However, the fire at the city gate affected the fish in the pond, which had to be considered......

The wind blew lightly, and the small stream was tinkling. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

"I'm afraid it's for you." After a long silence, the pharmacist turned his head and took a deep look at Luo Yu.

When Luo Yu heard this, he smiled and stretched out his hand: "Happy cooperation." ”

Summer, a scorching paradise.

And when Luo Yu was in Pudu Country and the head of the Pharmacists Association to discuss cooperation matters such as pill spars, he did not slack off on the side of Wangtianya Yun Killing Heaven.

The Heavenly Birth Palace, the neighboring country of the Earth Demon Fire, is not very far from the Buddha Immortal Yishui.

The Temple of Heaven, the land of projectiles, is quite small.

Especially in front of supergiants like Buddha Immortal Yishui and Earth Demon Fire, it is simply getting more and more pitiful, and it can almost only be compared to a small city in the two countries.

However, this natural temple is ridiculously rich.

Just because he is small and materially poor, he will change if he is poor, and change will make sense.

The people in the country, no one cultivates that unobtrusive fighting spirit, so that everyone will operate in business.

If it is said that the Heavenly Birth Hall has a population of 100,000, then 90,000 are all merchants.

It's just a business kingdom at all.

It is these merchants who have developed outwards that have turned the Heavenly Birth Hall into a rich and oily country.

And because of the amount of money, no master can get it.

Although the country is small, the severity does not overwhelm the prevention of looking at the end of the world.

The small capital of the Heavenly Palace, the Bijing firm.

Don't look at the store door that is only a few dozen square meters, the gold bricks on the ground are really real gold, and they are paved so casually.

A frank nouveau riche form.

"Yo, what kind of wind blew our Heavenly King here today?"

In the most noble private room of Bijing Firm, a red-haired, concave and convex woman, extremely bewitching, pushed the door in, looked at Yun Jitian who was sitting in it with a cold face and smiled.

Yun Jitian listened to this voice, and suddenly frowned coldly.

"Baguio, don't be like an old bustard." Feng Wuxin, who was standing beside Yun Jitian, rubbed his eyebrows.

"Old bustard, Feng Wuxin's words today are what you dare to say, if you want to change to anyone else, you will die a thousand times."