Cao Heming shook his body slightly, his eyes crossed the moonquake temper with cold gloom. He looked straight at Sun Li behind the moonquake temper. His mouth showed a grim smile. Then he turned his eyes back to the moonquake temper and smiled softly.

"Monthly landlord, the price of this Yuanqing vase, we have so many years of relationship, do not need to worry about, after all, there is not much money."

The value of nearly 100 million yuan blue and white ghost Valley down the mountain bottle in Cao Heming's mouth, turned out to be worthless, then Cao Heming looked at the moon and said coldly, "You ask me...