"Wait! Two million taels of gold? ”

Feng Jiuli sat up from the bed abruptly and looked at Evil Moon in pain: "What kind of elixir are you, made of gold?" Two million taels of gold! ”

Evil Moon suddenly became dissatisfied, and retorted with wide eyes, "You know...

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