Everyone's eyes turned to him.

The other party's eyes were always staring at Su Mu.

That's very obvious, I only look for Su Mu.

Jiang Wangshu couldn't help but look at Su Mu, and Su Mu smiled slightly:

"Can you afford to play?"

Before Feng Zinan could change his face, he said to Jiang Wangshu in a daze:

"Lao Jiang, I'm willing to pay a dime to bet that he is a poor guy."

Feng Zinan's face suddenly turned ferocious.

But Su Mu reacted faster.

Clang.

On the negotiating table, three glass bottles filled with dark blue liquid were smashed out directly.

Feng Qingxuan, Feng Wuchen, Feng Zinan, Feng Siming, and the people behind them who had the Blood Seeds changed suddenly.

"Play three of them first, but I can't take them out, so what can I do?"

Feng Zinan's face suddenly became extremely gloomy and ugly.

Source liquid.

The highest level of source fluid.

How could he have it?

Damn it.

Feng Qingxuan's pupils shrank into needle tips.

What shocked him even more was what level of storage device Su Mu had in his hands.

Su Mu is a pure blood group of the royal family. In theory, he should inherit all the wealth of the royal family.

It is understandable that he can take out the source liquid.

But……!

How many he has?
Chapter completed!