68, Holding the beautiful maid lottery, will it bring a bit more luck? [Third Release]_1

"Something's off!"

The little fellow Golden Crocodile stood on the stands, hands on hips, frowning as he spoke.

Lin Yi looked at him with a smile that was not quite a smile, "What's off?"

Everything seems fine to me.

Thanks to you, old man, I can live for ten thousand years now.

"It's just off!"

The little fellow's brow furrowed further, his youthful face full of reluctance.

Lin Yi's expression remained calm, "Are you questioning my fairness?"

Upon hearing this, Golden Crocodile slightly widened his eyes, and he quickly waved his hands, saying, "No, no, it's not about you, Senior. I just feel like I've been cursed!"

After saying that, his expression suddenly became resolute.

"For today's second attack, I, Golden Crocodile Douluo, concede! I'm going to head back to the Worship Hall to lay low. I'll come back tomorrow and try again!"

Mainly because if this went on, Golden Crocodile Douluo feared he'd turn into a little baby...

Even with the strength of level 98, that would be of no use!

This round truly blew Golden Crocodile Douluo's composure.

Once he finished speaking, he began waving his small arms, dragging his long pants as he hopped down the steps and ran in the direction of the Martial Soul Hall.

Thousand Waves watched the back of the Second Worshiper and couldn't help muttering to himself, "I honestly can't tell if he's lucky or unlucky..."

"Of course he's lucky!!!"

Emperor Xueye suddenly exclaimed with a flushed face beside him, startling Thousand Waves.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please calm down, calm down, it will be our turn soon."

Ning Fengzhi quickly grabbed the somewhat excited Emperor Xueye, softly consoling him.

But no sooner had he finished speaking, his gaze foolishly settled on the stands.

The Third Enforcer from the Martial Soul Hall was actually stepping up onto the stands...

Damn it!

Ning Fengzhi was at his wits' end!

He hurried forward, anxiously asking, "Senior, isn't it our turn now?"

The Third Enforcer turned around, looking at him indifferently, "Didn't you see we are lining up? Do you mean to defy the rules set by Senior Lin Yi and cut in line?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi turned to look at Lin Yi, who was sitting on the ground, and nervously swallowed his saliva.

"Alright, you go first, you first."

With a face as grey as iron, he went back to his spot.

When will it finally be their turn? They were dying of impatience!

Especially Emperor Xueye, who had just seen Golden Crocodile Douluo receive the Life-Extension Spiritual Stone again and was still panting with envy on the side.

Ning Fengzhi believed that at that moment, Emperor Xueye truly wished to be the Golden Crocodile Douluo on the stage, receiving the award.

"No worries, Your Majesty, we'll wait a bit longer... It will probably be our turn once these few guest elders finish," Ning Fengzhi said to Emperor Xueye, trying to console him.

Looking up at the Fourth Offering, Fifth Offering, Sixth Enforcer, and Seventh Offering lining up, Emperor Xueye sighed and could only nod helplessly in acceptance.

But the turn of events far exceeded their expectations,

After the Seventh Offering was finished, Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, about to walk onto the stage with Emperor Xueye, when suddenly a man walked in front of them.

Dragon Lance Douluo turned around, his eyes now vertical pupils.

He said with a displeased tone, "What are you trying to do, Sect Master Ning? You can't possibly be trying to cut in line, can you?"

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath.

Damn it, the Martial Soul Hall was ganging up to bully the honest man!

"Uncle Jian."

He wasn't bold enough to bully a few guest elders, but as a mere Elder, you wouldn't let yourself be pushed around, would you?

Chen Xin approached, his sharp aura locking onto Dragon Lance Douluo in an instant.

Dragon Lance Douluo, who had just been acting arrogant, suddenly changed his expression.

Chen Xin seemed genuinely strong, just being watched for a moment made him feel unwell.

But it didn't matter, Dragon Lance Douluo had an ace up his sleeve.

He clenched his fist tightly, staring hard at Chen Xin, then suddenly turned around with a flatterer's smile.

"Senior~they're cutting in line~"

Dragon Lance Douluo immediately ran to the edge of the stands, pointing at Ning Fengzhi and the others, looking very much like a schoolchild tattling to the teacher.

Chen Xin: "?"

Ning Fengzhi: "?"

Lin Yi opened his eyes, his black pupils gazing in Chen Xin's direction.

In fact, after some interaction, Lin Yi didn't really like them.

Right from the start, with their questioning and provocation, Lin Yi certainly wasn't inclined to swallow his resentment.

Of course, he didn't know that the instigator was currently standing aside, wearing a black silk skirt.

Even though the Soul Master competition plan needed Emperor Xueye's approval, Lin Yi had never thought of currying favor with him in such a way.

He was a temptation for Emperor Xueye in his own right, so why would there be any need to pander to him?

Lin Yi said coldly,

"You've jumped the queue time and again, repeatedly breaking the rules. Now, I'm punishing you to go to the very end of the line... ahem, behind all those Soul Masters."

"If anyone objects, either leave or face me in a duel."

Confronted with Lin Yi's gaze, Chen Xin couldn't help but recall those unpleasant memories.

He quickly turned around and said firmly, "Sect Master, I'll wait for you at the end of the line."

Ning Fengzhi: "???"

...

Night had fallen.

After the last scraping master finished, the disheveled Ning Fengzhi and his three companions immediately approached.

The night was a bit chilly, and Emperor Xueye had wrapped himself in a blanket.

"Senior, can it be our turn now?"

The four of them looked at Lin Yi with eager expressions.

But Lin Yi simply gazed at them indifferently, "Haven't you noticed it's dark already? Come back tomorrow."

"What?!!"

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Suddenly, Emperor Xueye's eyes went dark and his legs gave way, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Seeing this, Chen Xin hurriedly helped him up.

"Let's find an inn to rest for the night. Come over early tomorrow, queue up properly, and if you behave, I'll let you go ahead of those normal Soul Masters."

Lin Yi said, already showing considerable leniency.

Besides, it was already this late, and damnit, he was still waiting to spin the Lucky Roulette, not caring the slightest about their damage.

Watching Lin Yi's uncompromising face, Ning Fengzhi sighed and could only have Chen Xin and Gu Rong accompany Emperor Xueye to find an inn to stay for the night.

Watching them leave, Lin Yi quickly got up, eager to run to his room and lock the door.

Five big wheels, man! Truly freaking exciting!

Lin Yi sat on the bed, hurriedly retrieving a big wheel and setting it in front of him.

Thirteen identical small sectors, and shoot, Lin Yi rubbed his hands, feeling a bit nervous.

The jackpot for this big wheel was blue.

A blue and gold jackpot, where all time-limited rewards become permanent.

He placed his hand on the pointer, choosing to spin counterclockwise again, trusting in some mysticism.

A minute later.

"Click—"

The pointer stopped at a white sector.

Lin Yi was stunned.

God damn it, System, you screw your host?

Shit!

Mentality shattered! A big wheel wasted!

The reward was a hundred golden soul coins, a little better luck than Thousand Waves, so that's a consolation, I guess.

Maybe he was using the wrong posture for the lucky draw?

Lin Yi frowned, then suddenly recalled his plan for the afternoon.

What if he held his beautiful maid while drawing? Could his luck improve?

He hadn't taken a good look at Bossi yet, might as well check her out before deciding.

ps. Third installment delivered

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