Zi Yan shook her head, staggered to her feet and tried to walk away from the lottery machine. "I'm not going to win anyway, so I'd better not try. I can't embarrass myself anymore..."
Before Zi Yan could leave, Beichen Ying grabbed her and dragged her to the lottery machine, saying righteously, "Draw! You must draw! If you run out of draws, there's still mine. I'll give you my share too. I don't believe your luck could be that bad!"
Su Luo also followed suit: "Beichen Ying is right. If you don't win again, I'll give you my chance."
Zi Yan was touched and nodded with gritted teeth: "Then, let's draw one last time. If I don't win again, I really won't draw anymore!"
After saying that, Zi Yan carefully pressed the start button, staring intently at the numbers scrolling rapidly on the screen.
These numbers flashed by as fast as lightning before anyone could see them clearly. If anyone tried to count the numbers and press the stop button, it would be in vain.
"Which number do you want to draw?" Su Luo asked with a smile.
"I don't know. As long as it's not No. 99, I like all the others." Zi Yan's wishes have been set very low.
"It would be great if I could draw number 7..." Su Luo said softly, looking at the shelf.
On shelf No. 7 is a Liuguang Sword, which is the best sword second only to Chengying and Chixiao, and it has wind attribute, which is perfect for Beichen.
Beichen Ying snorted unhappily, "Do you think she's that lucky? I don't believe it."
Su Luo spread her hands and said, "Who knows? God always likes to give people surprises."
At this moment, Zi Yan's eyes were fixed on the screen, staring at it without blinking. Finally, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes tightly, and then pressed the stop button heavily with her finger.
There was a loud bang, and the rolling numbers gradually slowed down and finally stopped.
Seeing the last stopping number, Su Luo touched her mouth speechlessly... When did her mouth become effective?
Beichen Ying looked at the numbers silently, then looked at Su Luo silently. He wanted to speak, but didn't know where to start.
Only Zi Yan, when she saw the number above, almost jumped up and down. She flew towards Su Luo and hugged her tightly, jumping up and down with excitement: "Luoluo! It's not number 99! This time it really isn't number 99! Wow!!!"
"Yes, it's not No. 99, but No. 7. The previous 11 misfortunes are for this luck. Go and get the gift." Su Luo patted Zi Yan's shoulder with amusement.
"Yeah, yeah!" Zi Yan nodded vigorously, then skipped to the front of the shelf. "Number 7 is pretty close to the front. I wonder what good stuff it is."
As Zi Yan spoke, she glanced at Li Aochen provocatively.
Li Aochen turned away angrily, his tone cold, "It took 12 tries to finally win one treasure. What's there to be proud of?"
Zi Yan slowly retorted, "You don't even have the qualifications to draw 12 times, so what right do you have to look down on me?"
"You!" Li Aochen was choked, speechless. Because in reality, he didn't have the capital or qualifications to draw 11 times, so even if he was jealous, it was all in vain. And precisely because of this, Li Aochen was even more furious.
"Number 7, Number 7... Wow, the Flowing Light Sword!" Zi Yan screamed in surprise, "The Wind-attributed Flowing Light Sword! What a beautiful sword!"
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