On the way back, Chenyang walked to the ground square. See 1 yarn 3 Chinese net

In the air of the square, balls of light shone in the endless dark void, from a dozen stars in the first plane to hundreds of them.

The time of just one plane has multiplied more than tenfold.

The popularity of the plaza is also very lively.

The morning sun swept away, and there were at least dozens of planes moving in the square, and the female demon was still standing at the edge of the square, silently staring at the abyss.

The number of people in the plane around her has increased a lot again, and a few of them are so bold that they dare to get within one meter of the female demon's head.

Sure enough, in the eyes of the onlookers, those stupid plane people were pierced through the eyebrows by the female devil's finger, turning into white light and leaving the plane square.

The female demon pointed at the Plane Killer, and felt Chenyang's gaze from afar, and suddenly showed a charming smile, saying something to the group of Plane Users.

As she spoke, the female devil didn't forget to throw a flattering look at him, and Chenyang frowned slightly, as if she noticed that her motives were not pure.

With a thought, he was about to summon the whereabouts of his own star, so that he could go back sooner.

Suddenly, a thin male figure rushed in front of him, extremely fast, and Chenyang turned slightly sideways to avoid this figure.

The man stopped, turned his head, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry I almost hit you."

Chenyang shook his head and didn't respond to him.

Immediately afterwards, another female figure rushed over, wearing a tight-fitting cloth robe, holding a green bamboo flute in her right hand, chasing the thin man very quickly behind.

The woman ran and shouted, "Thief, give me back the things, if you don't return them, I'll take action!"

The thin man who was called a thief by him turned his head and made a grimace, "Stupid, I said it was a thief, how could I return the stolen things."

Chenyang listened to the words of the two, and his hands suddenly touched the pockets of his clothes, and the necklace and the eight mirrors were all on his body.

Chenyang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and suddenly thought of something, and felt for the pocket on the other side of him, which contained the two items that Zhang Xuan had given him, the Shadow Fragment and the Thief Gem. Look at 'Mao. Line, medium. Text, Internet

As soon as he reached into his pocket, he found that both items were missing, and recalled the apology that the thin man had deliberately stopped.

Chenyang shook his head and smiled, but he didn't expect him to fall in love with that guy.

In the square, the thief walked all the way, his body was like a ghost, walking among the planes, and carrying the remnants of the Dao Dao behind him, which seemed to be the talent of his bloodline.

The bamboo flute woman followed closely behind, it seemed that she didn't exchange blood, she was just an ordinary person, but her speed was no slower than that of a thief, and she ran down for such a long time, her face was as usual, and she didn't even take a breath of air.

The thief slipped through the bamboo flute woman, with a smug smile on her face, and while she ran away, she didn't forget to take out the treasure she had stolen, only to see the objects in his hand appear one by one, and then disappear.

The smile on the thief's face became brighter and brighter, and those eyes were like a pile of spatial crystals hidden in them, shining brightly.

Suddenly, in front of the thief, a figure slowly walked out, just in the way of his escape.

The thief looked at the man and saw that it was the one who had been stolen earlier.

At that time, he deliberately wanted to bump into it, but was dodged by the guy, and the thing almost didn't arrive, so he stopped and apologized to him, and he got lucky.

"Stop." Chenyang looked at the thief, who was as thin as a mouse, and shouted out of his mouth.

The thief smiled disdainfully, tossed the thief's gem in his hand, grabbed it in his hand, and said loudly, "It's good, but it's mine."

As soon as the words fell, the thin figure blew a long whistle, and in an awkward posture, it bypassed Chenyang's side, and ran four or five meters away in the blink of an eye.

Chenyang's right hand changed, and a black mist condensed in his hand, changing into the form of an ink shadow hand.

With a flick of his palm, it suddenly turned into a flexible black tentacle, throwing out nearly ten meters away.

The tentacles flew out, curling the thief's legs, and his legs were firmly bound by the tentacles, causing him to fall directly to the snow-white floor.

"Oops!" The thief screamed.

Chenyang withdrew the tentacles in his hand, dragging the thief back to him little by little.

The thief suddenly grabbed a dagger in his hand and tried to cut off the tentacle, but the knife fell, sliding directly along the slippery skin of the tentacle.

The bamboo flute woman chased after her, looked at Chenyang's arm that turned into tentacles, there was a look of surprise in her eyes, and she said loudly: "Thank you, if you weren't there, this guy might have really escaped."

"No, my stuff is in his hands too." Chenyang said loudly.

If it weren't for Chenyang's own things being stolen, it is estimated that he would not have made a move, and he was not qualified to accept this thank you.

The thief was dragged back to the two men, his hands tightly covered his pockets, and shouted: "If you don't have anything, you want a life, this is my dignity as a thief!"

The bamboo flute woman held the bamboo flute in one hand and pointed it on his hands.

The thief had two blood-red marks on his hands, but he still did not let go, and clutched his pockets as if he had glued them to them.

"Let it go, you stole those things, and you have to give them back." The bamboo flute woman shouted.

"What I stole is mine, and I didn't steal from you, so I don't need you to take a mouse here and meddle in your business." The thief shouted loudly, and let the bamboo flute strike with both hands, but he did not let go for half a minute.

Chenyang glanced at the bamboo flute woman, but did not think that she was not the one who was stolen, but helped others recover the lost property.

The two of them were still entangled, and Chenyang was a little impatient waiting here, so he pulled out the electric knife from his waist and put it on his wrist.

"Release yourself, or I'll chop it for you." Chenyang said coldly, and the fierce aura in his body erupted and poured into this thief's body.

The thief's movements suddenly froze, and the bamboo flute woman took advantage of this opportunity, and the bamboo flute leaned out, quickly opened his hands, and took out all the items in his pocket.

Among more than a dozen large and small objects, Chenyang swept his two small stones at a glance, reached out and withdrew them into his pocket, and said loudly: "My things have been taken back, and you can deal with the rest."

The thief looked at the objects that had fallen on the clearing, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes, "You two demons, these are my treasures. ”

Chenyang's eyes were cold, and the blade in his hand swung towards the thief's throat, and the killing intent in his body was undisguised.

The thief's throat was slashed, and a large stream of blood gushed out, and there was a strong hatred in his eyes when he looked at Chenyang.

He was dying, dying in the Dimensional Square, and it would take a space crystal to resurrect him.

On the way to turn the thief into a white light.

Chenyang said coldly: "If there is a next time, I find you stealing under my nose, then you are ready to die, I will see you once, kill you once."

The thief only heard the first half, and before the second half was finished, he had already lost his temperature and turned into a dead corpse.

Before he died, he was not honest, his hands moved quietly, and he used his profession's stealing skills, and the target was still Chenyang.

All the treasures he stole were hollowed out by Chenyang, so how could he not be angry, but he didn't have the strength to take revenge now, so he could only use this method to vent his anger and resentment.

The thief reached out with both hands, and unconsciously reached for Chenyang, and somewhere on his body he touched a long stick as warm as jade, and the body of the stick was covered with a layer of veins like leaves.

He hadn't stolen the long stick yet, but with a light touch, he was immediately hit by a domineering teal energy, hastening his death.

After his death, a message came from the system: "The Plane Man attempted to steal the Legendary-level binding equipment, and was independently counterattacked by the equipment, and the Plane Man died, and successfully consumed a space crystal to resurrect."

Looking at the corpse of the thief in the square, disappearing in a white light, Chenyang's face improved slightly, and it was no longer as cold as it was at the beginning.

The bamboo flute woman looked at Chenyang, showed a smile, and said loudly: "Thanks to you this time, my name is Xiao Xiao, and I am a martial artist."

"Morning Sun." Chenyang nodded and said his name.

Xiao Xiao hung the bamboo flute on his waist, picked up the dozen or so items on the ground, and said to Chenyang: "There are so many things, I'm afraid many people have been stolen, I'll go and return them to the owner, can you help?"

"No, you can go yourself." Chenyang shook his head and said, this time he made a move, it was just for his own things, he didn't have Xiao Xiao's spirit of helping others.

He will not use his strength to do anything wrong, nor will he help those who have nothing to do with him, this is his Chenyang's consistent code of conduct.