Chapter 24 Lucky Draw

Style: Heros Author: The fourth day of the first lunar monthWords: 2697Update Time: 24/01/12 01:07:09
Jiu Yuanzi didn't know where the sound came from. He looked around for a while, and after he couldn't find the source, he quietly waited for the settlement.

Tens of seconds later, a machine with flashing colored lights appeared in front of her.

She had seen this thing in the TV series The Gambling King's Unlucky Little Wife, a slot machine.

As long as you press the red key on the right, the symbols in the middle will continue to rotate. If three of them are the same when they finally stop, you will win the jackpot.

Jiu Motoko still remembers that in that TV series, the heroine was dragged to the casino by her friends to play slot machines. She only played for 2 hours and lost all her family house and her father's surgery fee.

In the end, because she was unwilling to repay the debt, she poured wine on the male protagonist, the casino owner, and she was attracted by the other party, who forced her to do many things of this and that, such as going to work as a waiter in another casino.

As long as there is a casino where she works, the boss will go bankrupt and end up picking up bottles on the street with nothing.

It was a sweet pet drama. I don’t know what happened in the end, but the heroine’s luck got better and better. The hero abandoned her after seeing that she was useless.

Of course, later on, he chased his wife in the cremation factory, because the male protagonist discovered that the female protagonist was lucky and could win money from other casinos as a gambler, and she could also defeat her opponents.

In the end, the male protagonist became the king of gambling, and the female protagonist became the queen of gambling. It can be said that it is a TV series that little fairies like, find romantic and touching.

Jiu Motoko learned a lot of useless knowledge about mortal luxury life from it.

At this time, a prompt sounded, "Reward for completing the mission: a lottery draw."

Jiu Motoko waited for a while and found that there was no prompt, so he was given a chance to draw a lottery.

She didn't think about it and didn't do anything special. If passing the level meant drawing a prize, then the rewards would be like this for everyone who had a spirit guide.

The dojo is not a game, it is filled with various explanations and guidance. After the prompt tone ends, a 3-minute countdown appears above the slot machine.

As if to remind her to finish drawing the prize quickly and then get out and not stay here any longer.

Jiu Motoko walked to the slot machine and muttered, "Looking at luck, my luck seems to have been bad for hundreds of years, especially in the past few years."

"Would you like to pray to the Three Gods of Fortune, Luxury and Shou temporarily? Forget it, I heard that feudal superstitions are not practiced in the mortal world, and they probably won't be able to hear them in the dojo. Let's just rely on our own luck."

She raised her hand and slapped it on the red key. The three symbols on the slot machine spun quickly, and then slowly slowed down.

At this time, she could clearly see the patterns passing in front of her. Jiu Motoko tried to use her spiritual power to control the slot machine and select the pattern she wanted, but found that something was blocking her spiritual power.

So, she had to give up and wait to review her luck.

The patterns on the slot machine stopped one by one, and the pattern with the word "法" ​​written in a gold frame slowly passed under her eyelids without stopping.

Finally, all three symbols stopped, and the colored lights on the slot machine flashed without enthusiasm at all and emitted a perfunctory ringtone. At first glance, it was clear that no big prize had been won.

The three patterns are a large bowl filled with food, ¥ and several stacked boxes.

From the card slot under the slot machine, three cards were spit out, corresponding to the drawn patterns.

Jiu Motoko picked up the card and looked at it when he saw that there was still some time.

There was 300 written on the card with a ¥ pattern. She was silent for a moment. It couldn't be 300 yuan, right?

She had just thought about how to open the card. As if receiving a message, the card in her hand turned into light and disappeared, turning into a plastic box, which was heavy in her hand.

When I opened it, I saw that it was full of spirit-replenishing crystals, shiny and of high quality.

"It turned out to be spiritual replenishing crystals. I was shocked. I thought they were mortal money. They drop more spiritual energy than zombies, and the quantity is also quite large. Not bad."

Jiu Motoko felt very satisfied. Even though they killed a lot of zombies in the dojo, the total number of soul-replenishing crystals the three of them got was only more than 20 yuan. She got the most, which was only 13 yuan.

She didn't ask how much Gong Yangyan and Ning Zhi each had, but she remembered that it was definitely not as much as hers.

There is no way, the zombies are too poor.

The next time she comes, after killing the concrete monster, she wants to light a fire in the middle of the night to attract those meat balls to come and take a look.

Looking at the size of that monster, it must be as big as ten zombies.

The card with the big bowl of food also turned into a cheap plastic storage box under her consciousness, which was much larger than the one containing the spiritual crystals.

She used her spiritual power to make the box float in the air. When she opened the box, she saw 12 glass bottles neatly arranged inside, containing transparent and pure liquid.

"What is this?" Jiu Yuanzi took out a bottle and saw the words 120ML protruding from the bottle, and then three small white characters floating on the bottle were the ability value.

Ability value?

Jiu Yuanzi was stunned. After going out, he must find a place to replenish his knowledge in the world.

She opened a bottle directly. The dojo clearing reward couldn't be anything bad. The fonts were not red, so it must be harmless.

As soon as the bottle was opened, a familiar scent came out, making her feel energetic.

Without hesitation, Jiu Motoko drank the liquid in the bottle in one gulp, and immediately shook with pleasure.

This feeling of numbness and pain followed by pleasure was not the same as when her cultivation level increased.

The immortal bones were taken away, and the void left by the lack of cultivation was now filled in a little bit. Just like the foundation that was blasted out after demolition, it rained and there was some water accumulation.

The beautiful feeling disappeared in a blink of an eye, and it was over before she could even recall it for more than 5 seconds.

Jiu Motoko licked her lips, glanced at the bottles in the storage box, raised her hand and put the Qiankun in her sleeve.

She triggered the last card, and after the light passed, a ball of mud appeared in her hand.

Human clay (fake)

Characteristics: When Nuwa was patching up the sky, she was affected by the breath of God 100 kilometers away, and a piece of soil became spiritual. Her dream was to become a human. [Note: Daydreaming]

"..." Jiu Yuanzi looked at the characteristics and the comments behind it. Fortunately, it was just a piece of mud and there was no malice.

Put it away first, and then study its use when you have time.

At this time, the countdown also ended, and the entire space suddenly turned white, which pierced her demonic eyes so much that she had to close them.

When Jiu Yuanzi regained his sight, he found that he had returned to the pig factory, but he was no longer holding Gong Yangyan in his hand.

Looking down, Gong Yangyan was sitting on the ground in a fallen position. Her eyes were wide open and a little dull. She suddenly came back to her senses and said, "I'm out!"

"Did the body enter the dojo together?" Jiu Yuanzi muttered, which reassured her.

Otherwise, I would be worried that I would suddenly enter the dojo and my body would stand still outside. It would not be easy for an accident to occur.

If you enter the dojo physically, there is nothing to worry about.

Jiu Yuanzi threw the spirit-charging equipment in his hand on the ground. All the spirit-charging treasures on it had been filled, but the three sets took up too much space, and the universe in the sleeve was too small to fit.

Gong Yangyan stood up and patted the ashes on her body. Suddenly she saw the corpses on the ground. These were living people. She was so scared that she squeezed towards Jiu Yuanzi.

(Chapters will be blocked if the word "corpse" appears too much. Sometimes this is used instead.)

"Sister Jiu, will you be captured by the Alien Bureau?" she asked nervously.

Although these are bad people, they are also mortals. The people in the Alien Bureau are so scary, how can they be saved if they are caught?

I almost forgot about this.

Jiu Motoko took out her cell phone and saw that the signal was coming.

She directly clicked on the search for the alien bureau, and soon found the phone number of the alien bureau in Haidu City, which was closest to here.

The call was dialed, and as soon as someone picked up the call, Jiu Motoko said: "Hello, I am a little demon. Some thugs kidnapped innocent mortal girls. I caught them and killed them. I want to surrender."

"Yes, I don't know the location. It should be not far from Haidu City. It's an abandoned pig factory next to a village."

"Map APP? I don't have this software. By the way, I'll let the mortal girl look for it."

She looked at Gong Yangyan who was in a daze, raised her head and signaled.

Only then did Gong Yangyan come back to her senses. Holding back her fear and nausea, she took out her mobile phone from a corpse's trouser pocket, grabbed the other person's finger to unlock it, and opened the map software to check the location.

"Sister Jiu, this is a pig factory on an unknown road in Dongfu Village, Huachang Town, Xinqing District, Haidu City."

Jiu Yuanzi reported the address to the alien bureau and reassured them that he would definitely be waiting here and not run around, then hung up the phone.

As soon as I hung up the phone, someone called.

She glanced at the name and picked it up with a smile, "Mr. Ning."