Chapter 617: Blue Strikes 8

Team Ying's eyebrows twitched slightly, but seeing them drink it all and enjoy it, although they were a little puzzled, but let's have a drink first, it's not a big deal!

Drink a glass and the aroma of the wine will not go away for a long time.

"Sure enough, good wine, another glass!"

"No, first of all, I have to say that I've been doing a bad job lately, so I'm punishing myself!"

"Damn, fuck off, how can such a good wine be a punishment for you!"

"Yes, yes, come, fill it for you!"

"!"

The wine of the Seventh Young Master is indeed a good wine, and ordinary wine is really not comparable. After all, he himself is good at this, so he naturally wants to get some good ones! But at this time, the smile of the Seventh Young Master is becoming more and more thief! Unkind! Of course, he is not the Seventh Young Master at this time, just a monk who guards the door!

After three rounds of drinking, bang, the three of them fell to the ground drunk at the same time, but one of them slowly stood up after the end.

"Team Ying, ...... again Drink a ......"

Gently patted Team Ying's back, and had already secretly pointed at his sleeping hole, and did the same to another person. They certainly won't wake up for a short time.

Removing their storage rings, he searched for the Ying team for a while, and finally found a sign on his chest.

"Is this the key, hehehehe......"

Walked to the door of the warehouse, poured aura on the key, the key flew away, at this time a faint light flashed on the door of the warehouse, and the key disappeared on the door of the warehouse like a drop of water into the sea.

Click%

The door opened slightly, and he dodged in.

"Damn, I'm blind!"

The space in the swamp is much larger, the pattern inside is orderly, each area is clearly marked, and under the sweep of the divine sense, all of them are useful resources, some things Yang Chen has never seen, bottles and cans, all kinds of boxes, there are countless of them.

"It's gone!"

When I was excited, I had already started to take action and began to scrape!

The spirit stones stored here alone are at least tens of millions, and the accumulation of so many years in a family is naturally not so simple, and this is still a big family.

But it's a pity, there are no more valuable things, and it's inevitable to think about it, because there is still an inner library, but unfortunately I don't know where the so-called inner library is, the key is there, it's a pity!

......

In the courtyard of the heir's house, in a well-guarded stone house, a monk opened the door and walked in.

The room was densely packed with rows of jade shelves, on which rows of black beads were placed in an orderly manner, each bead had a relative name under it, and each bead seemed to emit a faint light, of course, some were very bright, and the moment he entered the main hall, he felt the abnormality of the soul beads here.

"The Seventh Young Master's soul is broken?"

When he was surprised, he flashed out, and as soon as he left the main hall, he shouted loudly;

"Find out where the Seventh Young Master has gone?"

Although this was inexplicable, seeing him rush out of the Soul Bead Palace, everyone had a bad premonition, and the originally tense nerves tightened again.

"Could it be that Changhong is here?"

When he was confused, someone had already rushed to his residence, thinking that according to the reflection, the Seventh Young Master should be in the house.

"Nope!"

"What?

"Quick, tell the patriarch!"

Although the Seventh Young Master is not very popular, he is also a descendant, and this is an extraordinary period, so no one dares to be careless!

......

"Broken soul orbs, are you sure?"

The patriarch is not angry and arrogant.

"Familiarity is a certainty!"

Boom......

slammed the table with one palm and yelled;

"Find out, you have to see people in life, and you have to see corpses in death!"

"Yes 1"

At this time, one of the monks did not dare to speak, because his captain also disappeared together, but seeing the hideous face of the patriarch, he held back.

......

After a while, someone had already arrived at the door of the storeroom.

"Huh, unguarded?"

"What about people?"

"Strange!"

......

"Well, why are these two drunk?"

"Wake them up!"

A basin of cold water was splashed.

"Huh, don't make a fuss, keep drinking?"

Smack, a slap in the face.

"Who...... Damn, dare ......"

Hmm? No, the atmosphere is not right! Why are there a few breaths around me, open my eyes, damn, it's the guards of the clan.

"That's there...... What's ......"

The leader of the big man snorted coldly, his tone was not good, but he didn't get angry.

"What's unusual here?"

Ahh

"I didn't ...... No, no, no!"

The leader of the monk saw the two drunken guards, and his eyes flashed with coldness;

"Do you know where the Seventh Young Master went?"

"Who?"

Seventh Young Master, a waste material, a disciple who is not welcomed by a slap in the face, why do you suddenly ask such a mindless question?

"Seventh Young Master, no!"

"I was drunk when I was on duty, and I'll settle accounts with you when I go back to this matter, huh?"

After speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but out of the corner of his eye, he found that there were three cups on the table.

Stopped, looked at the wine glass on the table, and looked unkind.

"What about the other one?"

Yes, what about Wang Er? But Team Ying has a smart brain and says quietly;

"In the latrine!"

Oh?

The monk at the head of the clan twitched his eyebrows, the thatched toilet, drunk like this, and still went to the thatched toilet?

Picked up the wine glass and sniffed it, and his brows tightened!

"Where did this wine come from?"

When the Ying team heard this, their hearts also began to beat drums, they didn't know where the wine came from, and Wang Er didn't know where he was, and without waiting for him to answer, the monk who was the leader had slowly moved his eyes away, staring at the door of the treasure house.

"Open!"

When Team Ying heard this, he immediately said;

"The books are not there, they cannot be ......"

Smack, a slap slap over, his face was hot.

"I said open it!"

Dare to be angry but dare not speak, in the lowered gaze, hatred flashed.