C3 Drunken Dream Stole It He Stole It from the World's Number One Armada

Chu Yizhen yawned in boredom. He stood up and kicked the wooden box. He threw the box on his back and picked up the white flag on the side. On the flag were the words "Dog Skin Paste.

Situ Jian stood up in the midst of everyone's mocking laughter. He felt that he had suffered a great humiliation and would not let go of the other party.

"I have no enmity with you. Why did you plot against me?"

Chu Yizhen ignored him and looked straight ahead. He still held the flag and stood on the ground, tapping and beating. His other hand was touching and waving in front of him, and he carefully walked forward.

"You are deaf! I am talking to you!" He did not expect Situ Jian to show off so easily. He had a bad temper. Seeing Chu Yizhen ignore him, he immediately became angry. He grabbed the man's collar and lifted him up.

Chu Yizhen pretended to be frightened. He held the flag tightly with both hands and begged bitterly, "Please give way to the kind person. Please give way to the kind person!"

Situ Jian saw his reaction and thought to himself. So this was a deaf and blind cripple. No wonder he did not see him walking over. Since he's disabled, then I don't have anything to fuss about with him. It's a pity that he has such a handsome face.

Situ Jian let go of Chu Yizhen's collar and gave him another look. This person was wearing a wine gourd at his waist. His hair was messy and his clothes were worn down. However, his facial features were extremely handsome and he had a pretty face.

Although his clothes were not good, his body was emitting a noble aura. If he washed himself properly and changed into clean clothes, he would definitely be far better than those princes and nobles in the palace.

This person was very strange. He was deaf and blind, but he was good at drinking. He even sold dog skin plaster to live. However, the world was vast and there were all kinds of strange things. Situ Jian did not think much of it. He walked straight into the shop, and his followers followed him in.

The street returned to its liveliness as usual. Chu Yizhen carelessly put his hand into his pocket and touched it. His face froze, and he touched it twice. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes. He touched it for a long time before he realized what had happened. The remaining silver on his body had just bounced him away.

Chu Yizhen could not help but have a headache. His head was twitching. He inadvertently glanced at the street. He was immediately stunned. His eyes were full of vigor. It was as if his mind had been lifted.

He saw a handsome man slowly walking down the path. His white clothes were as white as snow, and there was no dust on them. His black hair was like a waterfall, and he looked like a fairy that had descended from the heavens. However, he had concealed his beauty with his sharp gaze. That man's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. It was likely that he would shiver if he stared at him for even a second.

Chu Yizhen narrowed his eyes and sized him up. His eyes were glued to that man's body like glue. He had never seen such an indifferent and distant person. It was as if he was an iron stone standing on top of a tall mountain. Nothing in the world could move him. It was like an ice that hadn't melted for ten thousand years. No matter how warm the sun was, it couldn't melt him.

He was walking towards the tea house. Chu Yizhen's eyes were fixed on the white lotus bag on the waist of the man. His eyes seemed to have hooks in them. He stared at the lotus bag without blinking.

The bag was heavy. It was hanging down. It was bulging, and there were bumps on the edges. The pouch was tied with a gray rope. It was a little loose, and it was especially exposed outside the clothes.

Chu Yizhen smiled evilly. He held the flag and poked it left and right, pretending to hit the young master in white. He flicked his little finger at the young master's waist, and the pouch was easily in his hand. He hid it in his sleeve in the dark. His speed and skill were so fast that it made people sigh in their hearts.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Chu Yizhen lowered his head and bowed to the air repeatedly to apologize. The young master in white did not blame him. He walked into the shop and found a remote corner to sit down. The waiter walked up to him and poured tea for him. The young master in white pushed the teapot of the waiter away with one hand.

"White water is enough." His voice was deep and pleasant.

If it was an ordinary person, they would definitely find it strange. How could there be a customer who only drank a cup of white water in the restaurant? The waiter also felt it was strange, but he was a smart person. In just an instant, he recovered his smile and poured back a cup of white water for him. He did not ask any more questions.

"Sir, please take your time." There were people who came to this restaurant every day. Those heroes and swordsmen were usually different from ordinary people. No one could figure out the strange thoughts in their heads. Even the best businessmen were the same. Whatever request they made, they would just do as they were told. There was no need to act recklessly. This was the principle that the waiter had learned.

Chu Yizhen could not help but look at the young master in white in the restaurant. He seemed to have a different taste when he drank the white water, as if he was not drinking ordinary white water, but Human Immortal Dew.

This man was like a clear spring flowing out of a secluded valley deep in the mountains, or a figure walking out of a scroll of misty rain. He had a hazy feeling about him.

Chu Yizhen looked away. He didn't want to leave anymore. He took out a few pieces of silver from his pocket and placed them on the table. He shouted, "Pay the bill. He walked into the crowd with the flag in his hand. He touched the wall and walked into a deserted alley. Then, he put the flag on his back and raised the corner of his mouth. The evil smile spread and he threw the bag in his hand. It was big enough, and the Young Master Bai's pouch was very big. It was more than twice the size of an ordinary pouch.

"Let Grandpa Chu see what treasures are inside!"

Chu Yizhen reached into the pouch and found a square object. It was cold and as hard as gold, but it was flat and did not look like a gold bar. Moreover, there seemed to be patterns engraved on the object. It was tied with a string in front and had long tassels on its tail.

Chu Yizhen was surprised. He took it out first and held it high in the air. He squinted his eyes and looked at it. It was a badge made of pure gold. It was exquisite and exquisite. People couldn't make this kind of badge. It was obvious that this person had an extraordinary status. However, what shocked Chu Yizhen the most was that it wasn't carved with patterns, but words. There were six golden words on the badge.

Godly Constable.