Everyone spoke one after another, trying to elevate Lin Fan.

Some people say that compared with Dudu Lin’s Sui Gong, his own Sui Gong is simply out of reach.

It is said that Governor Lin is indeed the best alchemist in the world, and his ability to make money is unmatched.

Lin Fan all listened with cold eyes.

In fact, this is also the rule of the Demon Lord Palace. There is no upper limit for annual tribute, but there is a lower limit. As long as you meet the standard, it will be fine.

But in fact, the more this happens, the annual annual tribute will increase a lot out of thin air. Although the Demon Lord Palace does not say it directly, the annual annual tribute is the first, and the palace will definitely take care of it in the coming year, so the annual annual tribute is said

After all, it is also a comparison.

"Your Majesty, I would like to send you some annual tribute to Admiral Lin."

The old man who appeared at the uncle's house spoke, very sincerely and half-jokingly: "The Governor will definitely rise to prominence in the future if His Highness values ​​him. I have made good friends with you in advance."

There was always a layer of mysterious mist covering the Demon Lord's face, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but an unwavering voice sounded, and there was only one word - accurate.

The old man smiled. He walked towards Lin Fan, first bowed and saluted, and said: "Please bring out the annual tribute, and I will take stock of it myself."

Everyone sneered in their hearts.

The main show is coming!

Lin Fan just looked at the old man and made no move.

The old man didn't say much. He stood up, smiled and said, "Please bring out the annual tribute, and I will take stock of it myself."

He said it again.

Lin Fan remained indifferent and continued to drink.

Huang Yulong came forward at this time: "Admiral Lin, this is the Master of Ceremony. It is an honor for him to kiss the annual tribute. Looking around the Seventh Realm, no one has ever had such an honor."

He was angry, and then he suddenly covered his mouth, pretending to be surprised, and said with a start: "The governor has not taken out the Sui Gong. Could it be that he has lost the Sui Gong?

Oh my, this is serious, there is a law, if anyone loses his annual tribute, he will be put to death."

He pretended and patted his chest: "It's terrible. Did the governor really lose his annual tribute?"

Huang Yulong jumped up and down like a monkey.

People from all walks of life also began to change the subject and began to question Lin Fan, why he was so ignorant of praise. Master Li Zhi kissed Sui Gong, why didn't he take it out quickly, and whether he really lost Sui Gong.

Some people began to recite the laws and regulations, describing the various horrific punishments after losing the annual tribute.

Some families were confiscated and exterminated, some were expelled into the abyss, some were given to degenerate clans as favors, etc. The punishments mentioned were horrifying.

"Doesn't your uncle's palace know if Sui Gong has been lost or not?" Lin Fan looked at Huang Yulong sarcastically.

Huang Yulong's expression changed slightly: "Captain, please don't talk nonsense."

"Nonsense?" Lin Fan sneered. He stood up, cupped his fists towards the Demon Lord, and said, "Your Majesty, Sui Gong has been robbed..."

Even before the Demon Lord opened his mouth, Huang Yulong said anxiously: "Your Majesty, Lin Fan has lost his annual tribute. His crime cannot be forgiven. It is not enough to not punish him!"

A group of people immediately knelt down and demanded that the punishment be strictly carried out in accordance with the code. They wanted to kill chickens as a warning to monkeys, so that the whole world would know that the Demon Lord's palace laws were not merciful.

No one could see it. Demon Lord's eyes were cold. He seemed to turn his head slightly and looked at Huang Yulong: "You say it, or do I say it?"

Huang Yulong's expression suddenly changed.

The Demon Lord said lightly: "The Emperor Yulong despised me and dared to speak before me. He gave me thirty dragon-taming whips."

Everyone suddenly felt a chill in their hearts!

Dragon Taming Whip.

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

After thirty years of dragon-taming whipping, the imperial dragon will have to recuperate for at least a few years, otherwise it will never get out of bed.

This makes everyone feel a little nervous!

It seems that His Majesty has a real preference for Lin Fan and values ​​him far beyond ordinary people.

Otherwise, how could you casually catch a small mistake and criticize the uncle's only remaining son so harshly?

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

"Not convinced?" It was Princess Jue who said this. She had arrived at the dragon chair at some point and looked at the emperor's dragon coldly.

Huang Yulong's body trembled: "I don't dare."

Princess Jue snorted coldly.

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

"Huang Yulong, you are just a white lady without an official title at this time. You are not worthy of being called a minister." Princess Jue slapped her face again.

Naturally, the Demon Lord cannot say these words, otherwise it will lose his status. Where does Princess 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 Princess, although the common people's words are wrong, it is also for the sake of Your Majesty's majesty. If Lin Fan loses his annual tribute and is not severely punished, won't the future annual tribute be chaotic? If everyone

They all use the excuse of losing the annual tribute to avoid it, and they don’t have to pay anything. Over time, where is the majesty of the Demon King’s Palace?”

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

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

He was so familiar with his cousin's methods that he almost died at the hands of his cousin more than once or twice.

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

Princess Jue's face was cold: "You say."

The old man said: "The so-called emperor's crime is the same as that of the common people. Even if His Highness thinks highly of Admiral Lin, he has committed a heinous crime. If he is not severely punished, how can he convince the public?"

Lin Fan chuckled: "How can you be so sure that I, Governor Sui Gong, is missing?"

Huang Yulong smiled ferociously: "Didn't you lose your annual tribute? Where is it?"

The old man stared at Lin Fan gloomily: "Why do you have to fight to the death, Governor? Your Sui Gong was robbed, and your subordinates went to the Demon Lord City to buy up everything on the Sui Gong list. Who in the world doesn't know this?"

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Since everyone in the world knows it? Then why did you, Huang Yulong and others praise me so much in the beginning?

Frankly speaking, my annual tribute is the best among all the governors?

According to the order, I should have been photographed at the end before singing the ceremony, but I actually ranked among the top ten admirals. Isn't it weird?"

Huang Yulong's face darkened slightly.

The old man's expression changed drastically.

Lin Fan pointed at the old man and asked: "Old man, I would like to ask you, are you following the laws of the uncle's palace or the laws of your majesty? Are you loyal to your majesty or to your uncle?

Mansion?"

The old man broke out in cold sweat and quickly kowtowed to the Demon Lord: "Your Majesty, I am loyal and loyal, but if Lin Fan is not severely punished, he will not be able to convince the public..."

The Demon Lord still didn't say a word, and Princess Jue said coldly: "I also have the same problem as Lin Fan. Why did Lin Fan sing the ceremony early? Why did you act like that at the beginning when you knew that Lin Fan's annual tribute was taken away?

Are you flattering me and what are your intentions?"

After serving as an official all his life, the old man had already sensed that something was wrong. The sound of kowtowing became louder and louder, and there was blood and cracks on his forehead: "Your Majesty, I have served you for half my life, and today I have been humiliated like this. I would rather die..."

…”

"Then you go die."

The Demon Lord finally spoke, but it was so cold and heartless.
Chapter completed!