Chapter 122 (2/2)

Yenuo and Li Jiaming ran out and fled to the corridor of the hotel. Ghost hands haunted and caught up again. But these ghost hands are really unlucky for some reason. On the way of chasing, countless small chances of natural and man-made disasters continue to destroy them and torture them until the terrible filth disappears.

”I'm so lucky today.” All the way to escape, all kinds of events can only be explained by luck and miracles. Yenuo, who often had to be caught by ghost hands, would be rescued in a very unimaginable wonderful posture. Yenuo was so excited that he vaguely understood one thing.

Those uninvited yellow dark energy can definitely control luck. Now he is a walking lucky broadcaster. After watching the ghost hands disappear completely and there is no danger, regardless of Li Jiaming, who is paralyzed by the tired dead dog next to him, yenuo happily took out his mobile phone and bought dozens of notes with the little remaining living funds to open the lottery.

”Third, what are you doing?” Li Jiaming asked.

”Buy lottery tickets.”

”Brother, you've just survived. You're in good spirits.” Li Jiaming is already resistant to the old three's strange brain circuits. But he still doesn't understand why this guy wants to buy lottery tickets at this moment. Is there something wrong with the old three's dopamine secretion, and the stimulation that is just dying is not enough?

”You don't understand. Now I am the goddess of luck. Who knows when luck will leave me. Earn a little is a little. I'm not a rich second generation like you. ” Yenuo skimmed his mouth.

With small and broad, it must be sent this time. There are three minutes to draw the prize, hee hee. The financial fan's eyes lit up, and finally there was money for nothing into his dried up wallet.

”Hey, hey, do you want to run now. Will those ghost hands come out again? ”

”Don't worry, there's no problem for the time being. Keep quiet and shut up. I'm waiting for the prize. ”

While yenuo is waiting to win the lottery to make a fortune, don't side, big breasted Laurie, the saint of luck with a taste of northeast muck, has been extremely unlucky. Little Lori was so angry that she even wondered if someone had dug up her family's ancestral grave for eight generations. How could it be so miserable tonight!

In front of the street near the splendor Lanshan Hotel, five people ran over. One of them smashed his mouth and looked surprised: ”what's going on here? What a ruined scene of the end of the world.”

”Who knows. I read the local news that it has experienced local small earthquakes caused by tower crane collapse, natural gas leakage and explosion, and mysterious ground subsidence. ” The other flipped through his cell phone.

The third person was shocked and said, ”it's incredible that so many small probability events happened in ten minutes.”

”With our eldest lady, no matter how incredible things become acceptable.” The fourth man stroked his beard.

”Yes, yes, maybe these events were caused by our eldest lady. Our lady is the saint of luck and controls the luck. What happened tonight must be because she saved the world. ” Everyone nodded together.

In their hearts, the saint of their own family is the representative of the living goddess of luck in the world. What an unacceptable thing happened next to her is common sense, expected, and there is no need to be surprised.

”The saint called and asked us to pick her up. Do you see where the saint is?” The fifth man was obviously the leader of the group. Looking at the dilapidated street scene in front of him, he frowned and said faintly.

”No, but we don't have to worry about the saint. With the luck of the eldest lady, don't say that the street has collapsed. Even if the world is destroyed, maybe she is also fine. ” The third man, the old God, is full of faith in his own saint.