After meeting Qu Xiaoyao's meaningful gaze, Yang Bo painfully took out his communicator and transferred fifty million, his expression very unpleasant: "You can talk now."
Qu Xiaoyao looked at the money with satisfaction, pointing backwards with her finger: "I don't even know if they are still there."
"More than fifty Transcendents gathered together, looking from afar, their expressions seemed a bit unusual, as if they had just finished a secret affair."
"What?"
"Why are you looking for them, could it be that the one they stole from is your wife?"
After hearing the first half, Yang Bo felt ecstatic, but his expression froze at the second half.
However, he didn't want to argue with this troublesome woman, for his mind was full of All Heavens Reflecting True Crystal.
The frustration from being blackmailed for fifty million seemed to vanish entirely.
More than fifty people, the numbers match...
The unusual expressions, that's a match too!
Hmph!
