Sunday.
After Mo Tiankong finished washing up, he waited in the main hall. It was almost ten o 'clock.
"Dong, dong, dong." The clock hidden in the murals of the Cloud Pattern Immortal Palace rang and the door of the shop slowly opened.
There was nothing wrong with it. Mo Tiankong had changed the appearance of the clock and it was perfectly hidden in the murals. It was not easy to find it if one did not look carefully.
Today was the lottery day, so the warriors did not enter the shop. The shop could not accommodate so many people.
If all of them came in, the warriors outside would not be able to hear what Mo Tiankong said when he was advertising the winning numbers.
The shop's soundproofing was very good, so these warriors knew it. After a little consideration, they tacitly chose to stay outside.
Luo Ruo went into the shop alone to prepare. There would be many warriors in the shop when the lottery was opened.
Mo Tiankong also got up and walked out of the door. Looking at the crowd outside, he realized that there were many more warriors here than last time. It was the highest number in history.
After scanning with his mental strength, he got the specific number. There were about two hundred thousand warriors in the Miracle Square today, occupying almost half of the space.
According to the number of five hundred thousand lottery tickets, on average, each person would get two tickets. Of course, most of the warriors bought one ticket.
A small number of people, like Fatty Tang, bought fifty tickets this time. Because he won the lottery last time, he also bought fifty tickets this week.
In fact, as the value of the lottery increased, it attracted more and more warriors to buy, and most of them bought a few tickets.
So the number of people this week was not that high. Last week, there were more than a hundred thousand warriors.
This week, there was a slight increase, mainly because the number of warriors buying tickets had increased. This was the most important thing.
Compared to the shops that followed the trend of opening lottery halls, the grocery store had many advantages. Those were just small businesses.
In the crowd, Fatty Tang and Zhang Tiannan were also among them. Fatty Tang took out a bunch of lottery tickets and waited for them to open.
Zhang Tiannan also held ten lottery tickets in his hand and waited quietly. Tang Ran had already won once, but he had not won a single lottery until now. This was a little sad.
"Good morning." Mo Tiankong greeted these loyal fans.
"Good morning, Store Manager Mo, what's the winning number this time?"
"Store Manager Mo, quickly tell us the number."
"I feel like I can win this time."
"The grand prize is definitely mine."
"Ming Luo Grass. It appeared in Yuelu City last time and was auctioned for a million spirit stones.
“.....”
The warriors in the square also responded one after another. However, those who greeted him were secondary. Most of them were urging him to hurry up.
Mo Tiankong froze. Damn, these people can't wait, can't they be a little calmer?
Of course, he knew how these people felt. When he walked back to the lottery shop, he saw the focused expressions of these people and knew how much they were looking forward to it.
If it was him, if he really bought a lottery ticket, he would also be looking forward to it, especially when it was the day of the lottery.
"Okay, let's not talk about the small talk. The winning numbers this time are 9, 21, 30, 87, 6, 5, 2, 8, 41."
Looking at the restless crowd, Mo Tiankong decided to go straight to the point.
"Ai, I didn't win again."
"Me too, haha, Old Wang, you didn't win either right?"
"You still have the mood to laugh?"
"What's wrong, this thing depends on luck."
"It's just a few spirit stones, it doesn't matter if I didn't win."
"… Haha."
"Seven were right, but the last two were wrong."
"There are a lot of lottery numbers this time."
"Eh, why are there so many more?"
"This is an even number, big brother."
"How can I not know, hmph."
"My last number was wrong, I missed the Ming Luo Grass."
"Me too, what's your last number?"
"Get lost …"
"You won't die from looking at it, stingy."
After Mo Tiankong announced the winning number, there was an uproar in the square. The voices of more than two hundred thousand cultivators were loud, and the sound waves were a bit loud.
Of course, most of them were martial artists and had good physiques. This little bit of sound waves did not affect them.
"Martial artists who have won the lottery, please come forward to claim your prize." After announcing the winning numbers, Mo Tiankong continued to shout.
"Haha, I won the lottery, hahahaha." In the crowd, there was a spot that was shining.
It was a martial artist dressed like a mercenary. He was holding a lottery ticket and laughing.
Mo Tiankong used his appraisal skill. This martial artist was called Yang Sheng and was a mercenary from Mad Lion.
Mo Tiankong glanced at this person and saw that there was only one lottery ticket in his hand. There was nothing else, so he had only bought one.
"Ming Luo Grass."
"This guy's luck is good."
"Sigh, just one more."
Now that the winner had come out, the surrounding martial artists were all green with envy as they spoke.
"Store Manager Mo, it's me, it's me."
Yang Sheng jogged forward and said, his face flushed red from excitement.
"Congratulations, this is the prize, it's in the spatial ring."
Mo Tiankong's mouth twitched. Damn, such a bright light, I'd be blind if I didn't know it was you. Why do I have to repeat myself?
Yang Sheng was a Wuzong realm martial artist, so he could use his mental strength. Mo Tiankong did not consider everything.
If a low level martial artist won the lottery, the spatial ring would not be able to use it. But it did not matter, he could just give the winner a jade box. This could still be done flexibly.
Mo Tiankong did not pay much attention to this Yang Sheng. Was he also from Mad Lion? He should have met him later. Usually, even if Mo Tiankong came to the store, he would not use his appraisal skill on each person.
Mad Lion walked the path of the elite. The lowest cultivation of the mercenaries was the Martial General realm. It was normal for Yang Sheng to have the strength of a Wuzong realm martial artist.
Mo Tiankong was familiar with the group of people who came to the store diligently. Speaking of which, Mo Tiankong had not seen the Kuang Tie for a long time.
After the lottery was opened, some of the martial artists who did not win the lottery walked towards the store. Some of them left directly. Zhang Tiannan and Fatty Tang also left directly. They did not plan to enter the store.
Then, the city guards at the edge of the square also dispersed.
Every time the lottery was opened, it was dangerous for so many martial artists to gather. Therefore, there would be a large number of city guards and patrolling guards to maintain order.
Yang Sheng also entered the store. He had no choice but to enter. Tens of thousands of martial artists wanted to enter the store. At this time, it was impossible to squeeze out. He might as well enter the store to buy some items.
Mo Tiankong naturally also entered the store to prepare. Mondays and Sundays were the busiest time for martial artists. He would be busy.
When he returned to the cashier, the martial artists also came in groups. Not long after, there was a line.
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