Twin martial arts

Everyone spoke one after another, raising Lin Fan in various ways.

It is said that compared with Dudu Lin's annual tribute, his own annual tribute is simply not worth it.

It is said that Dudu Lin deserves to be the number one alchemist in the world, and his ability to make money is invincible.

Lin Fan listened coldly.

In fact, this is also the rule of Mozun Palace. There is no upper limit for annual tribute, but there is a lower limit, as long as you meet the standard.

But in fact, the more this is the case, the annual annual tribute will increase a lot out of thin air, because although Mozun Palace did not say it bluntly, it is the first annual annual tribute, and it will definitely be taken care of by many in the palace in the coming year, so the annual annual tribute said After all, it is also a competition.

"Your Majesty, this old man is petitioning, wishing to give Admiral Lin some annual tribute."

The old man who appeared at the uncle's house spoke up, very sincerely, and half-jokingly said: "The governor is valued by His Royal Highness, and he will surely make a fortune in the future. The old minister is considered to have made friends in advance."

Mozun's face was always covered by a layer of mysterious mist, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but there was only one word in the voice that did not fluctuate - quasi.

The old man smiled, walked towards Lin Fan, first bowed to salute, and said: "Please take out the annual tribute, and the old man will check it himself."

Everyone sneered in their hearts.

The show is here!

Lin Fan just looked at the old man without moving.

The old man didn't say much, got up, smiled, and said: "Please take out the annual tribute, and the old man will check it himself."

He said something again.

Lin Fan remained indifferent, drinking alcohol by himself.

Huang Yulong came forward at this time: "Admiral Lin, this is the lord of etiquette. It is an honor to have him kiss the New Year's tribute. Looking around the Seventh Realm, no one has ever had such an honor."

He was angry, then suddenly covered his mouth, pretending to be surprised, startled: "The governor never took out the old tribute, could it be that he lost the old tribute?

Oops, this is terrible, according to the law, whoever loses the yearly tribute will be executed. "

He put on airs and patted his chest: "It's too scary, did the governor really lose his annual tribute?"

Huang Yulong jumped up and down like a monkey.

People of his lineage also started to change the topic, and began to question Lin Fan, why he was so ungrateful, why didn't the lord of etiquette order the tribute quickly, and whether he really lost the tribute.

There are also people who are beginning to recite the laws and regulations, and tell about the various horrible punishments after losing the annual tribute.

There are family raids and family extermination, expulsion into the abyss, favoring of the fallen family, etc. The punishments mentioned are horrifying.

"Whether you lost the New Year's tribute, doesn't your uncle's house know?" Lin Fan looked at Huang Yulong mockingly.

Huang Yulong's face changed slightly: "Captain, you can't talk nonsense."

"Nonsense?" Lin Fan sneered. He got up, clasped his fists at the Demon Lord, and said, "Your Majesty, the annual tribute was robbed."

Before the demon king even opened his mouth, Huang Yulong said anxiously: "Your Majesty, Lin Fan's crime of losing the annual tribute is unforgivable, and impunity is not enough and typical!"

A group of people knelt down one after another, demanding that the punishment be strictly followed in accordance with the code of law, and they wanted to kill chickens to make an example to monkeys, so that the whole world would know that Mozun's palace law was merciless.

No one could see, the Demon Lord's eyes were cold, he seemed to turn his head slightly, looking at Huang Yulong: "You say, or I say?"

Huang Yulong's face suddenly changed drastically.

The Demon Venerable said lightly: "The Emperor Yulong despises me, how dare he speak before me, and give him thirty dragon taming whips."

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts!

Dragon Whip.

As the name suggests, even dragons can be tamed with this whip, but one can imagine how cruel this whip is.

Thirty years of dragon training, the imperial dragon will have to recuperate at least for a few years, otherwise he will not even think about getting out of bed.

This made everyone feel a little nervous!

It seems that His Majesty really has a preference for Lin Fan, far more than ordinary people.

Otherwise, how could it be possible to catch a small mistake at will and criticize the only remaining only son of uncle Guo so harshly?

"Your Majesty." Huang Yulong's face was pale.

"Dissatisfied?" These words were spoken by Princess Jue, she had arrived beside the dragon chair at some point, and looked at Huang Yulong coldly.

Huang Yulong's body trembled: "I dare not."

Princess Jue snorted coldly.

Huang Yulong gritted his teeth: "Although I have no intention of offending Longyan, I accept the punishment."

"Huang Yulong, you don't have an official title at this time, you are just a white man, and you are not worthy of the title of minister." Princess Jue slapped her face again.

Mozun naturally couldn't say these words, otherwise he would lose his status. Where did Princess Ke Jue have any scruples?

Huang Yulong's expression changed again.

His expression changed, but he still gritted his teeth and said: "Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness, although the grassroots made mistakes in their words, it was also for the sake of His Majesty's majesty. If Lin Fan is not severely punished for losing the annual tribute, wouldn't it be a mess in the future? If everyone They all evade the annual tribute on the grounds of losing the annual tribute, and they don’t need to pay anything. After a long time, where is the majesty of the Demon Palace?"

"Tsk tsk, so the emperor shouldn't punish you, but should reward you?" Princess Jue sneered.

"Don't dare." Huang Yulong's face turned even paler.

He was too familiar with his cousin's methods, and almost died at his cousin's hands more than once or twice.

"Your Highness, the old minister has something to say." The old man knelt tremblingly on the ground.

Princess Jue's expression was indifferent: "Say it."

The old man said: "The so-called emperor violated the law and committed the same crime as the common people. Even if His Highness values ​​Admiral Lin, how can he convince the public if he has committed a heinous crime?"

Lin Fan chuckled: "Why are you so sure that Bendu's annual tribute is lost?"

Huang Yulong grinned: "Could it be that you haven't lost your annual tribute? Where is it?"

The old man stared at Lin Fan gloomyly: "Why should the governor struggle to his death? Your tribute was robbed, and your subordinates snapped up the items on the tribute list in this Demon Lord City. No one in the world knows?"

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Since the world knows about it? Then why did you and Huang Yulong and others flatter me so much at first?

To put it bluntly, my annual tribute is the highest among all the governors?

According to the order, the governor should have sung the ceremony at the end, but the deity actually entered the top ten of the admirals, isn't it weird? "

Huang Yulong's face darkened slightly.

The old man's face changed drastically.

Lin Fan pointed at the old man, and asked, "Old man, I want to ask you, is it the law of the uncle's mansion or your majesty's law that you are following? Are you loyal to your majesty or the uncle of the country?" House?"

The old man broke out in cold sweat for a moment, and quickly kowtowed to the demon king: "Your Majesty, the old minister is loyal, but Lin Fan doesn't punish the inadequacy and convince the public."

Mozun still didn't say a word, Princess Jue said coldly: "I also have the same problems as Lin Fan, why did Lin Fan sing the ceremony earlier? Why did you know that Lin Fan's tribute was taken away, but why did you act like that at the beginning?" To flatter? Do you really care and have your heart?"

Having been an official all his life, the old man had already sensed that something was wrong, the sound of kowtowing became louder, thumping sounded, blood was seen on his forehead, and cracks appeared: "Your Majesty, the old minister has served half his life, and today he is humiliated like this. The old minister would rather die."

"Then you will die."

Mozun finally spoke, but it was so cold and ruthless.

He let the old man who had been in charge of the Mozun Palace's Suigong rules for 200 years die.