Xiang Fu stopped the angry villagers. He stepped forward and said, "my Lord, we have already agreed to give you only 200 golden beaks a month. This is our limit. If we double it, we won't get it at all. "

"we don't care. In three days, we will collect the remaining 200. If you can't get it out, don't blame us. Hum...... " The head of the man hummed, his face cold.

"senior emissary, we really can't take it out. Here..." To blessing there is a cry, "please make the adults gracious!"

"if you can't hand it in, you will die!" Several people said in a cold voice, no...