Draw cards from the wild card

Chapter 97

He Luo continuously conveyed his good luck to the other drafters present in the form of borrowing luck, in order to suppress his rising fortune.

The generation drawers who are sensitive to changes in fortune naturally have reached this point, and there are many discussions.

"Strange, has my fortune improved?"

"I feel the same way, what's going on?"

"Is anyone lucky?"

Everyone looked over in the stadium and noticed Qian Zhuo in the corner, and they were immediately relieved.

"Oh, it turns out that Qian Dai is here, maybe he is giving everyone luck."

They would never have thought that all these changes in fortune came from the humble newcomer beside Qian Zhuo.

"I don't think you're in a good condition. I'm afraid you'll get hurt if you go on like this. How about I take the pressure off first?" Qian Zhuo looked at He Luo who was dripping with sweat in front of him. He really didn't understand that this guy was standing up What is the coercion of fortune beyond his ability to bear?

He Luo, who was concentrating on drawing cards, heard that Qian Zhuo was about to remove the oppression of fortune, and suddenly panicked, and hurriedly turned around to stop it.
"No, no, no, Qian Dai, please don't worry about me. It's just coercion, nothing worth mentioning."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said harshly: "What I mean is, believe me, you will be motivated only when you are under pressure. Don't worry, it will be fine soon."

In this way, a full sixty draws have passed, and He Luo has firmly suppressed the value of the card below the 50 yuan of the N card.

But just when he came to the 61st draw, he felt that his fortune suddenly doubled, and he was a little dazed, and quickly distributed it.

But after the next two draws, the growth in luck almost reached a point where it was difficult to suppress.

Even Qian Zhuo clearly felt something was wrong with He Luo.

Squinting his eyes, he said slowly, "If I'm not wrong, you should be reaching your limit, right?"

As expected of a trend-setting senior, although he was not familiar with the method, he was able to see the details and point out He Luo's current predicament in one word.

He Luo smiled wryly and nodded: "Yeah, actually, I don't know where the limit is."

He calmed down, and then No.60 drew four, and No.65 drew.

I just feel like a bottle of mineral water filled with milk. The capacity is only 550ml, but 1 liter of milk is still being poured into it.

In the end, when No.60 was drawn six times, I couldn't hold back anymore.

"That's enough, Qian Dai, collect it quickly!"

Seeing the situation, Qian Zhuo immediately put away his coercion.

Then He Luo took back all the luck that was deposited in the other drawers, gathered it into one, and then gathered it to the last draw.

"Liu Liu Da Shun Metaphysics Card Draw Dafa!"

A training SSR worth about 20 was held by He Luo.

Qian Zhuo's tender old eyes finally became a little turbulent, and there was a look of approval on his face.

"Not bad, relying on this trick, can you draw out the SSR stably?"

He Luo wiped the sweat off his face, took a sip of the sports drink from the cup next to him, and then quickly explained.

"Uh, I can't say that the SSR can be drawn stably, it's probably fine in all likelihood, but the main thing is to watch."

At this point, he stopped abruptly, Qian Zhuo understood, smiled and waved his hands.

"Don't worry, just say that I have a lot of skills, not bad for your move. Besides, your move has too many restrictions."

He Luo then chuckled and continued: "The main thing depends on how many times I can draw. In other words, how many ordinary cards I draw."

"The more times you pad, the better the quality of the final card will be. It's interesting." Qian Zhuo thought about it, and then remembered a curious thing.

"I noticed that in the process of piling up your card, there will often be changes in your fortune. It will rise to the peak for a while, and then return to normal. Especially when you draw the last time, it seems that all the previous fortunes have gathered again. Why on earth is this?"

"Could it be that you have already mastered the skills of good fortune?"

"Good luck?" He Luo was slightly startled, scratching his forehead, looking puzzled.

Seeing this, Qian Zhuo stretched out his index finger and swipe lightly.

He Luo suddenly felt a bunch of luck merged into his body, making him feel the spring breeze blowing on his face.

But as Qian Zhuo withdrew his hand, the cluster of luck came out of He Luo's body again and returned to his fingertips.

This magical trick can't help but make his eyes shine.

The so-called good luck and joint luck, is to share the fortune from one's own body to others?
It is not only somewhat similar to the borrowing function that comes with its own system, it is exactly the same.

Moreover, the borrowing function of the system does not require him to allocate extra mind to control, and he can control the fortune exchange with just one thought.

So he nodded decisively: "So this trick is called good luck and good luck, I never knew."

From what he meant, it meant that he had already mastered luck and luck.

Qian Zhuo showed a look of appreciation on his face.

Because he knows very well that good luck and joint luck are definitely not a skill that ordinary drawers can master, and only in Nengchao, a genre that majors in manipulating fortune, has this skill.

And what this technique is about is to call up the luck in one's body and send them out.It is a process of extracting fortune.

At the same time, the opposite of conjunction is the process of recovery.

The two complement each other and are called a skill.

I don’t know how many people who have been practicing hard have been stumped.

Now that He Luo has just started, he has already mastered such profound skills so proficiently, which shows that his talent is definitely not bad.

Children can be taught.

Given time, no one can tell how far it can grow.

"Not bad, not bad, the future can be expected." Qian Zhuo expressed his praise with two good things in a row.

This made it impossible for He Luo to connect the person in front of him with the Qian Dai who Wang Zhengyu said was always discriminating against others.

Qian Dai seems to be surprisingly easy to get along with?

He had just thought about this in his heart when he saw the expression on Qian Zhuo's face drooping at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He Luo was wondering that he thought he had provoked him, when he saw an aunt dressed as a cleaner walking towards him.

Even though she didn't say anything from the beginning to the end, she just lowered her head and silently took away He Luo's finished drink cup, and then wiped the table with a rag.

Qian Zhuo was extremely disgusted and loathed.

Rolling his eyes to the sky, He Luo guessed that he must not only want to blame the cleaning for coming at an untimely time, but also worried that communicating with her would lower his status.

Thanks to this, the expression of admiration for He Luo disappeared from his face, replaced by the rigidity and seriousness in his daily life.

"continue"

"Continue?" He Luo touched his head, some did not understand what it meant to continue: "You mean, let me continue to show?"

Qian Zhuo nodded: "Yes, otherwise? But I advise you to speed up, because if this continues, we don't have enough time."

Before he finished speaking, he heard He Luo muttering weakly
"It's gone."

"Huh!?" Qian Zhuo was shocked

"I, I will do this trick."

(End of this chapter)