hearing Mo Ran's lion's big opening, Huang Lang and Fang Zhun trembled with fear. The teacup in their hands almost fell to the ground.

they look at Mo ran in surprise, and they don't believe their ears at all.

Huang Lang put on a bitter gourd face and asked, "brother, I didn't hear you clearly. How much did you just say?"

Mo ran held out a finger and shook it, saying, "two kinds, 10000 each."

Huang Lang and Fang Zhun look at each other and shake their heads at Moran.

Fang Zhun said: "I said, you'd better kill us, ten thousand. You're not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue....