The Demonic King Chases His Wife

At this time, the numbers had almost all been drawn out, but that number 38 still hadn’t been drawn, it still lay inside the box, unmoving. Why was Su Luo so certain like this? Because there still wasn’t anyone opposite of that girl clothed in black with a screened hat. At this moment, her pair of vicious eyes was staring at her without regard for others.

Although she wasn’t able to clearly see that face under the screened hat, but Su Luo was more or less able to guess who this person was.

At this moment, there were still two numbers lying in the chest.

That hefty man walked up, cast a glance at Su Luo and then extended his hand into the chest.

Su Luo’s eyes half-narrowed, she wished this person could leave the number 38 for her. Although the number didn’t sound good, but if she could personally dispose of that person, she wouldn’t care if the number didn’t sound good. Orıginal content can be found at novel⚑fire.net

When that hefty big man took out the number and handed it over to the host, the host loudly announced: “Number 38.”

Su Luo was immediately depressed!

The person who was even more depressed than Su Luo was that girl dressed in black.

The gaze she shot towards Su Luo was ferocious, wishing she was able to pounce on Su Luo and tear her into pieces.