Spoiling his wife too much: This villain is too gentle

Chapter 18 Lottery
In the early morning of the next day, Luo Qi came to her with a big bag of things, and left in a hurry because of something.

Ye Shurong was a little speechless, Luo Qi actually forgot to put things into the space device, and ran here with this pile of things in her arms.

After Luo Qi left, Ye Shurong opened the things she gave.

Sure enough, they were all small items scavenged from various places.

Small bracelets woven by elves, toy puppets made by artisans, pink hair ribbons...

Ye Shurong locked them into a small wooden box dumbfounded, she had several boxes like this.

She was uncommonly relaxed and looked a little happy.

Although she doesn't need those little things, the feeling of being cared for is really good...

When she and Mengtai arrived at the martial arts field, almost everyone had already arrived, and most of them had bad eyes. Who told them to pass it so easily?
Luo Qi had already arrived, she raised her eyebrows at Ye Shurong, smiled, and then began to speak.

"Okay, I won't say much today. Each person draws a card, and the one with the same number is the opponent. They will compete in order."

It was rare that Luo Qi didn't talk a lot, and even the stern Teacher Chu gave her a surprised look.

Mengtai was a little nervous holding the card in her hand, carefully squinting one eye to flip through the card.

"I'm number seven, how about you?" Mengtai got a not-so-bad number.

Ye Shurong took out the card, it was empty, she turned it over, but there was still no number.

"Those who get empty cards hand in their cards, it's a bye for this round! Who told you that there are only 47 people left."

Luo Qi's words were very timely, and some caring people saw her give Elisa a meaningful look.

Ye Shurong handed in the card very calmly, ignoring the twitching corners of other people's mouths and the burning eyes of a certain girl.

"I want to report, there is a shady scene!" Someone shouted impatiently.

How can there be such a coincidence, it is precisely this girl who doesn't even go to training.

"Shadow?" Luo Qi brushed her golden chestnut hair, her charming voice made the boy who spoke blush.

"If there is really a shady scene, some of you would have been thrown into the Illusory Poison Forest by me long ago, and there is still a chance to be a demon here?"

She looked at the cute girl behind the boy.

"Luck is also a part of strength. If you don't have that luck, rely on strength! Don't make irresponsible remarks all day long!"

Rocky seemed a little annoyed, showing emotion.

Chu Chen knew Luo Qi very well, knew her character, and couldn't let her continue.

"The three stations start the competition at the same time, listen to the referee's order to play, and are not allowed to use weapons that have been blessed by others or purchased spells and other items that are not made by themselves. The competition can cause injury but not death."

The Yi clan teacher's words are still so concise.

Ye Shurong saw that the originally closed stone platforms were separated again, and still only used three stone platforms.

There were two black-clothed referees on the side of the stage, and the protective cover of the stone platform was opened.

Ye Shurong felt as if she had nothing to do with her, could she go first?

She turned her head to look at Mengtai, Mengtai understood her meaning in seconds, and instantly showed a pitiful look.

"Xiao Rong, I'll be here soon..." Meng Tai twisted the corner of her clothes.

"Okay... although it's useless for me to stay."

"Xiao Rong, you are the best! If you stay, I will feel stronger to fight!"

What kind of nonsense is this?But Ye Shurong still found a place to sit in the stands next to him, and watched the competition without much interest.

This kind of sparring is too gentle, it makes people want to sleep.

Suddenly, she finally had a little interest in her eyes, this Su Zhao must be from the same line as Lin Jin.

His hands are neat and miraculous, with a bit of politeness and nobleness, and his sword movements are elegant but unrelenting.

This is the typical style of play of the line of sword masters known as the battle nobles.

The people around cheered excitedly, many students who were fine came, and some girls from the auxiliary department of the sub-campus looked at the people on the stage with stars in their eyes.

I really don't understand these people, don't you feel that your brain hurts from the noise?

And no matter how loud you yell, once the protective cover is opened, the people inside can't hear anything.

(End of this chapter)