[Now who's taking advantage of who?] Zhen Yuan argued and the double stuck out his tongue.
[I don't care. I want three chances.] He said and Zhen yuan sighed with a helpless expression.
[Three chances.] He agreed.
[Plot eight hundred and eighty-eight, plot eighty-eight, and plot eight.] Shen Xu said, looking at Zhen Yuan with expectant eyes.
[Why did you choose those?] Zhen Yuan asked.
[Eight is a lucky number.] The double said and Zhen Yuan forcibly suppressed his laughter.
[Eight is a lucky number in your home world.] He reminded and Shen Xu was momentarily confused before understood.
[We are in the cultivation world.] He muttered and Zhen Yuan nodded.
[Your guesses…] The man started but Shen Xu interrupted him.
[I don't care. I want a do over.] He said but Zhen Yuan shook his head.
[It's too late.] The man said, tipping his head towards the table.
A moment later, Xiao Weimin revealed his wooden square and Xu Xue nodded.
