Ten minutes ago, Xu Milu was basking in her own smugness about her creative idea of ​​collecting prints to find blind boxes. Ten minutes later, all she wanted to do was travel back in time and recreate the version of herself that decided to create blind boxes.

She and Nezha squatted on the peach tree like monkeys, using the dense peach petals to hide their figures. The lake was crowded with boats, all filled with guests eager to collect stamps from her.

The White Impermanence, leaning on his mourning staff, was drunk, his face a sinister, terrifying green, resembling the black and white duo of vengeful spirits, his entire body exuding a chilling aura.

"Madam Xu... Madam Xu, where are you... Madam Xu, uh uh uh—I opened thirty-seven blind boxes, why haven't I won anything even once... why have I only gotten some broken stones and scraps of cloth... uh uh uh..."

The drunken Huang Sanlang reverted to his original form, a long, thin weasel that imitated human-like bipedal walking, its black, beady eyes gleaming with an eerie light.

"Lady Xu—come out here—Lady Xu—where is the stamp—Lady Xu—Lady Xu, hee hee hee hee—this little demon opened a hundred blind boxes and didn't get anything hee hee hee hee hee—"

The siren, who was usually known for her elegance and beauty, grinned, revealing a set of sharp teeth, and then smashed a certain unfortunate peach tree in half with a hammer:

"Lady Miru, I'm so sorry, I really want the Fairy Silk! Please! Just tell me which blind box contains Fairy Silk! I won't tell anyone!"

A group of ghostly figures, seemingly devoid of consciousness and zombies, had only the concepts of "blind boxes" and "stamps" in their minds. The resentment emanating from them was just like that of players who wanted to strangle a certain game planner.

—What could be worse than facing a group of players on the verge of exploding?

That means facing a group of drunk and unreasonable victims of blind boxes.

"Gulp."

Xu Milu clung to the tree, determined never to climb down, no matter what.

"They must have misunderstood something. The fun of blind boxes is in opening them yourself. I don't know what's inside each blind box, so asking me won't help!"

The odds of winning were set by Xiaoqi, and the items inside were all random. Heaven knows how these people couldn't even win a decent item.

But if she goes down now, she'll definitely be dragged to the river and drowned by these drunkards.

Also, just how unlucky is Huang Sanlang? He didn't win anything after a hundred draws?! Isn't he Huang Xian'er?!

Nezha glanced at her, seemingly puzzled: "They're just some minor demons. With our combined cultivation, we can easily defeat them. Why are we cowering here?"

Xu Milu climbed up a bit, feeling a little safer before answering his question:

"No, no, no, you don't understand. We're facing a group of players who have done nothing with ten or even a hundred consecutive draws. Their resentment is heavier than that of ghosts. If I go down there, I'll definitely be drowned."

"It's not just certain, it's absolutely certain they'll be dragged to the river and drowned!"

Suddenly, a voice came from above the two people. Xu Milu looked up and saw Mo Xuan, who had transformed into a small black snake, huddled on the tree and slithered down the branch—she could actually see a hint of joy at surviving a disaster on the snake's face.

"It was just a little trick to find the box, but these people actually thought they had to fight to get the stamp. Poor little demon had just had a piece of his tail tip burned off by the Good Fortune Boy, and then he ran into my stubborn cousin. Without saying a word, he took out his weapon and wanted to fight me. It took the little demon a lot of effort to escape—oh no, what's wrong with the Third Prince here too! Awooooo!"

Mo Xuan was limp and listless, as if he had been hit by frost. After seeing Nezha squatting next to Xu Milu, he simply rolled his eyes and fainted, belly up.

It looks just like a giant mudfish.

"Does this little dragon also have markings on its body?"

Nezha grabbed the little black snake by the tail and swung it around. Surprisingly, a white jade seal actually came out. He nodded in satisfaction and pressed it onto the invitation, completely ignoring Mo Xuan, who had fainted from fright and returned to human form.

Xu Milu: "..."

What was she thinking, deciding to play a blind box game with a bunch of drunken lunatics?

And what's with this winning rate? What about the gifts she put into the blind box?

"Hehehehe! Madam Xu is in the peach tree!!"

"Madam Xu—Madam Xu—"

"Found her! Miss Milu is in the tree!"

"Milu-sama!!!"

An arrow whizzed past, grazing Xu Milu's ear and embedding itself in a tree. The "culprit," squeezed into the crowd, playfully stuck out its tongue at her.

"Hehe, I also think this game is a lot of fun, so I joined! Sorry, sorry! Leave the security tasks to Overland!"

"You're so cute, Lola!! You're in charge of security, don't you remember??? Don't try to act cute like a young girl when you're hundreds of years old, you bastard!!"

Xu Milu was almost driven crazy by her bad friend, but looking at the slowly gathering drunkards, she and Nezha exchanged a glance and made a decision at the same time.

The next second, Nezha kicked Mo Xuan away without hesitation, while Xu Milu shouted at the group of people:

"He has a seal on him!"

It's you I've chosen, Mo Xuan!!

She will remember your sacrifice!

Sure enough, the guests, who both loved and hated blind boxes, were drawn to this statement. Their eyes lit up, and like a pack of wolves chasing a lone antelope, they swarmed out.

...

...

Poor Mo Xuan had just recovered from the dizziness of the spinning world when he found himself flying, with a group of green-eyed guests chasing after him.

Mo Xuan: "..."

屮! !

I got scammed!!

He went back and ate all the spirit fruits in the shop!

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