Zi Yan shook her head, unsteadily, she stood up from in front of the prize-drawing machine and was about to leave: âIn any case, I wonât be able to draw anything, so may as well not draw anymore. Really cannot continue to lose face....â
Before Zi Yan could leave, Beichen Ying grabbed her, stopping her. He pulled her back to in front of the prize-drawing machine. Using an upright tone, he said: âDraw! Must draw! If youâve finished drawing all your chances, there is still mine! Iâll give you my portion, this grandpa doesnât believe your luck can be bad to that degree!â
Su Luo also urged: âBeichen Ying is right, if you still canât draw anything, Iâll give you my portion too.â
Zi Yanâs heart was moved, so she bit her teeth and nodded: âThen, then Iâll just draw this last chance. If I donât get anything, then I really wonât draw again!â
Finished speaking, Zi Yan carefully pressed the start button. Her gaze stared firmly at the numbers that rolled across the screen.
These numbers were fast as lightning, before people could see, they clearly flashed by. If someone was to calculate the number then pressed the stop button, that would also be futile.
âWhat number do you want to draw?â Su Luo smilingly asked.
âDonât know, as long as itâs not number 99. The rest, I like them all.â Zi Yanâs hope had already been placed very low.
âIf you could draw number 7, then that would be good...â Su Luo looked at the shelf and said in a low tone.
Number 7 on the shelf was Liu Guang Sword, second only to Cheng Ying and Chi Xiao, an exceptional good sword. Moreover, it was a wind attribute sword which was most suitable for Beichen Ying.
Beichen Ying unhappily humphed: âDo you think her luck would be that good? I donât believe it.â
Su Luo spread out both hands: âWho knows, the Gods always like to surprise people.â
Now, Zi Yanâs gaze was staring fixedly at the screen, unblinking. In the end, she took a deep breath, tightly closed her eyes, and afterwards, her finger pressed down heavily on the stop button.
One only heard a heavy sound, and the rolling numbers gradually began to slow down. It stopped in the end.
When she saw the number it finally stopped at, Su Luo speechlessly rubbed her chin... when did her mouth become so effective?
Beichen Ying silently looked at that number, then silently looked at Su Luo. He wanted to say something, but didnât know what to say.
Only Zi Yan, when she saw the number on the screen, her entire person almost jumped up. She shot towards Su Luo with flying speed and gave her a tight bear hug. She encircled Su Luo in her arms and jumped up and down excitedly: âLuo Luo! Itâs not number 99! This time, it really isnât number 99! Wow!!!â
âThatâs right. Itâs not number 99, but rather number 7. The first 11 times of bad luck was just for this timeâs good fortune. Quickly, go pick up the prize.â Su Luo laughingly patted Zi Yan on the shoulder.
âOkay, okay, okay!!!â Zi Yan fiercely nodded. Afterwards, skipping around, she walked to in front of the shelf, âNumber 7 is more towards the front, donât know what good thing it is.â
While speaking, Zi Yan also looked at Li Aochen provocatively.
Li Aochen, panting in rage, turned his face away and said in an ice-cold tone: âDrawing 12 times before getting a treasure, whatâs so prideworthy about it?â
Zi Yan unhurriedly retorted back: âYou donât even have the qualification to draw 12 times, what position do you have to look down upon me?â
âYou!â Li Aochen was immediately choked off, with nothing to say. Because in fact, he didnât have the capital nor qualification to draw 11 times. Even if he was jealous, it was still in vain. Also, because of this, Li Aochenâs heart was full of more fire.
âNumber 7, number 7.....wow, Liu Guang Sword ah!â Zi Yan screeched in surprise, âWind attribute Liu Guang Sword, such a beautiful sword!â