MTL - Our Mommy is the Best Investigator! - Chapter 866 new look

The protagonist Yang Yong competes with others in the bar and has a special function of mutation, and he can observe the spectrum emitted by various metals.

Every day in the United States, there are thousands of unowned abandoned warehouses for auction. Yang Yongping borrowed the special function of his left eye to find valuable items from the garbage, such as gold and silver coins, cars, and even antiques, guns, There are all kinds of things.

The scouring has made Yang Yong’s business bigger and bigger, from auctioning old warehouses to auctioning old houses, buying salvage boats to salvage sunken treasures on the seabed, to buying ancient castles in Europe and excavating underground vaults, step by step. Kangzhuang Avenue, proud of life.

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She was there only for a blind date, but had been mistaken as the third person to seduce the men. She angrily cursed, “I don't know that scum!” As a result, she had been pestered by this “scum” ever since.

She became his wife because of an agreement of “secret marriage”. They clearly said that they wouldn't touch each other, but this Mr. Huo actually went back on his word in the blink of an eye. Not only did he forcibly take her body, but he also wanted her heart. “I want —” “Well, I’ll satisfy you!” He agreed immediately. However, what she actually wanted to say was, “I want a divorce,” but she ended up being carried to bed by him …

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