"Misunderstanding? Bullshit!"
Huang Ze spat out a thick spit, which turned into an arrow, almost hitting the belly of the Rotary Dragonfly.
"Hiss..."
Liang Shui took a deep breath, suppressing the rage in his chest, and said word by word:
"Three days ago, we signed a peace treaty, the Old Imperial City area, no large-scale battle is allowed!"
"Huang, Did Lord Han hurt your soldiers? If not, you are just taking advantage of the situation, not afraid Red Frog Country will sit and reap the benefits?"
"Red Frog Country?" Huang Ze spat out another thick spit, falling on the ground, causing a deep pit:
"I don't want to argue with you, either hand over Lord Han, or compensate with one million lower quality spirit stones!"
"One of the two, I give you a minute to think clearly, then let me know!"
"Woof woof woof!!"
The Howling Ground Dog abruptly stopped at the border, with its forelimb lying on the ground, ready to pounce.
Liang Shui was fuming with anger, ready to burst.