chapter 142 Incense Burner Hidden Ghost

Suddenly, the eyes of the fat-faced monk and the thin-faced Taoist priest fell on Jupiter Blake at the same time. A ruthless light flashed quietly in their eyes, and the threat was self-evident. However, the fat-faced monk still said with a smile: "My little brother, I don't know whether the things are worth 300 million, but I know one thing: money can't buy what you love!"

Zhou Yi's brows were twisted together. Why was it this guy again? He always came out to make trouble at critical...