At this time, the signature number in Su Luo's hand had already been known to others.
No. 11!
"Su Luo drew number 11, so His Royal 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 swept across his face.
In fact, both lots here are number 11, which means that no matter how Nangong Liuyun draws, he will get number 11 and fight with Su Qing.
Then Su Luo's opponent became Anye Xin.
With Su Luo's current strength, she doesn't even need to fight Anye Xin, she can just admit defeat.
Only by facing Su Qing can there be a glimmer of hope.
All those sticks were made by Master Rong Yun, but Nangong Liuyun keenly felt that there was something wrong with one of them, and he 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 picked No. 7 before.
Otherwise, if Nangong Liuyun had drawn number seven, then Su Luo wouldn't have needed to get a signature at all, because everyone in the world knew that she only had one opponent left, and that person's name was Anye Xin.
Who was plotting against her? Who wanted her to confront Anye Xin? Su Luo's eyes swept around, but she was not sure.
There are many people who want her dead, but not many have the ability to do such a thing.
Compared to Su Luo's slightly conflicted emotions, Su Qing was simply overjoyed.
She walked up to Su Luo arrogantly, her eyes squinting with provocation: "Su Luo, you won't run away from the battlefield, will you?"
"Deserting? Su Qing, are you talking about yourself?" Although Su Luo was absent-minded, it was her instinct to be sharp-tongued.
"You—" Su Qing's face flushed red with anger. She swung her sleeves and snorted, "Su Luo, I'll give you one more day to live!"
After saying this, Su Qing walked away in a triumphant manner.
After the draw, the competition started the next day, with one game per day. Su Qing's number was 1, so the thirteen to seven match started with the two of them first.
When Su Qing walked away from the fighting stage, he looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a frosted face standing in front of him. He was so excited that he could hardly control himself.
"Qing'er, Qing'er, is it really you?" Su Zian's eyes were slightly red with excitement.
His beloved daughter Su Qing returned with glory, which made Su Zian, who had suffered a lot from Su Luo, very excited.
Su Zian's lips trembled with excitement: "Qing'er, why haven't you been home in these years? A lot of changes have happened at home, you..."
"What happened at home?" Su Qing's expression changed slightly.
She was so absorbed in repairing the chain and her hatred for Su Luo that she never asked about her family's affairs. She always thought her family was well behaved.
"Your mother and brother have become paralyzed on one side of their bodies because of Su Luo. It has been two years and it seems that they can't afford to suffer any more. Come back with dad to see them." Su Zian pulled Su Qing up and turned around and left without saying a word.
Su Qing was worried about her family's comfort, so she strode away with Su Zian.
Looking at their powerful backs, Su Luo's brows gradually furrowed.
"Didn't you draw your favorite number? Why, are you still not happy?" Nangong Liuyun pinched Su Luo's nose lovingly with a smile on his face.
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