C831 A true man of the ancestor moon king

The two old men gazed at each other while holding the silver plates.

One of them said, "Thank you, Sir! Thank you, Sir! Actually, we don't want to kill them. They gave us silver taels. Is that our daughter?"

He looked at me in surprise, trying to get an answer.

I clenched my fists, but then I lowered them again. I didn't say anything.

The old man smiled