Internal bidding

Everyone rolled their dice in anticipation.

"Haha, I have 95 points, who can compete with me? The cloak is mine." A certain someone finished arrogantly.

97 points appeared and it was a slap in the face.

"Look at me, the God of Gamblers, the Saints bless me." Another idiot on the edge of madness threw out the number 3 and ran away in tears.

Zhang Shan shook his head. A cloak could make people go crazy. The drop rate of a good cloak was simply too low.

Moreover, the difference in the level of each color would result in a huge difference in the effect.

However, Zhang Shan did not mind. His priest cloak was enough for him to use for a long time. He casually threw out the die, 100 points.

"Holy F * ck! Brother divine weapon, you're too much! You're not giving us a way out!"

that's right. You're too much. You already have a purple cape, and you're still fighting with us over this. Wuwuwu, I'll Cry For You.