C509 The Face of a Poem Is Beautiful Enough to Topple a Nation

"What …"

Dan Jixiang could not react at all, and a moment later, he raised the hammer and said, "Sir Ling Tian, twenty million once!"

"Hua!"

As the sound of the hammer faded, the entire hall burst into an uproar.

Could it be that his brain had been burnt by the money to buy a Mid Grade Mask for twenty million?

"Ling Tian, it's too expensive!" Qin Mingyue was also dumbfounded