"Wanwan, what number did you get?" Yao Qianshu couldn't wait to see her lottery ticket.
The Second Prince said, "We got number 8."
"8?" Yao Qianshu was stunned.
He then burst into laughter.
"Okay, okay, number eight."
We won't lose too early.
Then, Yao Qianshu whispered in Lin Wanwan's ear, "Little sister, in a moment you should call the Emperor of Fengdu to come and help you, scare them to death."
Should we shout?
Lin Wanwan weighed the options in her mind for a moment.
Soon, sounds came from the arena again.
"The Summoning Tournament will be held over two days. Today's theme is 'Summoning the Wind and Rain,' and tomorrow's theme is 'Summoning the Gods.' The rankings will be revealed after the competition."
"Now, please welcome number one and number two to the stage."
Before long, the two spiritual root cultivators who had received the order stepped onto the arena.
Number one and number two are Beijiren and Beichenren, respectively.
After a brief moment of eye contact, the two began to act independently.
"Murong Nanxing, last time you came to my Northern Ji and stole our farming skills, this time I will take revenge!" the second man roared.
The first man, Murong Nanxing, brushed a strand of hair behind his ear and raised his delicate finger, saying, "Brother Lie, don't put it so harshly. What do you mean by 'steal'? That's called 'borrowing'!"
Dongfang Qinglie was disgusted by his effeminate words.
"Pah! Who's your brother Lie?"
"Ugly and shameless!!"
After saying that, he spread his legs to steady himself, then clasped his hands together and began to mutter incantations through his ferocious mouth, "From the heavens above, a god possesses me, by my command, fire!"
He pointed his finger at the ground, and a ball of fire appeared in front of him instantly, only to vanish in a flash.
He arrogantly withdrew his posture and stood aside.
The officials below the stage looked at him in amazement and praised him as a master.
Murong Nanxing twitched the corner of his mouth, then walked to the middle, pulled out a hair from his head, and solemnly blew it onto the ground.
"The wind obeys my will, by my command, swiftly as I command, annihilate... Dongfang Qinglie!"
After saying that, he pointed his finger at Dongfang Qinglie.
Startled, Dongfang Qinglie staggered back a large step.
But there was nothing there.
Laughter suddenly erupted in the room.
"Hahaha...Is this guy just here to make up the numbers?"
"Yeah, hahaha..."
"This is absolutely hilarious."
Dongfang Qinglie's face was extremely ugly. He immediately walked over to Murong Nanxing, who was laughing and bending over, grabbed his collar, and angrily said:
"Murong Nanxing, what do you mean? What are you doing here?"
Murong Nanxing drew a circle on his chest with her delicate fingers and said in a low voice, "Brother Lie, don't be angry. I had no choice but to accept the draw."
"I don't know how to do this one anymore~"
He tried to snuggle into Dongfang Qinglie's arms, which startled Dongfang Qinglie so much that he pushed Murong Nanxing away and took several steps back.
"You...you...get off!"
Oh, so it's a pair!
Lin Wanwan, accompanied by several princes, leaned over the edge of the arena, watching with great interest.
The regent had a long face.
pair?
They had agreed that their nephews shouldn't lead Lin Wanwan astray, but it turned out that Lin Wanwan was the one who led them astray!
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