Slumping on the sofa, Fang Zheng was completely gray and white.
Can't draw anything......
Can't draw anything at all......
Whether it's because his luck has left Fang Zheng, he has done ten ten-draws in a row, and it was all a bunch of junk. Of course, you could say that getting nine three-stars plus Steel is kind of excessive, but it's almost the case!
Ten ten-draws!
Ten!
Ten ten-draws only resulted in three Silver Rank Soulstones, and one Golden Grade...Frostmourne!
That's right, the best thing Fang Zheng has drawn so far is actually a Frostmourne!
MMP!!
At this point, Fang Zheng started to question his life.
What about the promised guaranteed draw? Laozi has topped-up this much, at least you should give a guaranteed...wait, the guarantee is there, but......
Thinking about it, Fang Zheng tiredly looked forward, only to see that right before him, a "war" was about to break out.
"Listen well, the master's weapon is me and Ester, you don't have a chance to show up."
