It's just that Yi's body is too agile and too fast, Qing'er chased after him out of breath••••••

"Give me back the bag, it's the thing I hold dear to me!"

As soon as he squeezed into the crowd, he heard Shen Molan's cold voice, mixed with forbearance and anger.

Yi didn't take her so-called eldest sister in her eyes at all, but focused her eyes on a young man next to her, dressed in a black python robe, standing long, with a shallow cold smile blooming at the corner of her mouth, her dark eyes seemed to be quenched with a poisonous sword, cold and gloomy, I have to admit that this is a person who makes people feel dangerous all the time, but the delicate facial features can confuse the minds of many girls•••••• this is the crown prince Nan Zhouling, and his whole body exudes a noble temperament that the prince is born with.

Such eyebrows and eyes seem to have been seen somewhere•••••• Yi has a sense of déjà vu for Nan Zhouling.

They were followed by a lot of guards, at this moment the beggar boy was being held by the arms of the two guards, his hair was messy, although someone pressed his head with his hand, but his bright eyes were staring straight at Shen Molan, a very unyielding arrogance••••••

"I didn't steal it!" The boy's voice was loud, as if he wanted to fight against the oppressive elite in this way.

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"If it's not you, who else would it be?! Obviously, I lost my bag after you hit me••••••"

Shen Molan was annoyed and angry, her small fists were clenched, and a pair of apricot eyes were about to erupt into flames, and she firmly believed that the young man in front of her was the one who stole things.

Yi immediately glanced at the real thief, who was really a wolf in sheep's clothing, and he didn't run away quickly after stealing things, but stayed to watch the fun, which was really daring••••••

"It's not me!"

The young man's eyes widened, and his face was full of grievance.

As soon as the words fell, he was punched hard in the mouth by the guards who held him, and bright red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth•••••

"You've all searched me, where is the tip you said!"

The young man was even more resentful, gritting his teeth and saying hatefully.

"Then you must have handed over to your comrades. If you don't hand over your things today, you don't want to leave here. Shen Molan smiled coldly, she was very satisfied with her clever inference.

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"Ahh Thief••••••"

"What a bold thief••••••"

"It's something that dares to steal the daughter of the right minister."

"I really don't want to live anymore••••••"

The crowd of onlookers began to chirp restlessly, and the young man's face was flushed•••••• but he was an arrogant bone who was not afraid of death.

"Alright, Lan'er, take him back to the Criminal Department."

Nan Zhouling, who had been standing next to Shen Molan, looked a little impatient and spoke. The cold eyes looked at the beggar boy without any emotion, as if he was not looking at a living person, but a dead corpse.

Shen Molan glanced at Nan Zhouling and nodded, "That's the only way to do it." ”

As soon as the words fell, the young man's blood-red eyes glared angrily, and he struggled desperately, "It's not me, are you a woman an idiot?" ”

The boy seemed to have decided on his situation, and did not give up the desperate struggle at the last moment, roaring angrily••••••

"You•••••• you're •••••• impatient••••••" Shen Molan seemed to be irritated and couldn't control it••••••

"I said, what is it like to rob a beautiful boy in broad daylight?"