C1732 CHAPTER1732 YOU ARE NOT QUALIFIED TO NEGOTIATE

Sam Moreels secretly sighed. His eyes became more and more indifferent. This was the only wish he had in his heart.

"The Holy Emperor's cigarettes and dog food are all one million heaven stones..."

"Furthermore, it's not as if one can step into the quasi Saint Emperor Realm by smoking a Saint Emperor Rank cigarette... Everything depends on luck!"

"This will consume even more Heaven Stones..