"Who is it, who is it, why are they so lucky?"
"The eighth, ninth, eleventh, and twelfth are almost consecutive fate signs. Does he know where they're hiding?"
"Little Cao, what's wrong? It's an ornament when the battle is mysterious and clearing the battlefield?"
Every master trying to find the Luck Talisman almost went crazy when they heard its sound.
They were desperately searching for the charm of fate, but most didn't find it, while some kept getting the charms of fate as easily as picking cabbage, which was very exciting.
"Who is it exactly?" Who is it? At the mountain top, a black-haired man wearing a Star Robe clenched his fists, very unwilling.
"My He Lan Mountain is the strongest, crushing anyone, yet I just got the charm of fate. Some got three, some got six!" The man in the Star Robe clenched his fists, unable to make it work.
