A loss.

They never thought that Lu Fang would be willing to sell this bloody horse, but Lu Lin took the lead.

This fat man is the richest, and once he gets it, he will never be able to buy this bloody horse with money again.

Liang Dong looked at it and said nothing.

I was just surprised that Lu Fang was really short of money.

Logically speaking, even the wine he ordered from Qingxifang could make Lu Fang a lot of money.

But this was Lu Fang's private matter, so he naturally wouldn't ask any more questions.

He just turned his head and said to a martial artist: "Go and bring my Black God here."

The poor play cockfighting, the rich play hippogriff.

These days, the top disciples are playing hawks and horses.
Chapter completed!