"Then let's see if you have the luck." Beichen Ying hummed, obviously waiting to see Zi Yan make a fool of herself.
"We'll see." Zi Yan rolled her eyes at him, turned around, reached out and quickly pressed the start button.
Then, countless numbers rolled rapidly in front of Zi Yan's eyes.
These numbers do not go from 0 to 99 in a regular pattern, but are constantly changing, making it difficult to calculate.
"It all depends on your luck." Su Luo spread her hands and said to Zi Yan.
"Luoluo, give me your hand." Zi Yan stretched out her right hand towards Su Luo.
Su Luo suddenly found it funny and shook her head helplessly. She stretched out her right hand and clasped it with Zi Yan's, then said with a smile, "Do you have to be so superstitious?"
"You're right, I don't believe it, but the truth is so weird." After Zi Yan touched Su Luo's little red hand, she pressed the stop button heavily with a snap.
"Swoosh——" the flashing numbers stopped.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Number 77! Number 77!!!" Zi Yan was not afraid to look like Beichen Ying, so she saw her lottery result first. When she saw the number 77, she jumped up and cheered.
"Wow wow wow!!! Luoluo, your little red hands are so adorable! Woohoo! I love them so much!" Zi Yan was extremely excited and showed her emotions.
Su Luo was also quite surprised. She hadn't expected that after Beichen's two consecutive bad lucks, Zi Yan's luck would turn around. Su Luo looked down at her hand. Could this little hand really be the legendary little red hand?
Only then did Zi Yan's gaze turn to Beichen Ying, who was standing beside her like a dumbfounded chicken.
Zi Yan patted the dazed Bei Chenying in a sisterly manner, looking very proud, with a glint in her eyes: "How is it? Are you convinced?"
Beichen Ying's dark eyes silently looked at her, then silently turned his face away, and inwardly he angrily complained: "Weimao, he thanked me for my patronage twice, Weimao, tailmao, tailmao!!! God, Weimao is so unfair!!!"
But he turned around and smiled faintly: "Number 77, I don't know what number 77 corresponds to. Maybe it's not much better than thank you for your patronage."
"Beichen Ying, you're just jealous." Zi Yan walked towards the shelf with a smug look on her face, muttering to herself, "Number 77, what could number 77 be..."
"No. 77 is here!" Zi Yan's eyes lit up and she almost rushed over excitedly.
"Pfft!" Beichen Ying couldn't help but burst out laughing when he saw what was in grid 77. Then he looked at Zi Yan smugly and said, "It seems your luck isn't that great either."
No. 77, Grandmaster-level Lingyuan Pill.
Seeing this pill, Zi Yan had a complicated expression.
Originally, the Grandmaster-level Lingyuan Pill was a very rare elixir, and Zi Yan would definitely be extremely excited when she saw it. However, now she was stunned by the fact that Su Luo had thrown out an Emperor-level elixir, so this Grandmaster-level Lingyuan Pill no longer excited Zi Yan.
"Grandmaster-level Lingyuan Pill, very good, I am quite satisfied." Zi Yan gritted her teeth and caught the Grandmaster-level Lingyuan Pill that automatically popped out of the black ice mist.
Beichen Ying stood by with his hands on his hips and laughed wildly. He felt a sense of victory as he had won a game.
Su Luo glanced at him unhappily and said coldly, "It seems that Little Shadow won't need to get pills from me anymore."
When Beichen Ying heard this, his expression changed faster than the weather changed, and he immediately ran towards Su Luo like a dog.
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