With a casual press, Sao Zha held his breath.
The big gift packages were not like the small ones; they had always had a very low chance of winning a prize.
As far as Sao Zha knew, the luckiest prize ever drawn from a big gift package was the Golden Gift Package.
Even the Golden Gift Package had only been won by one person, who was now recorded on the Dragon Gate Stele as the luckiest recipient of the big gift package.
And Sao Zha was very unfortunate.
Because he had lived for hundreds of years, he had never tried to draw a big gift package since he had never been eligible.
The needle spun quickly, gradually slowing down.
Sao Zha held his breath and watched the needle slowly move, not daring to breathe, and now he even stopped flapping his wings, settling on Mo Shu's shoulder, eyes wide open, afraid to miss any of the excitement.
Finally, the needle landed right between the gold and silver slots.
Sao Zha's eyes widened, and then he screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
