C1926 Seven Drops of Blood

"This pendant is interesting. How do we trade?" Dongfang Qingyu looked at the pendant. There was nothing unusual on his face.

"It must be something extraordinary that can enter Dongfang Qingyu's eyes, Great God Dongfang. You want to pick up scraps from me? I'm not that stupid. " female player smiled sweetly. Dongfang Qingyu was a trademark, something that was in his hands