"Chen Jiu, there are many awards at the equestrian convention. As long as you save it, I'll take you over..." Clove is also a continuous persuasion.

"Well, I'm a soft-eared person, and I can't hear any good words from others. So, I'm in great need of God Stone for my practice now, Prince Zhao, you can give me 10,000!" When Chen Jiu sighed, the lion preached with open mouth.

"What? Ten thousand, what are you kidding about?" Zhao Dianjin suddenly screamed and stared at Chen Jiu. He was speechless. Do you know what 10,000 pieces are?

"Chen Jiu, ten thousand are too many!" Clove frowned, expressing the unacceptable sermon: "Although...