At this time, the lottery number in Su Luo's hand was already known.
No. 11!
"Su Luo drew number 11, so His Highness Prince Jin must have drawn number 9!"
Many people shouted loudly.
But no one noticed the beads of sweat rolling down the host's forehead, or the chill that Nangong Liuyun felt swept across his face.
In fact, the two lots here are both number 11, which means that no matter how Nangong Liuyun draws, he will always draw number 11, and he will fight Su Qing.
Then Su Luo's opponent will be An Yexin.
With Su Luo's current strength, against An Yexin, he wouldn't even fight, he could just admit defeat.
Only against Su Qing, there is still a glimmer of hope.
Those lottery tickets were all made by Master Rong Yun, but Nangong Liuyun keenly felt that there was something wrong with one of the lottery tickets, and discovered the problem after investigation.
That's why Nangong Liuyun destroyed the problematic No. 11 pick at the critical moment. In this way, the remaining No. 11 pick proved that Nangong Liuyun had taken No. 7 before.
Otherwise, if Nangong Liuyun had taken the number seven, Su Luo would not have needed to get the lottery at all, because everyone in the world knew that there was only one opponent left for her, and that person's name was An Yexin.
Who is plotting against her behind her back? Who wants her to confront An Yexin? Su Luo's eyes glanced around, but she was not sure in her heart.
There were many people who wanted her dead, but not many who had the ability to do such a thing.
Compared with Su Luo's slightly tangled emotions, Su Qing was simply overjoyed.
She walked up to Su Luo arrogantly, her eyes squinting provocatively: "Su Luo, you won't run away from the battle, will you?"
"Escape from battle? Su Qing, are you talking about yourself?" Although Su Luo was absent-minded, it was instinct to speak eloquently.
"You——" Su Qing's face turned red with anger. She tossed her sleeves and snorted, "Su Luo, I'll give you one more day to live!"
After saying this, Su Qing left in a majestic manner.
After the lottery was drawn, the competition started on the second day, one game per day, and Su Qing's number was 1, so the two of them started the competition from thirteen to seven.
When Su Qing walked away from the fighting platform, he looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a dusty face standing in front of him. At this time, he was so excited that he could not control himself.
"Qing'er, is Qing'er really you?" Su Zian's eyes turned red with excitement.
His precious daughter Su Qing returned in all her glory, which made Su Zian, who had suffered a lot from Su Luo, extremely excited.
Su Zian's lips trembled with excitement: "Qing'er, why haven't you come home in the past few years? Many changes have happened at home, you..."
"What happened at home?" Su Qing's expression changed slightly.
She was immersed in her cultivation and her hatred of Su Luo. She never asked about her family's affairs. She always thought that her family would be very nice.
"Your mother and brother were paralyzed by Su Luo for two years. It seems that they can't hold on any longer. Please go back with your father to see them." Su Zian pulled Su Qing and turned away without saying a word.
Su Qing was worried about the comfort of her family, so she strode away with Su Zian.
Looking at their backs, Su Luo's eyebrows gradually furrowed.
"Didn't I get the number you like? Why, you're still not happy?" Nangong Liuyun pinched Su Luo's nose lovingly, with a smile on his face.