C13

The Thief God once lamented that his evening was bleak.

He had reigned in the martial arts world for a long time, but in the end, he didn't even have a suitable candidate to inherit his legacy. Of course, his two disciples did not care much about the position of the Divine Thief Sect's Sect Leader.

Ling Qingyi, the youngest disciple, had an impetuous personality and was also a girl. First disciple Feng Diluo is great in every way, but...

He was an idiot.

Feng Diluo was very likely going to get lost if he did a mission.

Not as good as Feng Diluo, his luck was also good. Even if he got lost, he could hide himself and slowly figure out a way.

However, there were still times of accidents.

Feng Diluo lost his way while standing in the middle of the road in the capital city of Xichen.

He had already investigated the location of the Third Prince's Mansion, but when he moved at night, he found himself in a difficult situation.

The Vermillion Bird Street in Lin An was filled with powerful nobles, all of whom stayed in their residences. As far as Feng Diluo was concerned, they were all the same, there was nothing to distinguish between them at all.

It was impossible for him to stand in front of each house and read the words on the plaque to distinguish which of the nobles' houses it was.

It was strictly prohibited to go out during curfew times. If one was caught by the patrolling soldiers, it was not a bad fate.

Not only would he be unable to save his Junior Sister, but he was also afraid that he would have to sacrifice himself.

Feng Diluo was helpless and could only use his Qing Gong. With the cover of the night, he went door to door in search of her.

Since Chu Muhan was the son of the emperor, the mansion should be more luxurious than the others.

Feng Diluo stopped on the roof of a mansion as he thought about this.

She was probably imprisoned by Chu Muhan and would not be easily found. Thus, she could only find Chu Muhan first before asking about the whereabouts of Chu Muhan.

He found a house with a light on. He gently lifted up the tile and looked down.

It was the first time he had ever hated his eyes and ears so much.

Through the curtain on the bed, two naked people could be seen hugging each other. The room was filled with the smell of musk.

"Does this grandpa make you feel comfortable?"

"Ah, Master …" "You're so powerful …"

In the arms of the fat, oily old man was a young man. He looked like a normal looking young man, just like a young servant in a railed courtyard.

His expression was intoxicated, as if he was truly very comfortable.

It was the first time in Feng Diluo's life that he had seen such a scene. He was so shocked that he forgot to put the tile back and just stared at it.

As it so happened, the boy reached the place where he felt refreshed. Just as he raised his head and was about to moan, he suddenly saw Feng Diluo on the room. His expression turned into one of fear as he screamed.

"Old master, old master!" There was someone on the room! There's an assassin! "

After he screamed, Feng Diluo immediately put the tile back and left.

Very quickly, the lights in the entire mansion lit up one by one. It seemed that everyone had been alerted.

Feng Diluo could only leave in a hurry.

By chance, he found another luxurious mansion.

This time, he was a lot more cautious. He only moved the tile a crack and looked down.

"Your Highness, what should we do next?"

The Crown Prince? Feng Diluo's hand paused. It seems like... He had found the wrong place.

He was about to leave when he suddenly glanced down and held his breath.

"..."

Ling Qingyi was pressed down to the ground with her mouth covered, not daring to even breathe.

She could not see anything in the pitch-black storage room. The person had even covered her eyes with his hands, causing her palm to feel warm.

When the eyes are out of sight, the rest of the senses become acute.

Ling Qingyi could clearly feel the man's hot breath on her neck …

She had imagined countless times in her mind how she would die, strangled, broken by a treasure, imprisoned in a storeroom, starving to death …

Wait!

Ling Qingyi sniffed the air. Wine?

The man let go of her quickly, fished out a match, and lit the candle.

As soon as she saw that person's face, Ling Qingyi was on the verge of tears.

She rushed forward excitedly and grabbed the man by the collar.

"Chu Muhan!" I'll beat you to death, you prankster! Are you scaring me to death? "

What a good prince! He didn't stay in his room properly at night, but instead came to the dark storage room to drink?

Chu Muhan glanced at her indifferently, as if he was looking at a stranger.

He had a strong inner force and easily pushed Ling Qingyi, who was holding onto his collar, aside as if he was chasing a chicken.

He picked up the wine jug and gulped it down.

Only then did Ling Qingyi notice that he was carrying something in his arms.

Seems to be … The red dress she had brought back from the palace during the day?

Ling Qingyi's body stiffened. This dress wasn't made from any expensive material. She had forgotten about it when she was bathing.

From the looks of it, there really was some unknown story behind the dress that Chu Muhan treasured so much for her to be able to hold it in his arms …

However, all of this had nothing to do with her.

Ling Qingyi chuckled. "Your highness is in a good mood. Chenqie won't disturb you any longer."

As he spoke, he slipped out.

It was unknown what Chu Muhan did. The sharp weapons sliced through the air and made "sou sou" sounds. A few rays of cold light flashed by. A few sharp daggers were neatly inserted in front of Ling Qingyi.

Although it didn't injure her, one of it was currently brushing past her face, slicing off a strand of her hair and falling down shakily.

There were actually more traps in the warehouse?

Ling Qingyi had a face full of disbelief.

Chu Muhan even smiled and said, "This King won't stop you. As long as you can get out of here, that is what you are capable of."

The corner of Ling Qingyi's mouth twitched.

Obviously, she didn't have this ability …

With her kung fu skills, she could usually escape and steal more than enough. If she were to face such a vicious trap, she might not even be able to leave a corpse behind.

Ling Qingyi took a deep breath and turned around.

"My lord, how can I let you go?"

The drunk Chu Muhan only acted like he didn't recognize anyone, but his IQ wasn't damaged at all.

He said in a very understanding manner, "This King did not stop you from leaving."

The implication was that if you couldn't leave, that was because you didn't have the ability to.

Ling Qingyi ignored her death. "I plead for Your Highness to give me a quick death."

If she wanted to kill or cut, that was fine. She didn't want to play the game "Guess what I'm thinking" here anymore.

"Since you want to leave so much …" Chu Muhan revealed a look of regret, "How about this, I still lack someone to listen to a story."

Ling Qingyi couldn't hold back her curses anymore.

Go listen to your story! Stories in the storeroom without sleep in the middle of the night?

She stubbornly thought, "I won't listen!" Even if he died here, he wouldn't listen!

Ling Qingyi looked calm and composed as she lifted up her robe and sat on the ground, speaking respectfully.

"Your Highness, please speak. This little one will listen."

"..." When a person had no choice but to lower his head under a roof, how could a stubborn person be more important than his own life?