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The kingfisher stumbled out of the palace, followed the scent into an inn and landed on a table.

Under the lantern light, the white-robed Young Master who was as warm as jade was currently flipping through an ancient scroll. The faint yellow candle flame made his face appear especially gentle.

It was the head disciple of the Thief God Sect, Ling Qingyi's Senior Brother Flute Luo.

Seeing the kingfisher fly in, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes as he muttered to himself.

"What did that girl Qingyi do to make master angry?"

Half a month ago, he left the Thief God Sect and went down the mountain to complete a mission.

After not seeing her for so long, he still missed her a lot.

The bagpipes dropped from the kingfisher's legs and removed the note. To others, it looked like a series of ghostly charms.

But the flute stared for a moment, frowning.

Why did he … Can't understand what junior sister is saying?

What do you mean "Senior Brother"? I was wrong, I shouldn't have bet with you on the position of the Sect Leader of the Thief God Sect. "Right now, I am trapped in the Third Prince's Mansion in the West Stellar Kingdom. Quickly come and save me ~"

Piper Luo suspected that a part of his memories had been emptied out. When had he made this bet with his Junior Sister before?

Besides, her master had always been a precious junior sister, how could he bear to put her in danger?

He suspected that his junior's naughty child was purposely playing tricks on him. After pondering for a moment, he immediately tidied up his mind and leaped into the air, heading back towards Phoenix Cry Mountain.

The Thief God Sect sounded impressive, but it wasn't.

There were only three people occupying a small cave at Phoenix Cry Mountain.

In Ling Qingyi's words, it was "so shabby that it was embarrassing."

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, the flute easily found the hidden cave entrance.

Before they even entered, they could smell the revolting stench of alcohol. Flute Fall couldn't help but frown as he held his breath.

Currently, he was certain that his Junior Sister had not been in the sect for some time.

Otherwise, how could a normal person live on in such an environment?

The gods were drunk, and the floor was littered with bottles of wine.

"Master?" He shook his head and asked, "Where's Junior Sister?" Why isn't she in the cave? "

The God Thief was already drunk to the point of not recognizing anyone. Its face was red and its eyes were hazy as they grabbed the hand of the piper, groping around like a hooligan.

"Ah …" "What a delicate and pretty lady …"

The flute's forehead twitched.

He channeled his energy and ruthlessly stepped on the feet of his disrespectful master. He let out an "Ah!" in pain and released his grip on the flute.

He felt wronged.

"Which family's girl is so fierce …" "She's like a tigress …"

Flute Luo thought, Junior Sister is right.

This old man hasn't been hacked to death by his enemies in so many years; his luck is really good.

He knew his Master's character. She would get drunk for several days whenever she got drunk. It seemed like she wouldn't be able to get her Junior Sister's whereabouts from him.

The flute could only rely on itself. He looked around the cave and finally found the answer.

There was a messy pile of letters scattered on the table in the study.

Ling Qingyi and Flute Luo were both orphans. When they were young, they were brought back by the God Thief when they were begging on the street. They were not family, but more like family.

Ling Qingyi had started working two years ago, and never forgot to write to her master and senior when she was outside, telling them about what happened outside.

The top few letters were all written by Ling Qingyi to the Divine Thief.

"Master, the imperial city of Western Chen is really a good place …" The people here were all too rich. The roofs were made of glazed roof tiles, and the bridges were built with white jade … "Although I knew from a long time ago how luxurious the lives of those who live in power and wealth are, I still expressed my envy like a country bumpkin who has never seen the world …"

"Master, the Southern Kingdom's Princess An Yaoyue's convoy has already entered the Imperial City. The security is too tight. I'm going to wait until the day of her wedding with the Third Marquis. Anya really had a lot of dowry, a whole one hundred and twenty-eight dowries, he really wanted to take all of them away … Ai, I don't know if Master was willing to give me sixteen dowries when I got married. I don't think so. Master, you're just a stingy iron rooster … "

Seeing this, the flute could not help but laugh as it looked at Ling Qingyi's sour expression.

At the same time, he felt a little regretful. The little girl who cried for candy all those years ago was now thinking of marrying him.

However, when he saw the following letters, his expression gradually grew solemn.

The letter was written with Ling Qingyi's unique language, with the wind flute as the signature and the handwriting as the wind flute as the flute as the flute as well.

But the flute could be sure that he himself had never written these letters.

There was only one explanation, and that was that the God Thief was communicating with Ling Qingyi in his name.

Piper knew that his master was a hidden expert, but he didn't expect him to hide so many things from them.

They had always thought that they wouldn't be able to understand the communication code that they had invented, especially Ling Qingyi who would often use it to speak ill of their master behind his back. In the end …

Piper quickly skimmed through the contents of the letter.

"Junior-apprentice Sister, let's make a bet. We'll bet on the position of the God Thief Sect's Sect Leader. Whoever loses will obediently become the Sect Leader, and the winner will be carefree and unfettered in the martial arts world!"

The two of them disliked the position of the Sect Leader of the Thief God, and always tried to shirk responsibility for each other.

Ling Qingyi replied: "Sure! "What do you want to do?"

"The princess of the Southern Kingdom, An Xiyue, is coming to marry the Third Marquis of the Western Stellar Kingdom. If you are able to steal it, I will take over the Sect Leader's position and let Junior Sister enjoy herself. "

Ling Qingyi: "Tch, isn't that simple? Senior Apprentice Brother, just wait to be the Sect Leader, hahaha … "

At this point, everything matched.

No wonder Ling Qingyi had written in her latest letter that she should not have made a bet with him.

That is to say...

Piper's expression turned cold.

Junior Sister is in danger! She was trapped in the Third Marquis Estate!

The reason why she wrote to him instead of asking for help was also very simple. That old man was really unreliable.

The piper could not imagine how the pampered junior sister was being tormented and imprisoned. Torture? Ten great tortures … No one would treat a thief with kindness.

Not daring to think any further, he grinded his brush, left a note for his master, and told him where he was going.

Then he rolled up the note and stuffed it into the thief's shaggy beard to make sure he could see it when he woke up.

He then mounted his horse and sped down the mountain, taking advantage of the moonlight.

What he didn't know was that after his figure disappeared into the cave, the drunken god thief suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were very clear, without a trace of drunkenness.

He sat up slowly, stretched, and took out the note from his beard.

He read the contents and used the fire to burn it clean.

He picked up the jug of wine and walked out of the cave. Sitting on the ground, he chugged down the wine as he faced the moon.

Finally, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

The God Thief laughed in a somewhat mocking manner.

"Tsk, two foolish disciples …"