C144 Three Million for a Change of Hands

The cold wind blew Xu Qingmo's hair. He frowned and shouted, "Vermillion Bird's Seven Nights!"

The last bamboo chopstick was like a deadly arrow, hitting the Sophora flavescens and forming the shape of the Vermillion Bird of the South with the other six chopsticks!

On the bookstall that Xu Qingmo had seen