Come to collect taxes.

Jing Yue looked in the direction of his son worriedly, and when he saw Aning rubbing his waist and standing up again, he felt relieved.

He nodded and bowed, and took out the prepared silver from the drawer.

The young man with scarred faces took it away.

Things are not over.

"I'll pay twice as much this time..." The scarred young man's tone was extremely cold. He looked at the man with a smile on his face, his eyes full of contempt, "If you want to ask why, you can shut up."

Jing Yue shut up obediently.

He took a deep breath, opened the drawer again, and looked at the stacked silver inside.

These days, he thought a lot, and had an unpleasant relationship with his son and some trivial matters that made him think of leaving... Over the years, he has saved money. After paying the mountain tax bank to die, he still has some small savings left, enough to get the father and son to leave here and find the next place.

After so many years... it's time to leave.

But now, when he is coming to the death mountain, the more taxes and silver he has to pay is almost all his savings.

Jing Yue was a little serious and asked seriously: "Can you pay less?"

Throwing this problem.

It made the air silent for a moment.

Then there was an extremely fast, extremely fierce, "bang" sound—

The sound of the scabbard slapping on the cheeks, the howling hot wind, and the rumbling airflow rolled over.

The small silver notes in the drawer were pressed away by the sword wind. The scar man pressed the scabbard with one hand. The scabbard slapped Jing Yue's head to the table. After pressing the knife with the other hand, he frowned and said, "Why don't you understand... You can shut up and pay for money, so you don't have to be beaten."

Jing Yue's breathing was a little rapid, and blood came out of his cheeks. The man subconsciously wanted to squeeze out a smile, and his heart suddenly felt ache, thinking about what his son said to him a few days ago.

He curled his smile bit by bit.

Jing Yue's voice was harsh and begged, "Sir, you have to give someone a way out, right?"

The scar man was silent.

He punched down, and through the scabbard, the force was transmitted. Jing Yue's pupils suddenly contracted, and a bright red blood column spurted out of his nose.

Jing Ning roared and stood up, and was kicked away.

The scar man looked at Jing Yue who no longer spoke with satisfaction and nodded.

very good.

He waved his hand, someone stepped forward and grabbed all the silver notes and money in the drawer.

The shopkeeper's expression was already numb, his eyes were lost, and he was pressed on the table by the scabbard and unable to move.

The scar man turned around and looked at the boy who was kicked three or four feet away, and said calmly: "Don't worry... I won't die, boy, go and shout everyone in the inn."

He raised one hand and pulled a bench invisible energy.
Chapter completed!