Chapter 59: The Non-Chief

Lin Chen saw the other party finish the blood signature, and his smile became even brighter.

"Fellow Daoist Randeng, what type of jar do you need? How many do you need to open?"

Randeng struggled for a long time, and finally chose to consume with a loan, without having to pay merit immediately.

But the debt will have to be repaid sooner or later, and the interest is frighteningly high.

He didn't dare to spend casually, and after struggling for a long time, he finally made up his mind.

"Senior, give me a golden epic jar first."

Isn't it said that opening a jar requires good fortune? He, Randeng, is a congenital creature, and he is a chaotic god and demon like the senior, so he will definitely have great fortune.

Even if there is only a 1% chance of opening an SSS-level epic system, isn't it simple for him?

"Okay!"

"Good luck!"

Naturally, Lin Chen couldn't say much about Randeng's stinginess, and directly took out a golden epic jar and threw it to the other party.

Looking at the pocket jar, Randeng was so excited that he trembled all over, and was suppressed by Haotian, and his soul was traumatized.

His face was dark yellow, and his eyes were a little cloudy, giving people a feeling that he would die at any time.

"Break the miniature jar and you can get the opportunity inside."

"If you have a deep fortune, you can also get the so-called system like Guanyin."

"If you have poor fortune, there will be no empty jar. As for whether you get the supreme treasure of the world or the legendary system, it depends on your luck."

Lin Chen felt that he still needed to remind the other party. If he didn't get the opportunity he wanted, and died without thinking, wouldn't it ruin the reputation of the Fortune Mall?

After getting the miniature jar, Randeng's mood was much calmer.

If he didn't get it, he would have endless fantasies.

After getting it, he calmed down a lot and didn't open the jar immediately.

Seeing the other party's cautious expression, Lin Chen was a little speechless.

"Don't worry! I will never interfere with anyone opening the can!"

"Everything depends on your chance. My Fortune Mall emphasizes equality for all beings and fairness."

Ran Deng took a few deep breaths, put his mind at ease, and smashed the pocket can directly.

A gray energy beam shot straight into the sky. The thick power of chaos frightened Ran Deng so much that he stepped back several steps.

"Senior, this..."

His face was full of trepidation, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

"Uh, how did this old Bidden cultivate to the peak of quasi-saint?"

"You opened the can yourself and scared yourself?"

Looking at Ran Deng's terrified expression, Lin Chen was speechless. He had never seen such a timid quasi-saint.

"But your luck is not very good. You got a rusty samurai sword."

When he heard about the shipment, he was stunned at first, and excitedly rushed to the front of the beam. Looking at the rusty and cracked long sword, his eyes were full of doubts.

"One million merits, and this thing came out?"

"Does this long sword have other deep meanings?"

Randeng carefully took out the long sword and looked it up and down, his confused eyes full of doubts.

"Don't look at it, be confident, it's just an ordinary samurai sword, the kind that will break if you use a little force."

Looking up and down at the samurai sword, he confirmed that there was nothing special about it, and carefully put it in his arms.

"Senior, another one!"

He was slightly disappointed, but with a 1% chance, it was really difficult for a jar to produce an epic system.

He held the newly bought jar tightly with both hands again, and his turbid eyes were full of expectations.

Especially when he thought of the scene where Haotian robbed him of 50 million merits and was ruthlessly suppressed by Haotian in front of countless lives, his heart was filled with deep resentment.

He raised the pocket jar in his hand high, wishing that the jar in his hand was Haotian, so that he could control it at will.

"Clang!"

Randeng smashed the pocket jar hard to the ground, making a clang sound.

The smile on Lin Chen's face became even brighter. Randeng was a little excited and started to open the jar violently.

I saw a gray energy beam, and Randeng's eyes widened, looking at the black object in the light.

I couldn't wait to take it out, and the moment I got it in my hand, Randeng recognized it.

"It's actually the Chaos Spirit Fruit!"

The Chaos Spirit Fruit grows in the depths of chaos, on the dark forest trees.

This is the healing holy medicine of the Chaos Gods and Demons, which is a rare existence.

Sweeping away the frustration just now, he happily took it into his arms.

"Hehe, senior, another one!"

One million merits in exchange for a healing holy medicine, and it is a holy medicine specifically for the treatment of the Chaos Avenue. This wave is not a loss.

The first time he tasted the joy of opening a jar, the inexplicable surprise, the unexpected good luck, made him completely forget all the frustration.

He happily opened more than ten of them. In addition to healing medicine, wild strawberries, and the dried meat of an unknown chaotic beast, there were samurai swords in the back.

Gradually, he realized that something was wrong.

He came here for the opportunity of Hunyuan Daluo, why do you always give him healing medicine and samurai swords?

"Senior, why do you always give him this kind of healing medicine?"

Noticing the other party's questioning eyes, Lin Chen also spread his hands.

"I have said that what can be prescribed depends on your luck."

"All the prescriptions are healing medicines, why are you asking me? You have to ask yourself, what do you really need?"

Hearing this, Randeng was also shocked, as if he had grasped something.

He was suppressed by Haotian, and his soul was injured. Isn't this healing medicine what he needs most at the moment?

"Is it that what is needed at the moment will be produced?"

Randeng quickly took out the Chaos Spirit Fruit and swallowed it.

A refreshing sweetness went straight into the Dantian along the throat.

The thick power of chaos constantly cleansed his soul, and it took a moment to recover as before, and the whole person became radiant.

Perhaps it was because he ate too much, and some of his weakness could not be replenished, and his face became hot.

Randeng, who was revived with full blood, felt the pleasure of not having to pay for merits temporarily, and could get a chance. He shouted that he wanted to open ten at once.

He was no longer satisfied with opening one by one, and wanted to smash ten at a time, longing for the pleasure of shipping together.

"Haha, fellow Daoist Ran Deng is straightforward, I wish you good luck."

Lin Chen took out 10 pocket jars again, and Ran Deng waved his generous hand, and ten pocket jars were smashed to the ground together.

"I have recovered to my peak state. I won't be given healing medicine this time, right?"

Randeng thought so, looking at the ten pillars of light with expectation.

The next moment, he was dumbfounded, rubbed his eyes, and was a little unbelievable.

"Uh, is this a little abnormal?"

Seeing the gray pillars of light, Randeng's old face felt a little uncomfortable.

Looking around, nine rusty samurai swords and a wild strawberry were opened.

Lin Chen almost couldn't help but laughed out loud.

"What kind of shit luck is this? Nine samurai swords were opened?"

"How dark is this old Biden?"

"Is it the legendary non-chief?"

Seeing the other party's face full of astonishment and helpless eyes, Lin Chen couldn't find words to comfort him.

Lin Chen swore that he really didn't do anything, this guy just had a dark face.

Perhaps it was the powerful opportunity that didn't pity the chaos maggots that came out of the coffin, otherwise it wouldn't be all samurai swords.

The damage is not great, but the insult is extremely strong.

Didn't you see that Randeng's face was full of innocence and pity?

This is the real non-African. Haotian, who is over-enhanced, and Tongtian, who can't deliver after opening the can, have to stand aside.

Randeng drooped his face, wanting to cry but without tears. He asked himself that he was not inferior to anyone.

It would be fine if there was a 1% chance that the system would not come out, but he opened 20 of them, and he had 15 rusty samurai swords.

Not to mention the SSS-level system, he was not a rag collector, and was deeply disgusted.