"I'll do it first!"

Wen Yang came to the lottery box with excitement and said silently:

"Don't draw Zhongdianman, don't draw Zhongdianman!

As long as you don’t hit the fat man, you can hit anyone for me.

God bless you, win me!"

Wen Yang reached out and pulled out a signature, and couldn't wait to open it and watch it.

It clearly says ‘No. 8’.

"What's going on? Why is it so unlucky?"

Wen Yang turned around and looked at Dian Man with a look of disgust and said:

"Fatty, you are the first round.

Do you think I've been carrying my luck home?"

Dianman grinned:

“Isn’t this just right?

I've long wanted to fight you with real swords and guns!"

Wen Yang sighed:

"But in this case, at least one of us can't advance to the top five."

Dianman's voice said:

"It doesn't matter. With our strength, there will always be a day to stand out."

Seeing that Dianman has such a good mentality, Wenyang no longer has any worries and has made up his mind to fight Dianman in the last battle.

The other candidates couldn't help but feel relieved when they saw that the two favorites were divided into a group.

Although they believe that their strength is not weak, it is always a good thing to avoid seed players.
Chapter completed!