"five hundred!"

Xiang Ze was not to be outdone. This treasure was much more useful than that broken scripture book. If he could take it back, the trip would not be a loss.

"Six hundred!"

Tang Fan continued to increase prices.

"Seven hundred!"

Xiang Ze stared with red eyes, but his heart was already bleeding.

"Do you still have money?"

Tang Fan asked with a provocative look.

"Eight hundred!"

Xiangze's voice was hoarse, almost roaring.

"Well……"

Tang Fan looked stunned and smiled bitterly: "Actually, I just wanted to say...give up. Why did you add another hundred? Do you have money and no place to spend it?"

"What did you say……"
Chapter completed!