C750 To Lower Oneself to Make Money!

Crackling.

As the bonfire jumped, Zheng Feiyue held onto the black tree branch and looked at the male representatives from the sect. As if he was a teacher looking at a few retarded children, he asked in concern, "Do you understand now?"

"Understood!"

"I really understand it this time!"

"Don't worry, Manager Zheng. I have grasped the true meaning of this technique