"The deacon smiled, "Yes, young master."

"Then how do I participate?"

The deacon told Na Wuyue about the approximate situation of his charm and reputation, and Na Wuyue immediately understood, "I won't participate on behalf of anyone. Then I can only vote."

The deacon opened a crystal box with two tickets in it.

There is a golden ticket and a silver ticket.

Two tickets for gold and silver!

That's unprecedented.

Namoyue took a look at the golden ticket at first sight—

"Huh?" Nan Wuyue reached out and was about to touch the golden ticket, but was stopped by the deacon, "Young master, this ticket cannot be moved."

"What's the meaning?"

"This ticket is yours." The deacon picked up the silver ticket and immediately covered the crystal box.

Namoyue narrowed her eyes.

The deacon smiled, "Everyone has his own ticket, such as your status, and this silver ticket is unique."

"But I clearly saw that golden ticket..."

The deacon smiled and didn't say anything more.

Nam Wuyue tilted her head. Could anyone else have not come to the Spirit Fighting Conference?

Who was that golden ticket left for?

Na Wuyue glanced at the silver notes in her hand, and then looked at the ordinary paper notes in her hand. He immediately felt that the silver notes were really good.

"Twenty thousand points?" Namoyue opened the other side of the silver note, which had a value of 2ooo points written on it.

Everyone gasped!

Twenty thousand points!

It's actually a score of 20,000 points!

This ticket is priceless.

Xiao Mengluo widened her eyes, grabbed Bei Ming Luoyun's hand tightly, and looked at the man in the green shirt in the center, "Sister Yun'er, the ticket of the Young Master of the Underworld is actually worth 20,000 yuan.

If he votes for you, then you will be very close to Luo Qiyi."

Now Sister Yun'er's score is 695oo, plus the 20,000 points in Na Wuyue's hand, this is 895oo.

As for Luo Qi, it is only 50,000 now.

This is nearly half the score.

Wouldn't Sister Yuner appear to be superior at that time?

And it doesn't feel stress-free to win.

Bei Ming Luoyun stared at Nan Wuyue intently. She stood up and walked towards Nan Wuyue.

Standing in front of Namoyue, he was watched by everyone.

Everyone just thinks that a man and a man are beautiful, and a perfect match is a perfect match.

Bei Ming Luoyun has her own temperament, the arrogant temperament from the high-level 6. Her pink lips bent and she spoke very politely, "Young master, I am..."

"Bei Ming Luoyun! I have heard of it a little."

Bei Ming Luoyun didn't expect that Nan Wuyue had heard of her name, and she was moved in her heart.

"Your master is amazing. He is one of the twelve venerables in the divine realm. You are from the Heavenly Palace and are the only closed disciple under the Apocalypse.

Not only are he young and beautiful, but he is also amazing in strength and excellent in talent.”

"Young Master praised it." Bei Ming Luoyun felt that she didn't need to say more.

Na Wuyue said so clearly. Knowing her so clearly must have been secretly paying attention to her.

And what about Luo Qi?

What does she have to pay attention to?

The little god fox stayed in the snow drill space and could see everything outside clearly.

Damn it!

That dead boy from Na Wuyue...

Why is this happening?

He forgot how he was so mean to Qian Qian?

How can you praise Bei Ming Luoyun like this?

Even though others praise it like this...

But is Na Wuyue really causing trouble for Qianqian this time?
Chapter completed!