()"Ooohoh. Lan Xuan trotted past the draw.

Lan Xuan's luck can be said to be quite bad, he actually drew the new young master of the Li family, Li Aochen, with one sign.

Li Aochen defiantly hooked the corners of his lips and smiled coldly.

A hint of anger flashed in Lan Xuan's eyes!

Su Luo comforted him: "Actually, you're okay, at least you didn't draw Nangong and Luo Haoming, and even your own brother didn't draw it, you should be happy." ”

Lan Xuan ran away with a sad face.

Then it was the North Star Shadow who ran to draw lots.

Beichen Ying continued Lan Xuan's luck, and the person who drew it turned out to be the very popular Mo Xiaoxun.

Mo Xiaoxun is a ninth-order...... Beichen Shadow cried and left dejectedly.

And then there's the Night.

Su Luo secretly prayed, hoping that the dark night would draw a good draw, otherwise, there would be few people left on their side.

The luck of the dark night is worse than that of Lan Xuan and Beichen Shadow combined, and it is simply unlucky to get home.

"Luo Haoming-" Dark Night looked at the sign in his hand, and his forehead, which was always known for his calmness and self-control, was bulging.

Su Luo looked at the sky speechlessly, but he could only comfort: "Fortunately, I didn't draw my own brothers, cannibalism or something, that's called real abuse." ”

Dark Night looked at the rest of the lots, then looked at Su Luo, and said to Su Luo: "This battle should be as you wish." ”

Su Luo's current wish is to have a big battle with Su Qing. With the lottery of one individual, there are not many lots in it now.

Ziyan took the sign and walked over slowly. Su Luo looked at her tangled face, and couldn't help but be a little worried: "It won't be the two of us, right?"

Ziyan looked at Su Luo with a very tangled gaze, and Su Luo, who was watching, suddenly snatched the sign in her hand.

"Hahaha, what are you anxious about. After Su Luo looked at the stick, Ziyan laughed.

Su Luo patted her on the back, "Okay, even you dare to tease me, let's play!"

What Zi Yan drew was Ouyang Mingri, who had been inconspicuous in this battle.

Ouyang Mingri is a direct descendant of the Western Jin Dynasty royal family, according to the information he gets, he didn't say how powerful he is, but he made it all the way to the top thirteen, which shows that he is not a simple person.

"It's already good to draw Ouyang Mingri. Zi Yan was very satisfied with this result, "There are still four places left, and it is clearly you, the third senior brother, Su Qing and Dark Night Letter." ”

"The most tangled situation is that if you draw a group with the third senior brother, then ......" Ziyan scratched her hair, she didn't know how to continue.

Not to mention, such a probability is still very large.

Su Luo also thought of this problem, but now she couldn't do anything, because poor Su Luo didn't even have the qualifications to draw lots, and even the lottery could only pick up the rest of the lots.

"Don't worry, think about my usual luck, how could this kind of thing happen?" Su Luo smiled calmly, unfazed.

"I trust your luck!" Zi Yan smiled, but there was still some worry in her eyes.

As he spoke, the Night Letter had already gone over to draw lots.

He smiled at Su Luo and nodded, then stood in front of the draw box.

At this time, the eyes of almost everyone in the audience focused on the slender fingers of Dark Night Letter.

At this time, he was holding a red signature with numbers on it.

A bye lot, twelve number plates, and now the night letter is held in the hand of the number five.

If someone gets the number seven, then that person is the opponent of the Night Letter.

There are three more people next, who will get the number seven?