"The tax revenue of the whole city is less than one thousand gold coins a year, and the reward of one million gold coins is too much." Yuan Ye was a little surprised, millions of gold coins, which is a city's tax revenue for one thousand years. It is ten billion yuan on earth, which is a great wealth.

"listen to the accent, is the little brother a stranger?" The old man asked tentatively.

"well, my home is far enough from here." Yuan Ye says helplessly, it's all aliens, can't it be far away.

"no wonder," the old man bowed his head and said: "little brother, I don't know. Yufan...