An Xi took a look and walked back to Li Feng's side, her face also filled with shock, because the woman inside the Crystal Coffin seemed eternally youthful, not a single trace of time had left any mark on her, and her stunningly beautiful face appeared as if time had stopped at eighteen.
As for her clothes stitched with gold threads, those invaluable jewels paled in comparison to her.
"Bro!"
Wen Tong's plump body shot toward Li Feng like a cannonball, falling to his knees a meter away before sliding to Li Feng's feet, propelled by inertia.
"Bro, just give me your sister, and I'll go back and smash the pot to sell iron. I can't come up with a trillion, but a couple hundred billion, please let me scrape it together, it's really all I've got."
Wen Tong clutched Li Feng's thigh, weeping and wailing tearfully.
"You fatso, have you no shame?"
