Douluo Ball Lottery Draw System

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   After accidentally whispering pleasantly, Ning Rongrong suddenly covered his mouth with both hands, and a touch of red spread from the long neck to the root of the ear. His head was buried deep in his chest, and he wished to drill his head into the floor seam.

  Yang Ming also suddenly discovered that Tang San and others looked at him and Ning Rongrong with a weird look.

   The eyes seemed to say: You have something.

  Yang Ming couldn't stand them, and scratched his cheek involuntarily, saying:

   "I have no melon in the rain!"

  By now, the system is here to join in the fun.

"Ding!"

   "Congratulations to the host for saying the classic line of the prince of Pleasure Little Fairy Amusement, get a chance to draw, whether to start the lottery roulette."

  Ba La La Xiao Xian Xian is a children's drama, telling a strange and strange experience of a group of bells and whistles, anyway, Yang Ming didn't understand what the film said.

  If it is in peacetime, Yang Ming is still very happy to get a chance to win a lottery, but now, he can’t wait to pull the system out and beat it.

   What fun?

  In this small village on the border, the materials are poor and there is nothing good to eat. After a simple dinner, everyone returns to their houses and prepares to take a rest.

   Seeing Yang Ming also preparing to go back to the room, Xiao Wu looked at Yang Ming and Ning Rongrong suspiciously. They always felt that the two of them were carrying themselves today and did something shameful.

  Well, when girls are, their intuition is terrible, especially when catching the third year.

   Of course, neither Xiaowu nor Ning Rongrong thought of themselves as a third.

  After all, Yang Ming doesn't have a definite girlfriend right now. Everyone is playing fair, and those who are capable are superior.

  Three steps and two steps of the small dance, stepped forward and hugged Yang Ming from behind.

   "Brother, wait a minute."

"what happened?"

   When Yang Ming looked back, he saw that Xiaowu's scorpion braid was upturned, and Xiaowu's coquettish voice said:

   "After a day of rushing, my legs are sore and dying, brother, can you rub my legs."

   "No."

  Yang Ming didn't feel affectionately, and refused simply.

   Xiao Wu's mouth was almost able to hang an oil bottle, Yang Ming couldn't stand her pitiful gaze offensive, and immediately said:

   "I can give you a sore calf by playing a forgetful song."

   "I don't want this!"

  I saw that Yang Ming was so wood, I didn't understand my meaning at all. Xiaowu immediately turned to cloudy, stomped on her feet, and ran back to the room angrily.

   Watching Xiao Wu walking vigorously and bringing a gust of wind, Yang Ming was lost.

  Isn't the good leg sore?

   How can I walk so fast?

   Ning Rongrong laughed secretly in his heart, feeling that his previous embarrassment had eased a lot.

   One room for boys and another room for girls.

  Ning Rongrong just opened the door, and saw a dark shadow pounced on himself, fast.

   Ning Rongrong was shocked and just wanted to avoid it, but she was just an assistant soulmaker after all, and her on-the-spot ability was a little worse after all.

   When the shadow came closer, Ning Rongrong could see clearly that it was a little dance. She threw Ning Rongrong down, put her calf on Ning Rongrong's abdomen, her mouth wide, showing a row of shell teeth.

   The little dance looked angry, with a slightly sour tone, saying:

   "Rong Rong, what did you do to your brother, why did your brother listen to you, but not my words?"

  Ning Rongrong was proud in seeing Xiao Wu's slick look with a pair of claws.

  In many real stories, the men and women who grew up in childhood have often not developed into male and female friends, more like good buddies than couples.

   There are often many reasons for this. Perhaps it is too familiar to start with, or it is too understanding of each other, and there is no freshness.

   Usually in front of Yang Ming, Xiao Wu is more like a sticky sister, and does not know how to use Yang Ming's straight male personality.

  However, Ning Rongrong is different.

  This is the difference between the two.

  At this point, Ning Rongrong's mouth slightly raised a proud arc, even if you came first in Xiaowu?

   Come early, why not come by coincidence!

   Ning Rongrong blinked playfully towards Xiaowu, with a hint of victorious voice, saying:

"You guess?"

   Little dance is so mad, but I can't take Ning Rongrong, I can only be bored in my life.

   As we all know, the partition has ears.

   What's more, the sound insulation of this hotel is poor, and the boy's room next door is very clear.

  Oscar has long had no affection for Ning Rongrong. Anyone who sees the goddess in their minds as someone's licking dog will silently forget this feeling.

   Oscar frowned at Yang Ming and said strangely:

   "Yo, good brother, my ankle is sprained, I'm chanting on the back?"

   Oscar squeezed her throat deliberately, her voice as sharp as the eunuch, and pinched her orchid finger, how come she came.

   Tang San and Dai Mubaiqiang resisted the smile, just holding back and feeling uncomfortable, his shoulders trembling slightly.

   Ma Hongjun covered his stomach directly and sighed on the bed with a breathless smile.

  Yang Ming looked black, and a golden ripple rippled from his back. A green bamboo came out.

   Yang Ming held this dog bar with one hand and hummed:

   "Xiao Ao, fat man, I think you two are itchy. Would you like to try my dog-stick technique?"

   Oscar and Ma Hongjun suddenly changed color and waved hands again and again.

  No words for a night.

  After a restful night at the hotel, Yang Ming and his party continued to set off.

   It's just that Ning Rongrong hasn't dared to look directly at Yang Ming since just now. Whenever he thinks about what happened yesterday, his ears will still get hot.

   Really ashamed!

  At this time, they had walked out of the border of the Kingdom of Barak and entered the territory of the Kingdom of Silves.

   A group of people marched all the way to the northeast ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ all the way to the capital of Silves, the southern capital of the Kingdom of Silves.

   Now, with Yang Ming’s investment, Shrek College’s funds are still sufficient. Dean Flander will naturally not suffer the children and chose a comfortable hotel to stay.

   Seeing Flander's sudden modification, he was willing to spend a lot of money, and everyone was slightly surprised.

   Of course, at dinner, Flander finally saw the poor.

   With a smile, Flander picked up the wine glass in front of him and said:

   "Having been on the road for two days, everyone has worked hard. Please have a good meal today."

   After finishing the talk, he took the lead in pouring wine into his belly and warmly entertained everyone to eat food.

  Everyone has been hungry for a long time.

   After three rounds of wine and five flavors, Flander wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth and said to everyone:

   "This Silves city also has a big soul fighting field. You can go to the event tonight, you don't need to participate in all the soul fighting, to avoid affecting tomorrow's itinerary, just join the group fighting soul."

   Obviously, after the last Soto Arena, Flander was a little obsessed with gambling.

   Um... went to the wool of Soto City again.

   Everyone laughed secretly in their hearts, and did not mean to tear through him.