"No. 508, 880 million, narrowly wins the hall master." The host then announced the results to everyone with a microphone.

The scene was like a frying pan again.

The Lord of xingque hall not only agreed to bet, but also lost!

What is the price he bit?

Did he really give the pearl to her like this?!

Xingque can tolerate such a coquettish operation!

Seventh floor.

"The master has no objection to this result, so I'll go down and pay first."

Yuri said this and turned to leave.

It's really her style to grab something and leave.

"Three lives, three demands." Fremin suddenly said.

Yuri paused when she left, and...