If the interior of the commercial building is lively, the lottery points are simply overwhelming.

Zhuchen had expected it, so she specially called dozens of people to maintain order and dozens of people to take charge of the lottery. She and Quantong sat at the information desk to answer questions.

It's a pity that she still underestimated the enthusiasm of consumers. When the crowds came, everything became a decoration.

Zhuchen and Quantong were stuck in the middle of the crowd. Because the surroundings were too noisy, they couldn't hear what everyone was saying, let alone consult.

She was a girl and Feng Changyin's disciple. The monks all avoided her and did not dare to be too disrespectful to her. Quan Tong was not so lucky. Countless hands stretched out from the sides, tugging at his clothes.

Ask him about the prize pool.

Even if Quantong had said it countless times, someone would still ask the same question as soon as he finished speaking. His voice was hoarse as he spoke, but he still explained to everyone in a good-natured manner, but gradually he began to lose control, and his expression became numb, as if his body had been hollowed out.

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The people who were actually in charge of the lottery were Shi Hongci and a group of monks Yu Yuan led by him. They methodically took the lottery tickets from the monks in line, counted them, and then directed them to the lottery.

Zhuchen suspected that these people had gone deaf because they didn't say a word the whole time, frowned, were ruthless, and only made gestures.

Some monks worked slowly and wanted to ask a few more questions, so they just grabbed the other person's hand and taught them how to operate in practice.

It runs entirely on a single machine and does not accept any communication.

Not long after, Yuan Boshui squeezed in through the crowd. His luxurious Taoist robe was wrinkled by the crowd, but he seemed not to notice it. He dug into his sleeves and grabbed handfuls of countless lottery tickets.

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"A big customer is here! But it's not here, dear, please go next door." Zhuchen raised his head, saw Yuan Boshui's face clearly, and teased, "It turns out to be the head Yuan, and you came to draw the lottery yourself?"

Yuan Poshui ignored her, raised his hand to wipe the hot sweat from his forehead, and said: "Draw, draw!"

Zhuchen handed his lottery ticket to Shi Hongci and asked with a smile: "Headmaster Yuan has bought so many things, have you bought anything you like?"

Yuan Poshui nodded, staring closely at his coupons, and said perfunctorily: "It's not bad. I'm a little late."

Zhuchen said: "I have warned you."

Yuan Poshui felt a pain in his heart and ran away from Zhuchen and went to Shi Hongci's seat.

Shi Hongci didn't even look at the person, and directly motioned for him to put his hand into the prize pool. Yuan Boshui randomly grabbed a handful of numbers from it, and Shi Hongci scanned them one by one, and asked someone to prepare a prize for him with an expressionless face.

The first batch of prizes was rolled out, and there was a very conspicuous blue talisman inside. Yuan Boshui took a deep breath, pulled it out, and shouted excitedly: "I got it! I got a top-grade talisman!"

When the nearby monks heard this, they all congratulated him and announced to the distance like a megaphone, raising the atmosphere to a new climax.

"Another high-quality talisman!"

"What's a talisman? Someone just pulled out a middle-grade magic weapon!"

"Those who just draw thousands of cards are obviously aiming for swordsmanship. No matter how many gifts they draw, it is useless."

"Although it's useless? The things here are not expensive, and you can make money from whatever you draw!"

"Look at the things on this stall. If you don't have money, who wouldn't want to buy them?"

Yuan Poshui was greatly encouraged and continued to take out the lottery tickets from his sleeve: "I still have it! I still have it!"

He now has great confidence and feels that he can hit the sword with his next sword. Although this is an illusion shared by many African chiefs.

All access: "..."

Is he so happy? The leader of the sect just got a hundred spiritual stones and was dancing like this. Does he still remember how much he bought?

Yuan Poshui used to be a face-conscious person, but his nature has changed.

Zhuchen understands. The lottery is just for fun. The above are the basic symptoms. Among all the krypton gold activities, her favorite and the most difficult to quit is the lottery. What's more, it is a guaranteed prize pool.

I am so conscientious that if I don’t smoke, I will feel sorry for myself who has suffered.

Zhuchen only regarded Yuan Poshui as an ordinary African, and silently watched him kneel and fight, fight and kneel repeatedly on the road with a very peaceful smile.

What can comfort the non-Emirates? Of course only the non-Emirates.

Unexpectedly, more than twenty years later, in another dimension, she would experience such happiness again.

However, judging from the number of lottery tickets he took out, this is also a big VIP user who supports her career development.

Yuan Poguo is indeed a duplicitous person, so how much money have to be given to her.

I fanned myself in the morning and smiled as I watched Yuan Poshui organize his prizes in exquisite bags.

He had so many lottery tickets that he didn't have time to sort them carefully, so he could only stuff roughly the same things into one bag.

Except for a small number of "Thank you for your patronage", most of the prizes are groceries bought from all the channel friends. There are also many Tongguo, as well as talismans painted by Huai Xie, magic weapons sponsored by other merchants, and additional ones selected by Zhuchen as a booster

Option to put in the ore.

On the table that was already piled up, Shi Hongci continued to bring out new prizes.

Zhuchen yawned, and squeezed out a trace of tears from her narrowed eyes. She raised her hand to wipe it, and in her blurred vision, she caught a glimpse of a book with a dark blue cover.

Among all the prizes, there is only one thing stored as a book.

Sure enough, on the cover of the book, there were five characters "Soldier Qi Embracing the Cloud Sword" written in flying colors.

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Zhuchen: “??”

Yuan Poshui raised the book with both hands and stared at it blankly, standing still as if petrified.

"Wow--!!"

When the crowd reacted, they immediately went crazy, and everyone was on the verge of losing their minds. The security guards on the left and right couldn't hold them back, shouting Zhuchen's name for help.

Zhuchen was also shocked and wiped his eyes harder, thinking it was his imagination.

The grand prize was announced just like this? The probability she set was less than one in ten thousand. Where did Yuan Poshui become the chosen one?!

All kinds of explosive screams almost shattered Zhuchen's eardrums.

"Master Yuan! Master Yuan is awesome!"

"Then this skill is no longer available today?"

"I remember there is another volume. Fellow Taoist Zhuchen said she put two copies."

"Master Yuan, do you want to sell the skills? If you agree, we will give you three-thirds of the profits from all future transactions with Xuntian!"

"Master Yuan, I am your brother Yuliu! Don't forget what we agreed on before!"

This change in attitude was obvious, and Yuan Poshui suddenly gained a lot of younger brothers.

Zhuchen was a little sour, but he still stood up calmly and said with a smile, "Congratulations, Master Yuan."

Yuan Boshui's mind was still numb.

He has never been so favored by God, it was so beautiful that he couldn't believe it.

Zhuchen tried to pull his book back, but before his fingers touched it, Yuan Poshui jumped back as if he had been frivolous, hugged the book tightly in his arms, and said harshly: "What are you doing!"

Zhuchen said: "...I just want to package it for you. We specially customized a gold box for this book."

"Ho--"

There was another gasping sound all around.

There is also a gold box! What a generous gift!

Zhuchen took out a wooden box from under the table, with a thin layer of gold flakes barely stuck on the top. But judging from the color and shape of the gold flakes, it was clearly a semi-finished product that was not very profitable.

Yuan Poshui held a sword worth tens of thousands of gold in his arms and sneered at Zhuchen's wooden box: "You call this a gold box?"

"Why, you can't call it a gold box if it's made with gold?" Zhuchen said, "You don't see much meat in Xuntian's meat buns."

Yuan Poshui was choked by her and had nothing to say.

...But when had she ever eaten Xuntian’s meat buns?

Zhuchen: "So do you want it?"

How could Yuan Poshui let go of the opportunity to win over her? He said resolutely: "Yes!"

Zhuchen then handed the thing to him.

Now that there is only one book of exercises left in the prize pool, the monks who have not yet drawn the lottery are even more motivated, fearing that they will be a step too late and will have to draw water from a bamboo basket.

The already crowded lottery spot almost received a fatal blow.

Fellow Daoist Yuliu ran to Yuan Boshui, his face flushed, and he was holding an exquisite bag containing spiritual stones in his hand.

"Come on, Master Yuan, here are my ten thousand spirit stones. Lend me this book to copy, and I will return it to you soon."

Yuan Poshui vaguely remembered the agreement between the two outside the commercial building, and after realizing it, he began to feel sad.

If he had known that he could pull it out on his own, how could he have agreed to such a thing! What a huge loss! He only had 10,000 spiritual stones, and he was just a beggar!

Yuliu grabbed a corner of the book and struggled with Yuan Poshui.

Neither of them wanted to break up, and their eyes were filled with emotion.

Fellow Daoist Yuliu said anxiously: "Master Yuan, you are upright and open-minded. I think you will never do anything contrary to your promise!"

Yuan Poshui closed his eyes and struggled in his heart for a long time. Finally, with great reluctance, he rented out the skills that he had earned through his lifelong luck.
To be continued...