C107 Winning with Money

Within Tongzhai, the Tongjinmo was not like the spring wind in broad daylight. Instead, he had a sinister aura around him.

Wanchenghou was at the side, the wound on his forehead which Tongjinmo had smashed with his cup the last time had only just recovered a little. Looking at the gloomy and uncertain Tongjinmo in front of him, it seemed like the blood in his body was about to stop flowing