Zi Yan shook her head and stood up from the lottery machine staggeringly to walk away: "Anyway, I still can't draw, so don't draw anymore, you can't embarrass you anymore..."

Before Ziyan could leave, Bei Chenying grabbed her and pulled her to the lottery machine. She said righteously: "Draw! You must draw! If you have finished drawing the number of times, I will draw mine, and I will also draw the portion for you. I won't believe it. Your luck will be so bad!"

Su Luo also advised: "Bei Chenying is right. If you don't get it again, I will give you the chance."

Zi Yan was moved and gritted her teeth and nodded: "Then, then let's get the last time. If I don't get the shot again, I really won't get the shot!"

After saying that, Zi Yan carefully pressed the start button, staring at the numbers that were rolling quickly on the screen without any slightest moment.

These numbers are as fast as lightning, and they flashed past before anyone could see clearly. If anyone tries to calculate the numbers and press the stop button, it will be futile.

"What 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 the rest." Zi Yan's wish has been very low.

"It would be great if I got the 7th number..." Su Luo looked at the air and said in a low voice.

On the No. 7 shelf is a streamer sword, second only to Chengying and Chi Xiao’s peerless sword, and it is wind-attributed, which is perfect for Beichen.

Bei Chenying hummed unhappily: "Do you think her luck will be so good? I don't believe it."

Su Luo spread his hands: "Who knows, God always likes to surprise people."

At this moment, Zi Yan's eyes were staring at the screen, staring at it for a moment without a moment. Finally, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes tightly, and then pressed the stop button with her fingers.

With a loud bang, the scrolling numbers gradually began to slow down and finally stopped.

Seeing the number that stopped at the end, Su Luo touched her mouth speechlessly... When did her mouth work?

Beichenying silently looked at the numbers and then looked at Su Luo. She wanted to speak, but didn't know where to start.

Only Zi Yan, when she saw the numbers above, she almost jumped up. She shot towards Su Luo like a flying bear, tightly hugging her and slid her in her arms, jumping and jumping unusually excited: "Lu Luo! It's not No. 99! This time it's really not No. 99! Wow!!!!"

"Yes, it's not No. 99, but No. 7. The 11 misfortunes in the previous 11 times are for this luck. Go and get the gift." Su Luo patted Zi Yan's shoulder with a funny look.

"Yeah, yeah!!!" Zi Yan nodded violently, then jumped to the front of the shelf, "No. 7 is quite forward, and I don't know what good thing it is."

Zi Yan said, and glanced at Li Aochen provocatively.

Li Aochen turned his face angrily, and his tone was cold: "I drew it 12 times before I drew a baby. What's so proud of me?"

Zi Yan slowly refuted: "You don't even have the qualification to draw 12 times. What position do you have to despise me?"

"You!" Li Aochen was choked and had nothing to say. Because in fact, he did not have the capital and qualification to draw 11 times, even if he was jealous, he would be jealous. It was precisely because of this that Li Aochen felt even more angry.
Chapter completed!