"Next, hurry up." The monk urged impatiently.

Wen Xiangyi glanced at him with half-squinted eyes, silently thought in his heart not to draw the earth mushroom flower, and then gathered a trace of spiritual power and injected it into the lottery instrument.

The turntable of the instrument moved, and a moment later a small brown bead fell.

Wen Xiangyi slapped his forehead, damn! I'm really afraid of something! The more you don't want to draw, the more you will draw!

Where she is

Chapter 80 of "Cannon Fodder is a Bone Fighter, and the Protagonist is Half Cut into the Ground": Being molested is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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