Behind Leng Yuan, Shen Lang was dripping with sweat.
The more "luck" the system absorbed, the lighter Shen Lang's body felt. It was as if a heavy mountain pressing down on him was being moved away piece by piece. In all these years, he had never felt so relaxed. He had originally suspected that Leng Yuan and Gu Jiaojiao were deceiving him, but now he believed them completely.
He could also guess that the woman in front of them was up to no good. He knew that Leng Yuan possessed incredible good luck—perhaps just as much good luck as his own bad luck. This woman was obviously scheming to steal it. This was not something a good person would do. Whatever hesitation Shen Lang might have had earlier was gone; now, he felt not a single shred of guilt for scheming against her.
Finally, five minutes later, the system was full. It even let out a satisfied burp.
