บท 1849: Face-slapping

The dice were rolled.

No. 24.

Ranmil stared at lattice No. 24 and was almost sure that Feng Xun wouldn't find anything good, because she had stolen all his good luck just then.

But when Feng Xun opened the lattice, Ranmil was filled with despair.

"The Turtle Diagram!"

Feng Xun happily picked it up.

Holding the diagram, he told Xuan Yi, "Hahaha, I thought I ran out of luck already, but as it turns out, I still can find good stuff! The goddess of luck must love me!"

Xuan Yi found it quite strange as well, but he was always poker-faced and didn't show much concern at all.

Ranmil was the one who was truly confused.

She stared at Feng Xun.

This shouldn't be happening!

She had already drawn Feng Xun's good luck away.

But now, Feng Xun was the only one who dared to roll the dice.

He said, "Are you all giving up? If that's the case, I'll keep going."