In reality, Lin Fan was a young man who was easily contented. He didn't need the Marquis of Despair to be ultra rich, but there should be some respectable amount at the very least, shouldn't it?
Not much, really! Just perhaps somewhere in the ballpark figure of a few tens of millions of Shengyang Pills? 180 Dao weapons or so? That much will do.
Creak.
As the door swung open, a dazzling rainbow colored light shone out of it.
"Aiyah! It's so dazzling!" Lin Fan covered his eyes as his body trembled with excitement, "Too dazzling! I can't take it anymore! No more!"
It was embarrassing, but Lin Fan was hard right now, as though he had just witnessed the succubus of the century. His saliva was dripping down from his open mouth.
Rich! He had struck gold this time around!
Catching sight of everything before him, Lin Fan could not help but leap with joy.
