All three of them felt that something about this was off. They could tell from Fu Hua and the others' attitudes.
"Demon King..." Fu Hua gave a hinting reminder.
The Demon King of the West Sea rolled his eyes. "What's there to be afraid of?"
Seeing how impatient her own Demon King was, Fu Hua could only feel helpless.
She, along with Lang Jingkong and the others, had been pinned down by Niu Youdao, left hanging in an awkward position. Accepting it was wrong, but refusing it was wrong too.
If he gave it to them and they refused, Niu Youdao only needed to say a few words to block them, and everyone here could testify that those three hundred million gold coins might have nothing to do with them.
The Great Sage of the East Sea reminded the Demon King of the West Sea in a low voice, "What are you in such a hurry for?"
"What's there to fear?" the Demon King of the West Sea replied quietly. "If it doesn't work out, we can just give it back." With a perfectly clear conscience, he tucked the note into his sleeve.
Seeing that he had gotten his hands on it—three hundred million gold coins—Long Xiu flew into a rage. "You old monster, are you trying to rob someone by force in Misty Pavilion?"
"Hey, you can't put it that way." The Demon King of the West Sea looked around at the crowd, then toward Bai Yulou. "Everyone saw and heard it. Niu Youdao gave it to us of his own accord. How is that robbery?"
Meng Xuan immediately reminded him, "Niu Youdao, this is Misty Pavilion. Someone will naturally uphold justice here. Whether you give it or not is still up to you."
The meaning was obvious: he