But speaking of it, 100 million gold, if the target wasn't Qing Tong, would already be an astronomical sum!,But when a glint appeared in her eyes, the smile on her lips turned wickedly sinister, instantly transforming her into a dark god as described in Western hell.,Unable to discern anything unusual, Qing Tong felt quite bored. With a casual flick of her finger, she sent the bead rolling aside.。