"Three thousand one hundred taels of silver." A beautiful sound came from the next wing, and it stood out in the already quiet lobby.

Yu Zijin couldn't help frowning, looked at the source of the voice, and thought of the little maid who had just knocked on the door, and his heart was clear.

It seems that the man is going to deal with himself...

"Jinsheng This World" The sword falls on the Lethe River, and the fog rises from the South City (1) is in the middle of the hand, please wait for a while,

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