"Phew!"

Spit out the liquid in his mouth, and Mr. Qinglian set his sights on the "I" mark wine jar. As a result, as soon as he opened the seal, he was confused again: empty.

After excluding the "O", the "I", which is most likely a first-class wine, is actually empty!

He did not believe in evil and opened several more altars, but without exception, all of them were empty.

"Teasing me?!"

Mr. Qinglian was immediately angry, and simply picked out a jar of "II", "III", "IV", and "V", and then opened it one by one, and tasted them one by one.

"II" tasted a sip, well, it tasted good, but a little worse than what I drank today......

"III" tasted a bite, and it was even worse......

"IV" ......

"V" ......

Mr. Qinglian was desperate: he dared to make trouble for a long time, and there was no first-class wine here at all. Oh no, maybe there were, but now it's gone.

"Who the hell robbed the first-class wine of this seat!" He wanted to roar. But think about it, after all, we are here to be thieves, not robbers.

In the end, after struggling for a long time, he finally chose the "II" number, that is, the second-class wine: although it is not the best, it is better than nothing, since there is no choice, then it will be done......

So he took out the gourd and prepared to fill it.

After all, the wine jar is so big, how many jars can he move alone? It's still convenient for baby wine gourds!

Just as he was about to make a move, a lame voice came from behind him: "Yo, this hero, I see that you have been busy for a long time, but you only got some second-class wine back, I'm a little sorry for your skills......"

"Who?!" Mr. Qinglian was surprised.

Originally, with his realm, he should have discovered that there was someone behind him a long time ago, but he was not a habitual thief, and he was not vigilant enough. Second, his attention was all attracted by the wine mountain in front of him. Three, this person who speaks is not an ordinary person.

When I looked back, I saw a little hooligan standing at the door, who else could it be if it wasn't Li Yuanfang?

"I guess...... What are you looking for? The little rascal shook the jar in his hand and grinned. It was one of the three daily altars that Shirakawa promised him. As for those empty altars, you don't have to guess to know that they are the masterpieces he secretly drank in the morning.

Even with a glimpse, Mr. Qinglian clearly saw a special mark on it - "I".

First class wine!

"Hoo ......"

Mr. Qinglian's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he roared like a bull in heat seeing a red cloth: "Give me the wine!" Then he rubbed himself and pounced.

As soon as the so-called connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one. The little rascal just looked at him, and knew that the person in front of him was not simple, so as soon as he turned around, he ran out of the smoke, and then opened his throat and shouted: "There is a thief!" Catch the thief!!! ”

- Thief!!

- La!! ——La!! - La——!

The master of the first product roared, and the Dazhou Distillery trembled three times.

In this dark and silent night, this roar was almost like thunder on the ground, which suddenly startled countless nightingales, and at the same time provoked countless shouts and torches.

Mr. Qinglian was stunned for a moment.

The same expert knows if there is one as soon as he makes a move, and he knows that he is also a master as soon as he looks at the little rascal's actions, after all, there are not many people in the world who can touch behind him silently and dodge his own pounce, even if he is afraid of exposing his whereabouts and does not use real kung fu. But he never expected that this rogue master had no discipline and consciousness at all, and he roared without thinking about it, which subverted his cognition a bit.

According to the rules of the rivers and lakes, shouldn't this situation be about three moves before talking about others? How can you call people directly when you come up?

Mr. Qinglian is not afraid of masters, but at this moment, he is most afraid of many people.

First, it is because he is a thief. Second, he couldn't have gone on a killing spree against a group of civilians. The third is because there are many people, if someone "accidentally" recognizes their identity, and then spreads it out with a big mouth, I am afraid that the holy queen will chop herself up!

At this time, the people outside were already alarmed, the situation was urgent, and Mr. Qinglian didn't think much about it, as soon as he turned around and picked up two jars of second-class wine, he rushed to the door, ready to escape. Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out of the door, a black shadow suddenly flew over: "Thief, look at the hidden weapon!" ”

It's really a lump!

And it's a big lump, it's the size of a wine jar!

I have to say that this little rascal's cheapness is invincible enough. In the warehouse, as soon as he saw Mr. Qinglian's actions, he had already found his lifeblood - first-class wine, so after sneaking out of the warehouse, he didn't go far at all, and when he saw Mr. Qinglian coming out, he raised his hand and smashed the wine jar in his hand as a hidden weapon.

I see if you will take it or not?

Mr. Qinglian didn't have any time for his hands at this time, so he wanted to kick this "hidden weapon" away. Unexpectedly, the corner of his eye swept away, and he saw that this "secret weapon" was actually a first-class wine that he had never forgotten, so he hurriedly turned rigidity into softness, gently picked, hooked, and then used his head to top it. The fierce "hidden weapon" was completely unloaded by him, and it stopped firmly on his head, as if it had taken root, motionless.

"Haha, thank you for your hospitality!" Mr. Qinglian laughed and said, "It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get it."

"Hahaha...... You're welcome, you're welcome! The little rascal also laughed, but before the words fell, he had already counterattacked and turned back if he didn't play according to the routine, punching and kicking, and beckoning from the wine jar above Mr. Qinglian's head.

Cheap!

Really cheap!

Even if Bai He sees it, I'm afraid that I will have to bow down.

Mr. Qinglian had no empty hands and no empty head, and he was afraid that the little rascal would see the clue and did not dare to use his signature skill "Qinglian Sword Qi", so he had to use his feet to maneuver with him. For a while, the two were evenly matched.

Mr. Qinglian can't walk if he wants to, and the little hooligan can't take him if he wants to, and no one can help anyone, so he is entangled.

On the other side, someone slapped the door of Baihe's house loudly: "Bai Gongzi, Bai Gongzi!" Oh no, Zhuangzi has been robbed! ”

"Another thief!" Bai He had already woken up, and as soon as he fell asleep, he was awakened by the roar of the little hooligan, and he was immediately angry, disturbing people's dreams is tantamount to murdering for money, bastard! He didn't want to think about what level the opponent who even the little hooligan had to shout at was what level, so he got up and grabbed a urinal and rushed out.

At this time, Mr. Qinglian and the little hooligan chased and fled, and happened to arrive at the door of the other courtyard.

When Bai He saw it, he suddenly became even more angry: Damn! It's black clothes, black pants, and black masks again! Are all the thieves who dare to love this year have this virtue? Can you be a little new? Dress like this for fear that others won't know you're a thief, right? You are insulting our intelligence, you know! So he shouted: "Yuan Fang dodge!" The thief looks at the hidden weapon! ”

Then he raised his hand and wooed——!

The urinal turned into a hidden weapon and flew out with a strange whistling.

The little rascal had already dodged away when he heard his voice, and Mr. Qinglian actually wanted to take the opportunity to flash people, but at this time, he saw that another big secret weapon had flown over, so he instinctively flew up again.

This secret weapon is not first-class wine, and he will not show mercy anymore!

I saw that he gently lifted his legs, and his toes drew a mysterious arc and shot up, like an antelope hanging its horns, and like an arrow with a bow, without the slightest smoke and fire, implying the way of heaven and earth, and the end of the magic is wonderful.

The little hooligan's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but cheer: "Good footwork!" Dare you still have some reservations, admire and admire! ”