Douluo Ball Lottery Draw System

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  Facing with Ning Rongrong's complaint, Yang obviously had a little lack of confidence.

   Because, he forgot his promise...

It’s no wonder that Yang Ming is really too busy recently. He sleeps only four hours a day. The rest of the time, except eating, is basically invested in cultivation. Naturally, he will throw Ning Rongrong’s promise to become a girl. Nine Xiaoyun outside.

   Seeing Yang Ming pondering, Ning Rongrong looked very angry and said:

"Yang Ming, why not? I pay for the antidote to change back to girls. I was born in Qibao Liuli Zong. The most important thing is money. As long as you can make me back to girls, how much do you want? I will give you all!"

  Ning Rongrong didn't realize that when he said these words, he took a hint of whims.

She has always been spoiled by parents in Qibao Liuzong, and has never suffered such a big loss. Although she experienced a little bit of temper after experiencing the star forest, she inadvertently still showed the temper of Missy. .

  This includes thinking that you can buy everything you want with money.

  Yang Ming was quite guilty in her heart. When she said that, she was both angry and funny.

  It's annoying that Yang Ming thought that he and Ning Rongrong had become friends, but did not expect the other party to think that he was a profitable villain, plotting her money.

   The funny thing is that Yang Ming doesn't love money at all, he is not interested in money.

  In the eyes of Ning Rongrong's three-point and four-point look, Yang Ming waved his hand and said:

   "I don't accept your money."

  Ning Rongrong was anxious and thought Yang Ming would not agree.

  Since this time, she has been crazy by the torture of the boy.

Going to the toilet is a small problem. What's more troublesome is that she wakes up in the morning and finds that she is raising the national flag below, and when she often gets along with Xiaowu and Zhu Zhuqing, the two women always think of it, dreaming about being with Xiaowu Zhu Zhuqing. Do something shy.

   She feels that the whole person is bad!

"Yang Ming, our Qibao Liuli Zong is the richest sect of the whole continent. As long as you are willing to nod, I will not only give you money, but will also recommend you and my dad to recommend you to be a sect of Zongmen, and enjoy high standard treatment every year. how about it?"

   Yang Ming sighed in his heart and pressed his hands on Ning Rongrong's shoulders.

   A pair of star-like eyes, staring at Ning Rongrong's slightly panicked eyes, said:

   "This is not a question of money."

  As Ning Rongrong sank in his heart, he heard Yang Ming then say:

   "I treat you as a friend, of course I won't charge you money."

   "Equal to each other and fair to each other. Isn't that the so-called friend?"

   When the sound of the last sentence just fell, the system prompt sounded in Yang Ming's ear:

"Ding!"

   "Congratulations to the host for speaking the classic lines of the blue sea, and getting a chance to draw, is the lottery roulette started?"

   The azure sea is a very hot funny fan recently at station b. It looks like a passionate story about swimming, but it is a funny fan full of beauty.

   The funny things cannot always be inferred by common sense. Yang Ming believes that he is lucky, and he decisively chose the lottery.

   A weird virtual roulette appeared in Yang Ming's retina. The chassis was painted with passion purple, and weird patterns were painted around it. Question marks were all displayed in the grid. Before we could draw it, we could not see anything.

   After clicking to start, the pointer rotates quickly and stays under Yang Ming's intense gaze.

  Friendship♂Soap: Use it in the bath to make it happen ♂

   I always feel that the style is a bit strange.

   Yang Ming thought about it for a while, and it was not surprising that this was a passionate and funny one.

  Yang Ming used his right hand as a cover for his pocket, took out this piece of soap, and handed it to Ning Rongrong, saying:

   "When you take a shower in the bathroom, use it to wipe the body, you can restore the daughter."

   Ning Rongrong blinked his eyes wide, looked at Yang Ming, and then looked at the soap in his palm. His mouth opened slightly, revealing an o-shape.

   Just put a note on his face and write a large line of characters on it:

  Aren’t you teasing me?

   With a heavy heart, Ning Rongrong doubted it, and finally chose to believe that Yang Ming would not deceive her, and immediately turned and ran to the dormitory.

   She was fed up with a boy!

  After a short break, Yang Ming returned to the playground to continue practicing.

   Now, Yang Ming's soul power has reached level 30, and he only needs to obtain a matching soul ring to enter the realm of soul respect.

  Yang Ming was not in a hurry.

  It's still the same sentence, you need to harden your iron!

   Yang Ming didn’t want to get a character like the Black Emperor that made him a headache. Only by setting aside more himself and laying a solid foundation can he fly higher when taking off.

   As time went by, there were more people on the playground.

   Watching Yang Ming working hard, others were unwilling to exercise, and they all exercised one after another, and the whole playground was in full swing.

   An excellent person can drive a group of people to be excellent.

It is like a news report that a roommate in a university dormitory is struggling to get Tsinghua University. His former roommates have quit the habit of playing games and playing mahjong, and joined him in the army of postgraduates. The students were admitted to Tsinghua University.

   On the edge of the playground, Dean Flander looked at this scene with a smile, and proudly said to Master Yu Xiaogang:

   "Yang Ming deserves to be the student I taught!"

   The corners of Master's mouth twitched faintly. Flander had boasted with him for a long time when he had just eaten. Now he hears him saying that he always feels awkward in his heart.

   Yes, he admits that Yang Ming is very good.

   However, Tang San, who I taught by hand, is not inferior to Yang Ming!

  Thinking like this, the master pondered for a moment, saying:

   "Otherwise~www.ltnovel.com~ Let's make a bet?"

   "Oh?" Flander was puzzled. He didn't know what medicine his old friend sold in the gourd. He asked: "You talk about the content of gambling first, and I will consider whether or not to bet with you."

   Old fox!

  Both are smart people, and Yu Xiaogang didn't hide, he said frankly:

   "We just gamble, seven of them will have a fight with Yang Ming, who wins and loses?"

   Flander's eyes narrowed, a flash of light flashed through his eyes, saying:

   "Yes, I bet Yang Ming wins, what are you going to take out?"

   "Whoever loses, invites the other party to eat one year. How?"

"Row!"

   The two obviously had a comparison in their hearts. No one was convinced in their hearts. They thought that the students they cultivated were better than the other, and they soon reached a gamble.

   As Flander planned to talk to Yang Ming about the situation, a shadow came from a distance.

  Ning Rongrong, who turned back to her daughter, wore a one-piece white dress, which looked extraordinarily pure and touching, and gave Yang Ming a big hug.

   "Thank you, Yang Ming."

   (Well...something is deleted after writing, let me make up my mind)