For Yang Ruoliang, Yang Cong's parents, Zhou Zhixue and Yang Yuntian are very fond of it, after all, they are Yang Cong's sons.

And Yang Cong was finally liberated under Zhou Zhixue's tight spell.

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"Xiaoling, how many points does it cost to upgrade the system?" Yang Cong asked, now that he has points, of course he has to choose to upgrade the system.

"Brother Yang Cong, are you sure you want to upgrade?" Looking at Yang Cong's confident appearance, Xiao Ling showed a worried look. 、

"No... I'm just asking, hee-hee. Yang Cong smiled, he wasn't so stupid to upgrade directly, of course he just asked.

"Well, the current system level is level five, and it will cost 480,000 points to upgrade to level six." Xiao Ling explained to Yang Cong.

"Forehead 。。。。。。" Originally, he thought that he could squander it with his own points, but when he heard the points required for Xiaoling's upgrade, Yang Cong was instantly stunned.

"Brother Yang Cong... Seeing Yang Cong like this, Xiao Ling shouted in a low voice. 、

"It's okay, there's no rush to upgrade, let's draw first, I haven't drawn it yet. "Yang Congqiang said with a smile.

Indeed, the amount of points required for this upgrade was too large to startle him.

"Well, Brother Yang Cong currently has two high-level draws and one saint-level lottery, which one Brother Yang Cong wants to draw first." Xiao Ling asked.

The points of the lottery are calculated in this way, the beginner level needs 100 worship points, the intermediate level needs 100000 (10,000) worship points, the advanced level needs 10000000 (1 million) worship points, the holy level needs 1000000000 (100 million) worship points, and the god level needs 10000000000 (10 billion) worship points.

At present, Yang Cong only has 354258965 points of worship.

If the lottery is drawn, the god-level lottery will be forgotten, Yang Cong must not dare to think about it at all.

Ten billion worship points, Yang Cong has struggled for so long, but it is only more than 300 million points.

"Forget it, the god level won't be drawn, and I'll draw it when I'm rich in the future." Yang Cong said: "Xiao Ling, give me all these worship points to convert into lottery times." ”

"Okay."

"Brother Yang Cong, the number of your draws is, four saint-level draws, fifty-six senior draws, twenty-five intermediate draws, and eighty-nine junior draws." Xiao Ling's light voice came into Yang Cong's ears, making Yang Cong lose his mind for a moment: "Okay, Brother Yang Cong, you can only exchange so much." ”

"Well, Xiaoling, do you know what these lotteries will come out of?" Yang Cong asked.

"The higher the lottery, the better and more powerful it is, and the cheaper the lottery, the things that come out are probably useless to Brother Yang Cong," Xiao Ling said.

"Oh." Yang Cong nodded and said, "Then let's start the lottery." ”

"Brother Yang Cong, which one are you going to start with?" Xiao Ling asked.

"Let's start with the highest." Yang Cong said.

"Okay, let's get started."

I saw that something like a circular turntable suddenly appeared in front of Yang Cong.

The dense names on it were arranged in a circle, and Yang Cong was a little dazzled when he saw it.

Because there are so many things. 、

"Do you mean that whichever one you transfer to is mine?" Yang Cong turned his head to look at Xiao Ling and asked.

"Hmm." Xiao Ling nodded: "Brother Yang Cong, pay attention, the more advanced the lottery, the higher the probability of drawing good things than those low-level lotteries, and it doesn't mean that the more advanced the lottery, the better the lottery, the better the things are necessarily good things." ”

"I see, let's get started." Yang Cong nodded, and he understood what Xiao Ling meant.

However, he felt that after so many lotteries, there would always be a few good things.

"The draw begins!"

As Xiao Ling's voice fell, the originally static lottery disc also began to understand, only the pointer remained motionless.

As the speed of the disc reached its peak, the speed slowly descended.

Looking at the names that turned one by one, Yang Cong's heart was also tense to a certain extent.

It's the same as when you buy a lottery ticket and draw it.

"Ding... Congratulations to the host for getting a bottle of Olaya Men's Shampoo, keep up the good work! ”

Item name: Eurasian men's shampoo

Item Rating: F

Item description: If you want smooth hair, come and use Olayya, Olaya, you deserve it.

When he saw this information, Yang Cong's whole person was already stunned.

Shampoo for Eurasian men? What the hell is this, shampoo, isn't it。。。。。 You can buy a bunch of this stuff for a little money.

But why did he actually draw a lottery.

Originally, Yang Cong thought that this thing was something special, after all, it was drawn by a saint-level lottery, but when he saw the evaluation and introduction, F, this is the most ordinary and rubbish, and it is also the most meaningless to Yang Cong.

But now that he has drawn it, it makes Yang Cong a little crazy.

And you have to know what kind of lottery this is, the saint-level lottery, which cost him 100 million worship points.

You must know that he has worked hard for several years to gain 300 million worship points, and it has only been converted three times.

But for the first time, he drew such a thing, and Yang Cong was so angry that he wanted to smash the lottery disc in front of him.

"Brother Yang Cong, Brother Yang Cong, don't be angry, this is just an accident, we can come again." Xiao Ling hurriedly grabbed Yang Cong and comforted.

"Damn, damn it, I'm going to demolish him, and he actually pit me with 100 million worship points! 100 million! "Yang Cong was already so angry that he couldn't do it.

"Brother Yang Cong, this is not the first time, there are three more times, this time it must have taken away all the bad luck of Brother Yang Cong."

"Really?" Yang Cong glanced at Xiao Ling suspiciously.

"It must be true, Brother Yang Cong, I can produce good things for the second time!" Xiao Ling couldn't help but show a drop of hot sweat on his head as he spoke.

"I'll believe you for a while!" Yang Cong said.

"Whew..." Hearing this, Xiao Ling also exhaled lightly, fortunately Yang Cong believed it.

But how did Yang Cong know that Xiao Ling was talking nonsense at all, Yang Cong thought that Xiao Ling must have a basis for saying this, but he didn't expect it。。。。。

Although Xiao Ling is a system elf, it is more just to guide the host and then let the host go less crookedly.

As for this stuff in the system, Xiao Ling doesn't know anything at all.

The second round of the lottery began, and this was the only three saint-level lottery that Yang Cong had left.

At the beginning of the lottery, Yang Cong's heart was still as fast and slow as the high-speed rotating turntable.

Finally, the speed of the disc slowly decreased.

A moment later, the system's bell rang as well.

"Ding。。。。。。 Congratulations to the host for getting a resurrection card"

Item Name: Resurrection Card

Item Rating: A

Item Description: A card that allows the user to escape death