612 Winnings

Su Xiaoxiao smiled. "Compared to empty promises, I like practical things that can be seen and touched. How much is your life worth? It's not too much to buy it with silver, right?"

The Old Marquis slapped the table and glared at Su Xiaoxiao in expectation of better from someone. "Girl! How can you talk to the great general like that? Can you ask someone for money? Does the great general have no gold? Who are you looking down on?!"

"Calm down, calm down. You're already so old, yet you keep talking about gold. Have you lost sight of money? You've taught your children bad things!"

The Northern Yan diplomatic mission wiped their sweat. Fortunately, there was a reasonable person.

"Is General Helian's life something those worldly possessions can measure? He can fight an army alone. He's the National Godly General of Northern Yan. He has to exchange a few cities for it!"

Damn!

The diplomatic mission of Northern Yan vomited blood.

Damn it!