"Oh? Sling the bull! Hu Wei didn't care, and just wanted to refute it, but saw Ye Sheng's legs spread out, and his body was flowing straight towards him. Hu Wei was startled, and immediately slashed with a knife, the knife technique was fierce! It can easily split the thin and slender Ye Sheng in half!

Airplanes! The sound of knives is close to your ears! Ye Shengneng could hear Hu Wei's murderous aura from this knife trembling, but this murderous knife would not cut at himself. Ye Sheng sideways avoided Hu Wei's knife and came behind him. Ye Sheng's target was not Hu Wei, but several senior brothers around him.

The skills of several junior brothers are naturally inferior to that of senior brother Hu Wei, and their Bright Sword Sect pays attention to seeing blood the moment they take out their swords, so as to achieve the effect of killing the enemy quickly. The four of them had already unsheathed their gold-wire knives, and they did see blood. It's just that this red blood is not Ye Sheng's, but the four of them.

The silver-white knife was full of bloody marks, and when Ye Sheng turned to face Hu Wei, the four big men all fell to the ground with a thud. A bloody hole was broken in their throats by the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand, and they didn't see Ye Sheng's movements clearly until they died, because Ye Sheng's hand was too fast!

Hu Wei stared at the corpses of the four junior disciples on the ground in shock, he gritted his teeth in anger, and was furious, "You dare to kill my fellow disciples!" I'm going to cut you with a thousand knives! "What about killing your fellow disciples?" Ye Sheng's face was calm, and he raised his mouth and smiled, "I'm going to kill you again!" He kneaded the handkerchief in his hand, the material of this fine silk was really a personal thing used by Yang Guifei? Holding it in front of him, Ye Sheng could still smell the faint fragrance.

Ye Sheng was a little satisfied, "If this handkerchief is placed with you, it will only be defiled by you, from now on, this handkerchief will be mine!" "You're looking for death!" Hu Wei didn't even notice the loss of his handkerchief, and when Ye Sheng approached him, and when he untied the handkerchief he was wrapped around the hilt, Hu Wei didn't know. Ye Sheng's movements are too fast!

Ye Sheng carefully tied the red rose handkerchief on his right hand, the white cuffs, the red handkerchief, but also dazzling and beautiful, "Do you see this handkerchief?" Looking at Ye Sheng's triumphant appearance, Hu Wei gritted his teeth and sneered, "See, don't worry, it won't be long before I cut off your right hand and take it back!" ”

Ye Sheng grinned and shook his right hand, he was very satisfied with this golden silk handkerchief, why do women always put away the things they have used without mind? "I tied this red handkerchief to my right hand so that you could see the movement of my fingers. Lest, when you die, you won't even see my moves! ”

"Self-righteous little brute!" Hu Wei's chest was full of anger and shouted, his face was out of control, and he clenched the golden wire ring knife, and slashed at Ye Sheng. Ye Sheng's right hand wrapped in a red handkerchief was indeed much more conspicuous in this dark night. Hu Wei's eyes were firmly fixed on the movement of Ye Sheng's arm, and then the golden silk big ring knife had already slashed it vigorously!

Hu Wei wants to cut off Ye Sheng's right hand, take his dog's life, and then take back Yang Guifei's personal belongings, dang! The golden wire ring knife fell to the ground, because the owner of the knife no longer had the strength to hold it.

In this courtyard with the sound of needles falling, the sound of this jingle is crisp and pleasant. Ye Sheng's hand was on Hu Wei's neck, facing this bald head and bearded man who was a head taller than himself, Ye Sheng looked extremely slender and small, but Ye Sheng still won.

Ye Sheng's right hand left Hu Wei's neck, the red handkerchief was firmly wrapped around his wrist, when his last finger left the blood hole in Hu Wei's throat, Hu Wei's wound was bleeding, but Ye Sheng's light skills were not ordinary, obviously close in front of him, but not stained with blood.

On Yang Guifei's handkerchief are three delicate and lifelike red roses. Roses have bright flowers, but they also have piercing thorns. The rumored Yang Guifei is a woman as soft as water, but she didn't expect that she likes red roses, which are bright and unrestrained flowers. Ye Sheng stepped on the corpse on the ground and entered the corner of the wall behind the rockery, and the treasury was hidden behind the flowers.

The door lock that tied the treasury was pinched off by Ye Sheng with one hand, and when he sneaked into Chen Jinshan's small vault, Ye Sheng saw a mountain of silver taels. It is not an exaggeration at all, Ye Sheng is a seven-foot man, but the golden mountain in front of him is even taller than himself. Ye Sheng's eyes were straight, how much silver did this cost?? Or a million?

The carrying space of the white belt is limited, and different levels of belts have different carrying space. Storage space is measured by weight, and once you reach the weight level, you can't carry more. Ye Sheng only hated himself for not being a master of the gold belt at the moment, otherwise, he would be able to move all this place to the bottom!

The piles of silver were naturally very heavy, and Ye Sheng stuffed a thousand taels into his belt and then couldn't stuff anything anymore. Ye Sheng raised his head, but saw that this golden mountain was only missing the tip of the iceberg, and the remaining silver taels were still standing here like a mountain. How much money is there! Ye Sheng envied, Chen Jinshan deserved to be a miser, if he was willing to spend more money to hire some guards, then his gold mountain would not be stolen by himself.

It's a pity that the thief doesn't enter the second door. After tonight, Ye Sheng would no longer be able to make up his mind about Chen Jinshan, because if the Chen Mansion wanted to sneak in again, it would only be more dangerous and difficult. There was wind under Ye Sheng's feet, and he left the Chen Mansion with a light body over the wall. I got 1,000 taels of silver for this trip, and I even got a personal handkerchief that Yang Guifei once used, which was not worth the trip.

Longgang South City is a place where people and traders do not want to come here, because it is a slum and a place for the poor. In addition to poverty, you can only see sickness and suffering, and there is no chance of getting rich, and who wants ordinary people to come?

Ye Sheng's white figure stood very conspicuously on the eaves tiles, and the beggars who slept in the street and slept in their clothes were awakened after hearing the sound of clanging. No one likes to be woken up in their sleep, and if it were someone else, they would have scolded it a long time ago. It's just that these beggars were obviously woken up and complained, but they couldn't open their mouths to complain, because, in Longgang, these beggars can't afford to mess with anyone.

"Yes! It's silver! The beggars cheered one after another, and the cheers broke the quiet night. When the beggars had put all the money that had fallen from the ground into their pockets, they looked up and found that it was not God who had given it money, but someone who had scattered it.

Dressed in a white robe standing on the eaves, the black-clad and masked man was slender, reflecting a wide and long figure in the moonlight. In particular, the delicate red color on the man's white cuffs is more vivid. Is it a red scarf? No, it looks like a handkerchief. No one has ever tied a handkerchief to their hands. At this moment, these beggars, who had received alms, immediately recorded the figure of this benefactor.

"It's a thief!" "Thank you, Saint Thief! Our whole family of three is grateful to you! "Thank you, Saint Thief! I, Su Qi'er, am here to kowtow to you today! In a cheering voice, Ye Sheng flew away expressionlessly, and disappeared into the night without a sound.