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The hook rope was attached to the head of the wall, and Gao Deng climbed on it, easily climbing over the temple wall.

"Transgender people are so ugly, they live like a big monkey with a red butt." Laladin shook his head disdainfully, lunged and posed, then kicked his thighs and jumped high, cutting a dizzying arc through the air.

"Oh?" Sinbad's mouth was wide enough to swallow an egg. Latin's feet landed silently, and the laurel wreath around her waist rose in the wind, revealing the golden fur of her thighs and ......

"How's it going, Taro Head?" Latin, with her legs together and her knees bent slightly, gracefully pressed her hands against the fluttering laurel garland, and looked at Sinbad expectantly.

"Very handsome and majestic." Sinbad scratched his head, "But Lord Lalatin, you're jumping in the wrong direction." "Lalatin still stands proudly beyond the temple—on the other side

"Really? Taro head, but that's not the point. Alas, you are still too vulgar and utilitarian, and you need to be nurtured by beauty. Latin shook his head, twisted his waist, kicked his legs, and his majestic body jumped into the temple with a flea-like lightness.

"Follow me." Gordon said in a low voice, all the way through the beams and pillars, tiptoeing to the fasting hall

After escaping from the fire disguised as a soldier, he went to his shop in Sinbad to hide temporarily. According to their predetermined plan, the meat master posted notices everywhere, fanned the flames, and gathered people in front of the temple to make trouble. Gordon lurked near the temple that night, monitoring the other party's movements.

The temple host absconded in the middle of the night, undoubtedly confirming the identity of the horse thief. Judging by the level of martial arts, this person should be the leader of the Storm Horse Thieves. And a gust of wind leaving the temple is the perfect opportunity to acquire the treasures of the lion tribe.

"Mr. Ghoul, aren't you going to deal with that horse thief?" Sinbad asked curiously, leaning on Latin's shoulder.

Gordon smiled slightly: "He didn't sneak out of Crescent City so easily. "The Meat Master also planted his own men in the guards of the city gates, and whenever a gust of wind appeared, they immediately caused a riot and led to a conflict between horse thieves and tribal soldiers.

Compared with a gust of wind, although the meat master has no power to restrain the chicken, he is still cunning and ruthless.

Gordon walked through the porch, the fasting room still the same as the last time he had seen it, covered with snow-white draperies embroidered with gold thread.

"Mr. Ghoul, the treasure is buried in the last room—" Sinbad's voice stopped abruptly, and in the last fasting room, a strange figure was reflected on the curtains. He had been sitting cross-legged in silence, but now he was about to hear the sound.

Gordon reacted, and a cold light was thrown out of his hand, piercing the curtain. The figure fell to its back with a muffled grunt, and the scripture book in his hand fell to the ground.

Sinbad ran over and lifted the curtain, a scholar who was fasting and chanting, his forehead pierced by a hidden weapon, and blood gushed out. "Mr. Ghoul, he's just an ordinary scholar, not a bad guy." Sinbad bit her lip and looked unbearable.

"He's in our way, and we're going to get rid of it." Gordon replied indifferently, took out the alchemy potion, and melted the corpse. "Hurry up, Sinbad."

"Taro head, the universe has to die every day, only the beauty of Lord Ben will last forever." Latina shrugged in style.

Sinbad nodded silently, and he lifted the carpet to find a diamond-shaped floor tile in the west corner. The colored glaze on the bricks is half-new and depicts delicate fig patterns. Sinbad bit his finger, and blood flowed out, slowly penetrating the glaze of the floor tiles.

After a few moments, the floor tiles glowed red with blood, and the fig pattern was vivid and lifelike, and the fruit was so full that it seemed to crack.

"There is a secret alchemy formation set up here, which can only be opened by the bloodline of our lion royal descendants." Sinbad explained to Gordon.

With a "poof", the glaze-painted fig really cracked, and an alchemy goblin drilled out and appeared on the brick surface. It was still a flat glazed pattern, with a bald head and big ears, a wooden expression, big blinking eyes, and two fingers in circles on the shiny head.

"It's not your average ugly." Latina shook the shiny gold in disdain.

"Ask questions." The alchemy goblin said in a stern voice.

"Answer." Sinbad hastened to reply.

"What's my favorite thing to eat?"

"Roasted fat lamb with figs."

"That's right." After the alchemy goblin finished speaking, it suddenly exploded. Where it vanished, a dark glamour cave pattern was revealed, about the size of a fig.

"Mr. Ghoul, just step on it." Sinbad demonstrates lifting her feet and stepping on the cave pattern. Although the pattern was much smaller than his foot, Gordon could clearly see that the foot was sticking into the cave and disappearing, followed by Sinbad's legs, waist, chest, and head. It's like a living person, sucked little by little into a foot-long floor tile.

This alchemy formation cleverly subverted the vision, at least at the level of the gold level.

Gordon followed, and as soon as his foot touched the cave pattern, he felt like he had stepped into a real cave, and the whole person fell down. It was dark, the scenery around him changed dramatically, and he was in a narrow tunnel, with Sinbad standing in front of him.

Above their heads, the cave motif on the floor tiles slowly shrinks and changes back into a fig-glazed image.

"Mr. Ghoul, this is the tunnel where my father hid his treasure, and I'm finally here." Sinbad walked along the dappled tunnel, her face both excited and sad. On both sides of the tunnel, dazzling night pearls are inlaid at intervals. It didn't take long for Gordon to see a mouthful of large chests of gold melting, shiny and piled up. He casually opened a box, and the brilliant light shot out, and it was full of agate, pearls, jade, and precious stones......

Latin's eyes lit up suddenly, and his mung bean-sized eyes were jumping non-stop. "Oh, my bright oil, my body lotion, my massage cream have all fallen on the taro head, I want to buy like crazy"

Sinbad shook his head: "Mr. Latin, these treasures already belong to Mr. Ghoul. ”

"Taro, you ugly, stupid bastard," Laladin pointed angrily at his face, "Look, my forehead is wrinkled"

Gordon said: "Take whatever you like, just take it as a gift from me to the first invincible beauty man in the universe." ”

Without waiting for Sinbad to refuse, Lalatin flew out with his arms, hugged a box each, and smiled happily: "Transsexual, although you are ugly, your heart is still very beautiful." ”

Gordon's gaze swept around, then stopped suddenly. A skinny corpse lay at the back of the box, its back cracked, its flesh cracked, like a brittle black dead leaf.

Gordon walked over and shook the robes he wore over the corpse. The dust fell, revealing the alchemy patterns embroidered on the robes.

"Your grandmother is a ball, there is finally a living person coming" A shrill voice suddenly came from inside the corpse.