Qian Yan's eyes were always on the young man's face. He still looked lazy, his eyes constantly observing the 11 cages covered with black cloth.
But after looking around, he replied: "No. 6."
No one was surprised that he would make a decision so quickly. This is A9.
"Player A9, are you sure you choose number 6?"
The young man answered simply without hesitation: "Sure."
The other cages sank into the ground and disappeared, leaving only No. 6. The black cloth was slowly uncovered, and it was no surprise that it was empty.
"Congratulations to player A9, you answered correctly and will be awarded 11,000 points."
Cage No. 6 sank into the ground and disappeared, and the boy was sent outside the venue.
It was like the sound of turning over playing cards to select players to play the game. Everyone had no time to cheer for the young man, and their whole body became tense due to this sound.
Players who have not played the game today may be drawn. This is simply the sound that determines life and death.
"How on earth did he do it?"
"It's incredible. All 11 cages are covered with black cloth. They are so far away. It's impossible to know what's going on inside, right?"
"So, he is really lucky."
The people conducting the discussion were the other members of the team standing with Qian Yan.
The young man had come from a distance. People around him were saying that he was very lucky, but he was not happy at all.
When the young man came over, everyone quickly held their breath.
They didn't understand why the young man's face looked so bad, as if someone owed him five million. His whole body was cold, as if he was dissatisfied with anyone.
"Exalted people all have a temper." Someone whispered.
The young man glanced at the man's position, and the man quickly shut up and looked at the young man with a little fear.
He didn't care about it and walked slowly past these people.
When he passed by Qian Yan, he couldn't help but stop for a moment, and his eyes swept over her face. This face was still so plain, as if he was just an ordinary person.
"You..." The boy didn't know what to ask this sickly girl for a moment.
Could it be that asking her why she looked at him with such a cold expression was that she was a little too middle-aged and too confident?
Jing Xiyuan's eyes were alert and he stood in front of Qian Yan: "I wonder what you want to do?"
In Jing Xiyuan's heart, he had already regarded Qianyan as his belongings, and it made him very uncomfortable to be looked at by others like this.
The young man glanced at Qian Yan, then at the possessive Jing Xiyuan, sneered, rolled his eyes, held his head high, and left with his trouser pockets in his pockets.
Jing Xiyuan looked unhappy. After the boy left, he said to Qian Yan: "It's better for us to stay away from this guy. Regardless of whether he is an old player or not, I'm afraid he will be unruly to you."
Qian Yan replied casually: "Okay."
"Yanyan, believe me, we will get out." Jing Xiyuan's face was full of assurance, "When we get out, we will get married."
"If you don't mind, we can get married here first." Jing Xiyuan added, whispering, "I'm really afraid of losing you."
There were already people hooting around, and Qian Yan had a rare faint smile in his eyes. This smile seemed to encourage Jing Xiyuan, and he looked at her expectantly, waiting for her answer.
"Let's talk after we get out. Now is not the time to talk about this." Qian Yan's voice was cold and weak.
Jing Xiyuan was not surprised by this result: "Okay, let's not talk about this now, we can get out."
Fang Qing stood in the corner, looking at Jing Xiyuan's affectionate look, and couldn't help but feel jealous.
Why is it that Jing Xiyuan always only has Ling Qianyan in his eyes?
This chapter has been completed!