Xia Ruoxi behind her burst into bursts of laughter.
"Junior Sister Ye, are you really not here to make fun of me?"
"Yes, your luck has gotten so bad."
“It’s okay once or twice.”
"How many times have you had it now?"
"Fifty or sixty times!"
"Even if you don't count the previous ones, there are still more than a dozen times."
"I think you'd better not waste any more opportunities."
"Leave the chance to us."
"It's simply a waste of these crystal nuclei."
The two of them kept taunting Ye Qingli as they talked to each other.
Even Ye Qingli himself began to feel depressed.
Is there really something wrong with my own character?
Otherwise, how could it be so bad?
Fifty or sixty consecutive blanks!
Even if he were the most unlucky person in history, he wouldn't be in such a miserable state, right?
Xia Ruoxi and others had a rare opportunity to see Ye Qingli's deflated appearance.
All were satisfied and ready to ridicule.
However, at this moment, an extremely cold gaze was cast on the two of them.
At the same time, it was also accompanied by a cold word.
"If you dare to talk any more, believe it or not, I will make it impossible for you to get out of this illusion."
"What do you want?"
Xia Ruoxi couldn't help but take a step back.
The murderous intent in this man's eyes.
It made her heart palpitate.
"I didn't think anything of it, I just wanted to shut you up."
Jun Aohan said calmly.
He didn't want Ye Qingli to bear too much pressure anymore.
I didn't see it in this poor little eyes.
Have you started to doubt yourself?
After shaking it twenty times.
Ye Qingli walked off the stage very unhappy.
She looked at her hands.
Obviously I had very good luck in the past.
Why did he become a gangster in the blink of an eye?
"fine."
Jun Aohan held her wrist and hugged her over.
"Anyway, all my things belong to you."
"Whatever you like, I'll shake it for you."
"OK."
Ye Qingli's mood felt better at this time.
She pointed.
"I think that's good."
Ye Qingli was pointing to a magic weapon.
It looks like a pair of white wings.
"Tian Fengyu?"
Xia Ruoxi couldn't help but say something.
"That's a top-grade magic weapon. Not everyone has the chance to get it."
"What's more, it ranks very high among treasures."
After this period of lottery, they have discovered it.
In fact, the odds of a lottery happening.
They are not arranged in a simple order.
Instead, they decrease in descending order according to the preciousness of the treasure.
For example, the most likely thing to draw is a blank.
Then, there are the more common treasures.
For example, the top-quality spiritual stone that Xia Ruoxi drew.
The crystal stone that Jun Aohan drew just now.
And her one again.
As for precious treasures, the chance of getting them is extremely small.
That's why Xia Ruoxi said this.
However, Ye Qingli would not show weakness in his words.
She rolled her eyes.
"Who knows? Maybe I'll hit it as soon as I draw it."
"Hahaha, just you..."
Xia Ruoxi originally wanted to mock Ye Qingli again.
However, I thought of Jun Aohan’s terrifying look just now.
Still he kept his mouth shut obediently.
"Okay, now it's my turn."
Ye Qingli drew blanks more than twenty times.
This time, it's your turn, right?
