"Eighty million! No, one hundred million! One hundred million yuan! That should be enough, right! I must make Qingtong die!",Qing Tong raised an eyebrow, looking at the orb in her hand. She really couldn't understand how people from M country valued it so much.,The light from the lamp shone on the beads in her hand, casting a rainbow of colors. It illuminated the perfectly proportioned material, making it seem like the Muses of ancient Greek mythology, who captured the hearts and minds of mortals.。