Lu Heng felt that he had been unlucky for eight lifetimes before he contracted the unlucky dragon in Xiaoxian. It made him angry to think that he, a genius in the realm of cultivation, would now travel through time and space and snatch luck like what was written in the mortal realm.
Little Jinlong: "bulibulibuli, Lu Heng, I want it."
Lu Heng: "No."
Little Golden Dragon: "Liar, bastard, bastard."
Lu Heng felt his head hurt. This unlucky and stubborn dragon couldn't learn any skills, it couldn't breathe fire or water, but it was pretty good at learning curse words. My hand feels so itchy, I really want to swat it. Lu Heng couldn't stop him from hitting him, and he used his backhand like a big mouth, and the little golden dragon's eyes flashed with golden flowers.
Lu Heng: "When I absorb the luck of this interface, it's up to you."
Little Golden Dragon: Meow meow meow? ? ?