() Chapter 1444 Su Qing 3

At this time, the signature number in Su Luo's hand was already known.

Number 11!

"Su Luo drew the 11th, so His Royal Highness the King of Jin must draw the 9th!"

Many people shouted loudly.

But no one noticed the beads of sweat rolling down the host's forehead, as well as the chill that Nangong Liuyun swept across his face.

In fact, the two sticks in this are both No. 11, that is to say, no matter how Nangong Liuyun draws, he draws No. 11, and they are all fighting with Su Qing.

Then Su Luo's opponent was replaced by the Night Letter.

With Su Luo's current strength, against the dark night letter, he won't even fight at all, just admit defeat directly.

Only against Su Qing, there is still a glimmer of life.

Those signatures were all made by Master Rongyun, but Nangong Liuyun keenly felt that there was a problem with one of the signatures, and this problem appeared under investigation.

That's why Nangong Liuyun destroyed the problematic No. 11 lottery at a critical moment, so that the remaining No. 11 lottery proves that Nangong Liuyun took No. 7 before.

Otherwise, if Nangong Liuyun took the number seven, then Su Luo didn't need to get the sign at all, because everyone in the world knew that there was only one opponent left, and that person's name was Night Letter.

Who was plotting against her behind her back? Who wanted her to confront the night letter? Su Luo's eyes swept around, but he was not sure in his 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 love, Su Qing was simply overjoyed.

She walked up to Su Luo arrogantly, her eyes squinting with provocation: "Su Luo, you won't run away, right?"

"Escape, Su Qing, are you talking about yourself?" Although Su Luo was absent-minded, his sharp teeth were instinctive.

"You-" Su Qing's face turned red with anger, she flicked her sleeves and snorted heavily, "Su Luo, I'll give you one more day!"

After saying this, Su Qing left proudly.

After the draw, the game started on the second day, one game a day, and Su Qing's number was 1, so the game of thirteen into seven was started by the two of them first.

When Su Qing walked off the battle platform, he raised his eyes and saw a middle-aged man with a dusty face standing in front of him, and he couldn't help himself with excitement at this time.

"Qing'er, is Qing'er really you?" Su Zi'an's eyes were slightly red with excitement.

His baby daughter Su Qing returned with a body of glory, which made Su Zi'an, who had suffered a lot of anger on Su Luo, very excited.

Su Zi'an's lips trembled excitedly: "Qing'er, why haven't you been home in the past few years? There have been a lot of changes in the family, you ......"

"What's wrong at home?" Su Qing's face changed slightly.

She was immersed in cultivation and hatred for Su Luo, and she never inquired about her family's affairs, she always thought that her family would be fine.

"Your mother and brother were killed by Su Luo, and they dragged on for two years, and they saw that they couldn't drag it anymore, so go back with your father to see them. Su Zi'an pulled Su Qing up, turned around and left without saying a word.

Su Qing was worried about the comfort of his family, so he strode away with Su Zi'an.

Looking at the back of their strength, Su Luo's brows gradually furrowed.

"Didn't you draw the number you liked?What, aren't you happy?" Nangong Liuyun pinched Su Luo's nose dotingly, smiling.