Auctions one by one.

The price of flying beads and fixed-wind beads is not too low.

The lowest flying beads and Dingfeng beads also sold 5 billion, 4.8 billion.

Just these two treasures made Zhang Tong earn more than 600 billion yuan.

Luo's father was shocked.

Only then did I realize how small my eight million is.

It was only then that he could see clearly the Liu sisters on the stage.

It's really beautiful, no wonder I was attracted by the rich and enjoyed all my glory and wealth from now on.

Perhaps, being a lover of a top tycoon is not a shame.

Otherwise, with so many women in the audience, no matter how many of them look at the Liu Qing sisters, they will be envious.

Alas, it’s really a thing of the past.

It's not the pure era before.

"What is going to be auctioned below is a magical treasure, and it is also a treasure that is difficult to achieve in technology." Liu Qingsi said excitedly and excitedly.

Liu Qingqing also raised the tray, and a small round pill was placed inside.

There is no doubt that this is one of the many pills Zhang Tong got.

"What is that? Can I save my life?"

The rich man sitting in a wheelchair in the audience was full of excitement and expectation, and his heart was beating wildly.

His name is William Scott, and he suffered from a strange terminal illness, that is ALS.

Now that both legs have lost consciousness, they can only sit in a wheelchair, and even their male abilities have gradually been lost.

Although he is very rich and has hundreds of billions of meters of gold, he cannot save him.

Because ALS is a terminal illness and there is no effective medicine.

Hawking suffered from amyotrophic cervical disease and died young.

And because of the emergence of Zhang Tong, a treasure hunter, breast cancer and AIDS have become history.

Perhaps, the same will happen with other terminal illnesses.

But does this pill solve ALS?
Chapter completed!