Next moment, Zhu Rongkong burst out with a smile. Even his elder brother and other immortals could not provoke the little devil head. Naturally, he did not need to provoke the little devil head to be unhappy. He should sacrifice his money to avoid disaster. He said, "The old man wishes to give Song Gongzi a million superb spiritual crystals, ten nine magic pills and two nine magic weapons!"

Song Yan nodded satisfactorily, then looked at Zhu Rongji and said, "How about you?"

Zhu Rongji bit his teeth and said, "Eighty-hundred thousand Jingling, five Jiuping Lingdan and one Jiuping Lingdan!"

"Just barely!" Song inkstone pouts its mouth.

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