Home Xianxia The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss

  Chapter 1420 – Roaming Dragon List (18)

  Don’t know what changes would occur when 256 gold threads fused into 128. Su Luo was full of anticipation as she thought of this.

  But now, she didn’t have time, because the competition for fifty to advance into top twenty-five, was today.

  Just like the times before, this was still carried out through drawing lots.

  But considering all kinds of comments from before, this time, after the assistant judges had a discussion, they unanimously decided that they didn’t need Su Luo to personally draw lots.

  Wait until after everyone had finished drawing, the last remaining lot would be given to Su Luo. If it was like this, there wouldn’t be any dirty tricks right? No one could control this to use dirty tricks okay? After all, there were fifty people.

  After the host announced it, the spectators under the stage all felt it was fair, only then did their comments went down.

  Because Su Luo had won twice, and also because of all kinds of talks about dirty tricks, this time, a lot of people had bet on Su Luo’s win. In the end, it forcibly reduced Su Luo’s compensation rate to 1 for 0.1.

  If one was to bet five hundred grams of silver, in the end, one only earned fifty grams of silver. If she lost, then all the bets would be lost.

  If it was like that, a lot of people thought of Su Luo’s fifth rank strength…… They secretly muttered, athough Su Luo’s master was the head judge, he couldn’t do it so obviously right?

  Therefore, a lot of people once again turned to bet on Su Luo losing.

  Just in this kind of disorderly atmosphere, Su Luo stood on the stage.

  “Number seven.” Beichen Ying proudly shook the engraved plate in his hand in front of Su Luo.

  This time, they weren’t separated in groups of A and B, because altogether, there were only fifty people, so there simply was no need.

  This time’s rule was, number 1 was matched with number 50, 2 matched to 49, and so on. Beichen Ying’s number 7 was matched to number 44.

  Who was number 44? Su Luo cast a glance at the place opposite of Beichen Ying. She didn’t recognize that person but she seemed to have seen him once.

  Although she didn’t know who his opponent was, however, Su Luo knew why he would be so pleased with himself.

  In order to earn a fortune with his gambling, Beichen Ying had directly dispatched the mercenary union’s intelligence department. He sorted out all the information for the top fifty strong experts. He even gave it to Su Luo to have a look.

  The important people to pay attention to were all circled with a red pen. That person in front of Beichen Ying, at the moment, Su Luo swept by his name after one glance and it showed he wasn’t an important person. So, according to Beichen Ying’s strength, this fight was naturally a steady win.

  Lan Xuan and their group all had drawn good lots.

  Su Luo stood there like a statue, boredly watching the lots being drawn, one by one.

  Just when Su Luo was bored to death, a sinister gaze shot towards Su Luo. It immediately woke Su Luo up, giving her a thorny feeling.

  Su Luo subconsciously looked towards that figure.

  That was a graceful woman dressed in black from head to toe. Her figure was slim and elegant. However, she wasn’t able to see her face, because her entire face was covered by a screened hat. Dark muslin hung down all around the screened hat, mysterious and also somewhat strange.

  This Miss……was interesting. The corner of Su Luo’s mouth hooked into a shallow smile, if her luck was good, she hoped she would be fighting with her.

  “I hope I will fight with you!” When this Miss walked by Su Luo’s side, she threw out an ice-cold sentence in a threatening manner.

  Su Luo immediately started to laugh.

  If possible, she very much wanted it too.

  This would depend on luck.

  Su Luo personally looked and saw that the number the Miss in dark clothes with the screened hat held was number 13. If Su Luo wanted to battle with her, she needed to get number 38.

  13, 38…… These two were both unlucky numbers. Su Luo curled her mouth, in any case, she was unable to decide, she could let Heavens arrange things.

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