"Please, tail, please, please." Leng Mingshuohan prayed in his heart. His desire had never been so strong, and his face turned pale with nervousness.
"Heads, it must be heads, I can't lose her again. Please." Zuo Lan Yinche looked at the tossed coin nervously, with red eyes.
"Zuo Lan?" Bits and pieces of her time with Zuo Lan Yinche appeared in Jinxi's mind, and she smiled with satisfaction, and then the figure of Leng Mingshuohan stumbled into her mind. "Han?" Jinxi
Frowning, the two people smiled at her in unison. Jinxi fell into confusion again and could only put her hope on coins.
"Forget it, you decide." Jin Xi let out a long sigh of relief. The one-half choice was really difficult, and it really made everyone feel suffocated.
Canyu Yueli looked meaningfully at Leng Mingshuohan. The man she once liked was now competing with another equally outstanding man for her sister.
"Brother Han, bless you." Canyu Yueli slowly closed her eyes and silently blessed Leng Mingshuohan. Her dislike of him stems from love. She has always been jealous, but now she can finally
Relieved. Because, she has her him.
"Sister, I wish you happiness." Since when did he, Canyu Weiyang, lose the qualification to compete? Now he can only watch his good brothers compete for the sister he once liked.
"Don't be cold." An Xiaoyu came here quietly, hid aside silently, and nervously looked at the coin that Jin Xi threw into the air.
"Muran Jinxi, if you die, no one will fight with me," An Xiaoyu said fiercely, picked up the dagger and rushed towards Jinxi. Jinxi's attention was on the coin. She had no idea at all.
Xiaoyu's actions.
"An Xiaoyu." Leng Mingshuohan kicked the dagger away from An Xiaoyu's hand. What a pity, what a pity, the dagger slipped onto Jin Xi's skin. Although the injury was not serious, blood spurted out and was very bloody.
"Jin Xi." Zuo Lan Yinche rushed up like crazy. "I'm fine." Jin Xi shrugged his shoulders. At this moment, the coin fell to the ground. In an instant, everyone's heartbeats stopped.
"What's this?" The coin bounced away, and An Xiaoyu was so excited that he threw it into the sewer... "Muran Jinxi, don't linger around anymore." An Xiaoyu was about to rush up and slap Jinjin.
Xi slapped.
"Pa." Before his hand fell, Leng Mingshuohan slapped An Xiaoyu in the face. "That's enough." Leng Mingshuohan coldly swept An Xiaoyu's face, and An Xiaoyu lay on the ground with heartache.
She tried so hard, but it still didn't work? She staggered up and walked towards the door as if she had lost her soul. Jin Xi looked at An Xiaoyu's back helplessly as if he was about to speak but couldn't speak.
"Jin Xi, your choice?" Zuo Lan Yinche swallowed his saliva, as if he was afraid of hearing that answer, but also seemed to hear that answer.