"It definitely won't be a one!"
Facing Fu Qian's question, Mousse almost subconsciously responded.
But for some reason, she felt inexplicably unsure after she spoke.
"I'll take that as a good omen."
Fu Qian didn't say much, just watched her with a smile.
Under her somewhat solemn gaze, he didn't hesitate, and directly threw the dice.
As the dice landed and began to spin, it seemed as if the Tide of Spirituality surged, continuously battering the mind.
A few seconds later, the dice stopped.
A one!
Mousse stood frozen on the spot in an instant, her mind roaring.
Why is it a one?
How could it be a one?
How could it possibly be a one!
Could it be that Mr. Fu has also been affected? Or is it—
"This result really is a bit confusing!"
Fu Qian didn't look at her and simply picked up the dice himself.
"I..."
Fu Qian's words once again intensified the shock, and even as Mousse tried to speak, she was surrounded by a strong sense of powerlessness.
