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

“Little fool, when the time comes, you’ll know.” Dongfang Xuan dotingly hooked her charming straight little nose.

“I’m so looking forward to it.” Li Yaoyao smiled gorgeously.

The competition for four to advance out of seven finished, a month later was the drawing of lots.

After going through the previous eliminations, there were only four people left.

They were Su Luo, Nangong Liuyun, Li Aochen and Dongfang Xuan.

Now, these four people with no chance to draw an empty space anymore. Four people, four lots, there will be two matches with two people each match.

On the stage, everyone’s eyes were fixed on them.

Su Luo’s goal was second place, but what made her feel at a loss was that the three people across from her were all far stronger than her.

There was no need to mention Nangong Liuyun and Dongfang Xuan, Su Luo certainly couldn’t beat them.

In this group, Li Aochen’s strength was slightly weaker, Su Luo originally thought she could have a chance if she gave her all, but after she saw Li Aochen, she was stunned.

Tenth rank?

Not long ago, Li Aochen was still ninth rank, now, he unexpectedly was already tenth rank!

How could Su Luo, who held on to her wishful thinking, endure this?

This time, it was not the host who went up the stage to host the ceremony of drawing lots.

On the stage, Grandmaster Rong Yun sat on a spacious imperial tutor-style chair.

Dongfang Xuan’s original attitude was rampant, however this time, he had no choice but to restrain himself. He also didn’t dare use the unbridled gaze to size Su Luo up.

Grandmaster Rong Yun’s handsome face was calm as water, and he waved his hand leisurely: “Come up, one by one.”

Currently, there was a tray placed in front of Grandmaster Rong Yun. The four lots were neatly placed on this tray.

Four lots were placed there at random, but they were faced down, nobody could see what was written on them.

But if somebody were to knock against the table accidentally, everyone would know the letter on the lot. .

But with Grandmaster Rong Yun personally present, who would dare?

Although Grandmaster Rong Yun’s face looked kind, but his customary way of handing things were no different from the legendary master of Purgatory City. Both were firm and straightforward, ‘a wave of his hand annihilating everything’ type.

It’s no wonder that the arrogant and despotic Dongfang Xuan even restrained his attitude this time, standing on the side obediently.

“I’ll go first.” Dongfang Xuan took a step out.

Grandmaster Rong Yun seemed to have already anticipated this, his handsome eyebrows rose slightly, and made a please gesture.

Why Dongfang Xuan stood out, naturally, he had his own reasons.

If Su Luo was to go first, then there was a huge possibility she and Grandmaster Rong Yun had conspired to rig things. Like that, wouldn’t it give that loathsome girl the advantage?

Dongfang Xuan didn’t hesitate, and in passing, opened a lot.

Number four.

Dongfang Xuan directly selected the lot with number four on it.

According to the rules, number four lot would be battling number one lot.

In other words, as long as someone picked the number one lot, then that person’s opponent would be Dongfang Xuan.

Dongfang Xuan, even Nangong Liuyun had to call him Older Senior Brother, there was no need to doubt his strength.

But he rarely came out and moved about in the younger generation circles. Moreover, he didn’t make it to the last time’s Roaming Dragon List competition. So among the common people, his fame did not reach Luo Haoming’s and Nangong Liuyun’s level.

After Dongfang Xuan withdrew back, Li Aoming had a ghost of a smile at the corner of his lips. His gaze scanned past Su Luo’s body thoughtfully.

Su Luo glared at him rudely.

On the stage sat her master that was overprotective. She didn’t believe Li Aoming could do something out or order.

Li Aochen smiled darkly: “Since Brother Dongfang drew the first lot, then allow me to draw the second one.”

His petitioning gaze looked towards Grandmaster Rong Yun.

Grandmaster Rong Yun nodded his head casually without any opposing intent.

Su Luo’s face was as calm as water. To avoid arousing suspicion, she would have to go last anyway. It didn’t matter who drew before her, there was no difference for her.

Below the stage, the gaze Emperor Jing used to watch Su Luo, almost had his eyes popping out.

He never expected, the Su Luo he wasn’t optimistic about, could surmount all difficulties and enter the finals.