Soon, Uncle Lan's seemingly magical gambling skills deeply impressed Mu Can. The dice inside the dice cup seemed to be firmly under Uncle Lan's control, almost as if he could roll any number he wished.
Mu Can gave it a try, but his Divine Sense was utterly incapable of penetrating the dice cup to control the dice inside. Three games, three losses, without the slightest hint of suspense.
"Again, again," Uncle Lan said with a look of unsated desire after three rounds. Winning was too easy; there was no challenge at all. But it was rare to gamble against someone, so there was no way Uncle Lan would stop now, given the chance.
"No more, no more. There's no fun in always losing," Mu Can waved his hands, feeling like a mere child without any ability to resist in front of Uncle Lan.
Uncle Lan was almost startled by the rush of his own efforts to get Mu Can to gamble with him for a while; now that he was just getting warmed up, Mu Can started complaining about not wanting to play.
