Chapter 116 Thief

Some people are already blessed but don't know how to be blessed

It means that some people have become blessed.

But they pretend not to know.

——Taken from the 6994th chapter of "My Diary" by Zhang Moshen, the Supreme Saint Demon of Heaven and Earth

In the private room on the second floor, Lei Yong saw Wu Shiquan finally came back with a bamboo pole, and hurriedly took it with one hand.

Throwing it to the second brother Qin Feng, Lei Yong gritted his teeth and said, "Quick!"

Qin Feng didn't waste any words, immediately filled it with oil, lit it, took out the blowpipe, and did it in one go.

Lei Yong took the burning bamboo pole, turned around and immediately aimed at Zhang Mo through the window.

"Big devil, go to hell!"

Take a deep breath, Lei Yong's more than ten years of cultivation are fully revealed.

The whole chest is sunken, and the air of the world around it is sucked out.

Other people in the room feel that their breathing suddenly stagnates.

Blowing wave power, the wind stops flowing!

Go!

Blowing hard, Lei Yong's face flushed.

But the next moment, the blowgun didn't fly out, but the bamboo pole exploded directly.

"Fuck!"

With a bang, a sword as thin as a cicada's wing popped out of the bamboo pole and fell to the ground.

The sword body sank directly into the ground, and the pupils of Wu Shiquan and the other two were shocked.

Lei Yong was stunned, his face was full of bamboo fragments, and he was directly disfigured.

He stared at the debris on the ground again, and there was a sword.

Then, he turned his head and looked at Wu Shiquan and said, "Old Third, what's going on!"

Wu Shiquan was also confused. How could there be a sword in the bamboo pole!

Why would a beggar have a sword!

At this time, at the door of Fenghuan Tower, Yin had already decided to take action.

Listening to the music that was about to reach its climax, Yin walked back to the window and picked up the bamboo pole.

"Demon, today is your Ji... Ji Ji... Shi, where is my sword!"

When he took it, he found that only half of the bamboo pole was left, and the key was that the lower half of the hidden sword was gone.

Damn it, who is so wicked that he even stole the beggar's dog-beating stick!

What kind of place is Qingjun?

Is the thief sick?

He just put down the bamboo pole because it was inconvenient to squeeze through the crowd with it.

Who knew that in just a short while, his sword was gone?

Where did it go? Who took it away?

"Where is my sword?"

Yin shouted loudly, and his voice was sharp and soaring into the sky.

In an instant, many people looked sideways. Even many people who were listening to the music in the hall came to their senses and turned their heads.

Tian Mei'er, who was playing the piano, trembled with her fingers and almost broke the sound.

Damn, who is interrupting my piano skills? Looking for death!

Outside, with Yin's shout, the sword did not come back, but a group of patrolling demon soldiers walked over quickly.

"Old beggar, what are you shouting, did something get stolen from you!"

Seeing the demon soldiers, Yin immediately bowed down. The matter was not yet done, and he could not be exposed. Damn it, I was a little excited just now, I shouldn't have shouted.

"Yes... yes... my bamboo pole was stolen!"

Yin pretended to stutter and said tremblingly.

He thought that the demon soldiers would leave after explaining it. After all, it was just stealing a bamboo pole, and I thought these demon soldiers would not care.

In the end, Yin was wrong. He really underestimated the "charm" of the thief in Qingjun.

When the leading demon soldier heard this, he immediately shouted loudly: "What? Dare to steal bamboo poles in the county? And steal the bamboo poles of beggars, this is a heinous crime. Brothers, check for me, and find this thief for me. It just so happens that Master Dan is still short of a medicine lead. Hurry up, work, start from here and find out who took the bamboo pole!"

"Yes!"

A group of demon soldiers rushed into Fenghuan Tower without saying anything.

"Stop, everyone stop!"

"What are you playing? What's so good about those little slut songs? Stop!"

"I'm going to investigate a case! I haven't investigated a case for half a year. I'm going to have a good time today!"

A group of demon soldiers even rushed to the platform, but fortunately they were stopped by Mu Mu.

Tian Mei'er's music was about to reach a climax, but now she can't play it at all.

"Asshole!"

Tian Mei'er gritted her teeth secretly, staring through the crowd and staring at the old beggar outside.

Yin Ze was completely stunned. Do all the demon soldiers in Qingjun love to investigate cases so much?

What on earth is this place? I don't understand!

Soon, the demon soldiers rushed to the private room on the second floor, and then a sharp-eyed demon soldier saw the bamboo pole fragments outside the window of Lei Yong and his friends.

"Sir, here!"

"Catch them!"

A group of demon soldiers rushed into the private room. Lei Yong and his friends certainly wouldn't sit there and wait to die, so they turned around and escaped through the window.

"Hurry up!"

"Brother, you go, I'll cover you!"

"Cut your mother off, hurry up and leave together!"

The four of them fled one after another and jumped out of the window.

The old beggar Yin, who heard the noise, watched a guy with bamboo pole fragments all over his face fly away with several people.

"It was really stolen!"

"Where's my sword?"

Yin also hurried to catch up. The assassination today was not possible, but the sword must be taken back.

On the third floor, Zhang Mo lifted the immovable mountain.

Looking at the chaos below, he frowned slightly.

"Old Li, go ask what's going on."

"Yes, Sect Master!"

Old Li took people to ask quickly. When these demon soldiers saw Old Li take out the token of the Heavenly Demon Sect, they were all trembling with fear and incoherent.

After a long while, Old Li came back and said, "Sect Master, I've asked clearly, it's a small matter. A group of patrolling soldiers just caught a thief."

Zhang Mo sighed, "They caught the thief, which disturbed my interest. Did they catch him?"

Old Li said, "No, he ran very fast."

As he was talking, a demon cultivator came quickly, knelt on one knee and said, "Master, elder, I found a special sword in the thief's room!"

He lifted the sword with both hands, and Zhang Mo's eyes lit up when he saw the sword.

"Oh, this sword looks good!"

The thin wind-piercing sword, with a bright luster, is a treasure containing spiritual energy.

Zhang Mo reached out and picked it up, and injected a little energy to explore it.

Instantly, the richness of the spiritual energy inside surprised him a little. It was so thick that he couldn't fully mobilize it with his energy.

"What a treasure!"

Old Li also came forward to look and said: "It's really a good sword. Oh, I understand, it's the one that was stolen! Congratulations, Master, congratulations, Master, you have obtained another treasure."

Zhang Mo flicked the sword with his fingers and said: "Give me two more of this kind of thing, I will be satisfied."

With a slight smile, given the richness of the spiritual energy of this sword, if there are really three, he can sacrifice it to the devil.

And the kind that guarantees a successful sacrifice!

Old Li smiled and said: "Master, your wish will come true."

"You think so too, right!"

Zhang Mo chuckled and put away the sword. Then he slapped the table and stood up.

"I got a good thing today, I'm in a good mood, let's go. By the way, give a reward to the girl who played the song, um, give her some milk! She is so thin, let her take care of it."

"Yes, Master!"