C1696 Don't make a man into a dead man

Hearing this crazy voice that sounded like someone selling cabbages, Leng Zhanyan felt dizzy, the gaze that he looked at Lin Bai with was filled with worship. The price of two thousand bottles of Extreme Frost Marrow was a frightening number. Leng Zhanyan understood that for such a terrifying number, other than these hidden sects, even if he had spent his entire life accumulating this amount