't need to get the signature at all, because everyone in the world knew that there was only one opponent left for her, and that person's name was Dark Night Letter.
Who is plotting against her behind her back? Who wants her to meet the dark night letter? Su Luo's eyes swept around, but she wasn't quite sure in her heart.
There are many people who want her to die, but there are not many people who have the ability to do such things.
Compared with Su Luo's slightly tangled emotions, Su Qing was simply overjoyed.
She walked arrogantly in front of Su Luo, her eyes squinting with provocation: "Su Luo, you won't run away, will you?"
"Running away from battle? Su Qing, are you talking about yourself?" Although Su Luo was absent-minded, it was instinctive to be eloquent.
"You—" Su Qing's face flushed with anger, she shook her sleeves and snorted, "Su Luo, I'll give you one more day to live!"
After saying these words, Su Qing left with a mighty presence.
After the lottery, the competition began on the second day, one game a day, and Su Qing's number was 1, so the two of them started the match of 13 and 7.
When Su Qing left the battle stage, when he looked up, he saw a middle-aged man with a dusty face standing in front of him. At this time, he was so excited that he couldn't contain himself.
"Qing'er, is Qing'er really you?" Su Zian's eyes were slightly red with excitement.
His precious daughter, Su Qing, came back with a full body of glory, which made Su Zian, who was so angry at Su Luo, agitated.
Su Zian's lips trembled with excitement: "Qing'er, why haven't you gone home these past few years? There have been many changes at home, you..."
"What happened at home?" Su Qing's expression changed slightly.
She was immersed in cultivation and hatred for Su Luo. She never inquired about family affairs. She always thought that the family would be fine.
"Your mother and brother were paralyzed by Su Luo. They dragged on for two years. Seeing that they can't take it any longer, go back with daddy to see them." Su Zian pulled Su Qing up and turned away without saying a word.
Su Qing was worried about the comfort of his family, so he strode away with Su Zian.
Looking at the back of their strength, Su Luo's brows gradually wrinkled.
"Didn't you get the number you like? Why, aren't you happy?" Nangong Liuyun pinched Su Luo's nose dotingly, smiling all over his face.