C12 Bad Luck Comes Again and Again

Twenty-eight points?

This was an insult to a Soul singer.

I, Xu Ling, am unable to complete my seven tunes since I was young. You actually gave me 28 points out of the five laws... This is simply a wise choice.

While feeling delighted in his heart, Xu Ling played with the two lucky dice in his hands for a while before asking curiously, "Ya, how do you use these two things?"

Ya: The lucky dices have a total of six sides: Blood Calamity, Bad Luck, Bad Luck, Good Luck and Good Fortune. The host can use the dice to obtain the luck attribute of the corresponding side and maintain it for 24 hours. After the effect expires, the luck will be reset and return to normal standards. Within 24 hours, only one lucky die could be used.

Because it stopped blowing!

Xu Ling raised his eyebrows, put his palms together, and placed the lucky die in his palm. He threw it with force, and with a "pata" sound, it fell on the table.

Staring at the lucky die that was spinning in circles, Xu Ling's eyes lit up and he shouted, "Good luck, good luck, good luck. "Bad luck, disperse!"

The lucky dice rolled a couple of times on the table before stopping. Xu Ling could not wait to get closer. When he saw the front of the dice that was facing upwards, it was like a basin of cold water had been poured over his head.

"Bad luck again and again!"

Ten thousand mud horses galloped across Xu Ling's heart.

Tears welled up in Xu Ling's eyes. He felt so wronged that he was about to cry.

Was it easy for me to draw a prize?

First, I drew ordinary items one after another. It wasn't easy for me to get a fine prize, and I even had to go against my conscience and sing the revised version of "Little Star." It was fine for me to be tortured like this, but why did I roll the lucky die for the sake of bad luck?

It's hard for a person not to tear it apart, there's no need to play with people like this!

Ya, I want to go home! I want Mommy!

Ya: Hehe, going home, I won't be able to go home for the rest of my life! Work hard in the other world, host.

Ya: Friendly reminder, the first time you throw a lucky die, the probability of you getting lucky or above is 99.99%. From this, it could be seen that the host's face was so dark that even the great system, the Ya, was unable to save him... Sigh, what a tragedy!

Xu Ling instantly covered his face with tears and fell into a pile of documents. He shook his head continuously and said: "I won't listen, I won't listen..."

"Since I have bad luck, humph, I won't go anywhere. I will just stay in the office and avoid this disaster."

Xu Ling thought complacently. He picked up the pen and prepared to write the draft for tomorrow.

"Pata!"

The tip of the pen broke?

Xu Ling opened his mouth wide in surprise.

This is something made of metal. With a light stroke of my pen, it broke! Are you f * cking kidding me?

Unbelievable, Xu Ling picked up the tip of the pen and gently pinched it. With a "pata," it broke into two again.

F * ck!

This brother is so cunning. Is he born with extraordinary strength?

Xu Ling excitedly slammed the table, and the portable electric fan he put aside actually flew up in an instant. It smashed towards him at a speed visible to the naked eye.

F * ck!

Luckily, Xu Ling reacted quickly and tilted his head, narrowly avoiding him.

However, Zhang Wenming, who was sitting not far away from him, was not so lucky. The portable electric fan directly hit him.

It did not cause much damage. The main reason was that he was quite frightened.

"I say, Teacher Xu, if you have something to say, just call me. You don't need to use an electric fan to hit me, right?"

Zhang Wenming, who had just recovered from his shock, patted his chest and complained.

Xu Ling smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, sorry, this was an accident..."

Before he could finish speaking, the thermos placed beside Xu Ling's feet suddenly fell to the ground. After a loud sound, only the glass fragments and the shell of the thermos were left on the ground.

The loud explosion scared Xu Ling so much that he jumped back. "Bang!" His elbow hit the flower pot by the window.

Then, the flower pot fell rapidly downstairs under the surprised gazes of the two.

The series of unfortunate events made Xu Ling dumbfounded. He stood rooted to the ground in a daze. He didn't know what to do.

Dirt coal.

This Buff Halo of "Bad Luck Consecutive," wasn't it a little too cruel?

It was simply making people doubt their lives every minute.

Zhang Wenming did not think too much about it. The only thing he thought of was the flower pot that fell down.

It was made of mud and coal. This was the fifth floor!

Therefore, he quickly shouted to Xu Ling, who was close to the window, "Teacher Xu, what are you still standing there for? Head out and see if the flower pot has hit anyone!"

Xu Ling let out a sound of "Oh," and quickly ran to the window. He looked down and saw nothing but a broken flower pot.

It was safe and sound.

Xu Ling patted his chest and took a long breath.

"Teacher Xu, what happened to you today? Something bad always happens around you."

Zhang Wenming, who saw some clues, glanced at Xu Ling with a puzzled look.

Xu Ling rubbed his hands and laughed dryly. "No, Uncle Zhang, you are thinking too much. I am not possessed by the God of Decay."

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly glanced at the laptop that was still working normally. So, Xu Ling said, "Uncle Zhang, look. Isn't my laptop fine?"

As soon as he said that, the laptop suddenly turned blue and made an ear-piercing sound.

Xu Ling:... ""

He touched his cheek and felt a burning pain.

The feeling of being slapped in the face was not good!

Zhang Wenming:... ""

Teacher Xu, could it be that he was really possessed by the God of Misfortune?

This was f * * king luck!

No matter what, he had to get him out of the office as soon as possible to avoid harming his colleagues.

Therefore, Zhang Wenming said, "Teacher Xu, the recording has ended. There's nothing on the station that needs you to do. You can get off work early."

Xu Ling thought for a while and finally nodded.

He swore to himself that after he went home, he would lock himself in the house and never come out to harm people.

But after Xu Ling left the office, his bad luck still did not leave him.

He entered the elevator and was just about to press the button on the first floor when the electricity went out.

A slot was stuck in his throat. Xu Ling did not want to spit it out.

Ya, we don't have to play like this.

I am your host, play me to death. What meaning does your existence have?

The Ya that was everywhere replied with a laugh, "Host, don't worry. After I toy with you to death, I can continue to look for the next host."

Xu Ling looked at the sky.

There were tears at the corners of his eyes.

Ya, do your family members know that you're so naughty?

About an hour later, the call finally came. Xu Ling, who was on the verge of despair, quickly rushed out and bumped into Zhang Wenming, who was walking up the stairs.

Zhang Wenming asked curiously, "Teacher Xu, didn't you get off work an hour ago? Why are you still here?"

Xu Ling said with snot and tears, "Uncle Zhang, I am old and miserable. Previously, the elevator had a power outage and trapped me inside. I only got out now. Sigh, Uncle Zhang, don't run away. "I'll treat you to a meal. Let's have a drink. Uncle Zhang, why are you running faster and faster?"

"Teacher Xu, I'll treat you to a meal another day."

Zhang Wenming did not wait for Xu Ling to finish speaking. He ran out of the radio building like a wisp of smoke. He was afraid that he would not be able to avoid Xu Ling in time. He was also brought into a ditch by Xu Ling's bad luck.

That little heart of Xu Ling was really cold now.