Chapter 530: The Draw of Lots for the Tragedy of the Final Four (Part II)

The moment Seattlek's skewer was drawn, I peeked at the corner, and my face suddenly turned a miserable green, more exaggerated than being bitten by a poisonous vine.

If I wasn't dazzled, the Seattle Kerkers would have been the No. 2 pick.

When Seattleck showed his signing, for the first time I hated the druid's goddamn sharp eyes, and I enjoyed the thrill of tragedy a few seconds early.

There is no doubt that the remaining No. 4 pick is my sister's, and the semi-finals are grouped, with Carlos playing Seattleck in the first game and me playing against Sister Sharna in the second.

What a tragedy, did my luck run out in the previous races?

My sister took out the last No. 4 lottery without question, and then, the old drunkard with the empty box in his hand suddenly couldn't help but let out an excited scream, and looked at the two of us with exaggerated eyes that were about to turn into the shape of gold coins, as if he wanted this result.

What is this bastard thinking in his heart, and why is he so happy? It's rare that she thinks Sister Sharna is losing back? It's absolutely impossible because I ...... There's no way to raise a weapon against Sister Sharna.

Sighing in frustration, my sister on the side came over, shook the No. 4 pick in her hand, looked at me with a dejected look, and couldn't help but cross a smile on the corner of her mouth: "I really didn't expect that we would meet so soon, brother." ”

"Yes, what an unexpected result, alas......" I held the No. 3 pick in my hand, eager to perform a big move and transfer the bag with the No. 2 pick in Seattle's hand.

My sister seemed to enjoy my distressed appearance, and her eternal iceberg-like eyes flashed with a doting and gentle look: "Don't worry, let's take a look at the exciting duel in front of us." ”

As she spoke, her eyes looked at Carlos and Seattleck, she had already seen that these two people had the strength of the pseudo-realm, and this battle was bound to be earth-shattering.

Seattlek, who drew the No. 2 lottery on the side, had already yelled excitedly, staring at Carlos with his eyes as if he was on fire, and the raging fighting spirit drove the surrounding air current, and even standing dozens of meters away, he could feel that his skin was like being burned by hot water vapor.

Seeing that Seattlek was already excited and even the pseudo-realm was about to move, I couldn't help but open it immediately and have a happy fight, I couldn't help but shake my head and sigh.

This guy, if he were to participate in any sports competition in the original world, he would definitely be considered doping and would be dragged out and disqualified, except for the national football team.

On the other hand, Carlos, in the face of Seattlek's devouring fighting spirit, he is still the same not salty, his hands are clenched to his chest, his eyes are calm, and his cold and absolutely confident look can make any handsome boy in a kimchi Korean drama ashamed to jump off the building - commit suicide.

Led by an old drunkard humming a ditty, the three of us stepped out of the ring and gave up the battlefield to two men.

The first game of the semi-finals, Carlos vs. Seattle, is about to start!!