Ling Luochеn turned to Huo Yuhao, utterly baffled. What did he mean?
He had no Soul Bone.
But that did not mean he would not help her.
What did one have to do with the other?
She looked at Huo Yuhao in confusion, her cool, ice-blue eyes filled with questions.
"Come sit down, senior."
Huo Yuhao released her wrist and pointed to the sofa.
Ling Luochеn hesitated, then went over and sat down again. This time, her posture was rather stiff.
She had no idea what trick this junior had up his sleeve.
Huo Yuhao did not explain right away. He turned and took a plain black wooden box from his Storage Soul Tool.
The box was small and square, with a little round hole on top.
He set it on the coffee table before Ling Luochеn, that gentle, faintly sly smile returning to his face.
"Let's play a game, senior."
Ling Luochеn was even more confused.
A game?
Was this really the time for a game?
She looked at the black box, then at Huo Yuhao. "What is this?"
"Drawing lots."
Huo Yuhao smiled. "I put a lot of paper slips inside, each with a different word written on it."
"The rules are simple. Reach in and pick one."
"If you draw a lucky lot, I'll give you the sixty-thousand-year-old Ice Jade Scorpion's Left Arm Bone on the table. No conditions, no charge."
Ling Luochеn's heart skipped a beat.
Give it to me for free?
How could that be possible?
A treasure worth thirty-five million Gold Soul Coins, decided by a little game of drawing lots?
Her instincts told her it could not be that simple, but the Soul Bone's allure was too great.
"What if... I don't draw a lucky one?" she asked hesitantly.
"Then you're unlucky, and