Villain: Hold The Female Devil's Thigh Tightly While She's Still Young

There are many rich people in Luyang City, and naturally there are many injustices.

Liang Chi is a talented person who has mastered Qinggong to the extreme. It is too difficult to find him, but it becomes very simple for him to find him.

If you show off your unique sword at this kind of trap stall, the thieves in Luyang City will definitely target you.

Watching the enemy in front of me frantically trap him.

Zhao Qingpei really lamented in his heart that skills were completely worthless in the face of fraud.

What's the use of being good at throwing pots?

Under his invisible sword intention, even if the trap is dead, he still can't trap the sword box.

Even the masters of the Seventh Realm may not be able to see the embryonic form of the invisible sword intention that was born under the tempering of the divine sword.

A complete scam.

But there is no way, trap within trap is a trap.

Once again, the young man missed dozens of shots in a row, and his eyebrows almost knitted together.

He couldn't figure out what the problem was.

I continued to miss for more than ten rounds, and I really couldn't trap that peerless sword.

Finally, the young man finally discovered that a great sword is really difficult to use.

In particular, the size of the sword box is almost the same as a circle, and the edges and corners of the sword box are smooth.

Even if it gets caught, it will slide down. It is really difficult to hit it perfectly without using too much force.

It is simply not the same level of difficulty as throwing pot.

The young man and the people around him didn't notice anything was wrong.

When the boy passed by the final prize again and again, all the circles fell on the edge.

The crowd around him kept sighing with regret.

The boy was discouraged.

He began to focus on setting up some calligraphy, paintings, knick-knacks and the like to practice his hand skills.

As the distance got closer, the boy's hit rate began to slowly increase, and he also began to slowly hit some calligraphy and paintings.

These things were originally worthless in Zhao Qingpei's hands. The most expensive item was only about one gold. Even the knick-knacks on the front are some "tattered" ones in better condition that I picked up at the street stall next door.

"I won!! Boss, bring it here!!"

The young man was slightly depressed and finally a smile appeared on his face.

"Yingting give him something."

ah? !

“It’s really a hit!!”

Sheng Yingting's mouth pouted slightly, with an expression full of reluctance. She thought she could keep collecting money.

"He is not an injustice."

This girl's understanding of injustice has deviated in a strange direction.

The image of a little miser with a lively little expression.

Zhao Qingpei pressed his palm on Sheng Yingting's head and touched it.

"Go get it."

"Okay~"

This miser's expression made the young man feel that he had earned a fortune even more, and his face became even more proud.

"Boss, one hundred more! No! Three hundred!"

rich!

"good!"

"Little girl, let me tell you I'm awesome."

"It's just good luck."

Sheng Yingting murmured quietly and placed the calligraphy and painting at the young man's feet.

There are more and more people watching around, and the whole road is blocked by onlookers.

The young man enjoys the feeling of hitting something that attracts everyone's attention. Zhao Qingpei just wants more people to see this.

They made about one thousand gold in succession.

Under Zhao Qingpei's help, the young man finally hit a lot of the bamboo hoops he threw and started to harvest wildly.

The piles of gadgets are almost piled up into a hill.

"Boss, everything is almost gone."

"Is it gone so soon? Your skills have become so powerful."

Zhao Qingpei said with a bitter look on his face.

Basically, except for the peerless sword and the calligraphy and painting that are also placed relatively far away, basically everything has been taken advantage of by the young man.

Looking at the gadgets that are almost gone.

The young man didn't intend to keep trapping him anymore. He also called his servants to carry him, and the crowd began to disperse.

Sheng Yingting's bulging cheeks looked slightly angry as she looked at the things that were constantly being moved.

That little expression really looked like he was angry after losing too much.

Zhao Qingpei also pretended to be very uncomfortable.

He sighed and shook his head.

"Boss, don't be sad, this boy is just lucky." said an onlooker.

"Good luck?" Zhao Qingpei smiled bitterly.

"I'll lose all my pants now."

"Just to make some money."

Zhao Qingpei was already happy in his heart, and his expression really looked like a frustrated street vendor.

The young man bared his big teeth and happily directed the servants to carry calligraphy, paintings and knickknacks.

"Boss, don't feel too bad. Tomorrow! Come back tomorrow and I'll buy more of your bamboo hoops. By the way, I still have less than 100 gold left. Boss, you've lost so much, so just accept it."

"That won't work! The things in the set belong to you, I can't ask for the money anymore!"

Zhao Qingpei sternly refused.

It was originally just a stall to attract Pirates, but excluding the principal, I defrauded the kid in front of me of at least more than 700 gold.

"I am Cui, Cui You, remember my name, I will come to this place tomorrow!"

The Cui family may be one of the clans in Luyang City.

It should also be a common surname.

Zhao Qingpei's fingers holding the wooden stick moved slightly.

This name sounds familiar, but I really can't remember it.

But I didn't take it to heart.

"Girl, close the stall."

"good."

A pair of sharp eyes in the crowd swept over the peerless sword, passed over Sheng Yingting, and finally fell on Zhao Qingpei. The moment the eyes fell, Zhao Qingpei's walking pace changed. There was a pause for half a beat.

The smile on his lips couldn't be suppressed.

The fish is hooked.

Sheng Yingting carried the sword box on her back and a package in her other hand. The few calligraphy and paintings were not heavy.

"Give me some to get for you."

Zhao Qingpei stretched out his hand, only to be held by soft little hands.

"Master, I'll get it, and I'll lead you away."

Sheng Yingting led the way leisurely, her hand held tightly by Zhao Qingpei. Zhao Qingpei tapped the ground lightly with the wooden stick in his other hand, looking for the rhythm of progress.

Back at the inn, the little girl put down the sword box impatiently, then quickly opened the bag and began to count the gold leaves inside.

With a serious expression, his brows were furrowed, and he was counting attentively. His small hands flipped the coins flexibly, making a crisp sound.

Zhao Qingpei sat aside and waited quietly.

The little girl's hair was a little messy, but she didn't care, she just wanted to count the money. Her movements were skillful and quick, as if she was used to this kind of life. While she was counting the money, a series of rustling sounds began to be heard from the street in the distance.

The woman who was shopping with her daughter lamented the safety and prosperity of Luyang City. She could play with her daughter on days when there was no curfew.

A big hand reached out from behind and covered the woman's mouth. A silver needle flashed across her fingertips, and the woman's eyes dropped heavy.

The girl next to her also lost consciousness before she could make a sound.

"How many are there?"

"Four is not enough. The number will be five tomorrow."

"Too many, too many lately."

"There is no way, demand exceeds supply."