C1721 Don't Make a Man into a Dead Man

When she heard this crazy noise, which sounded like she was peddling cabbages, Leng Wuyan felt dizzy. Her gaze towards Lin Bai was filled with adoration. The price of two thousand bottles of Extreme Frost Marrow was a frightening number. Leng Ying understood that for such a terrifying number, other than these hidden sects, even if he had saved up all his life