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Part Three: Queen of Feather Spirits Chapter 218 Laughter

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    Thinking of this, Zhang Shaochen seemed to suddenly think of something, and prayed in his heart:

    "God, and the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, this time I really want to bless my disciples."

    "If I can only take righteousness this time without sacrificing my life, then according to the old practice of guiding spirits in Dayue Mountain last time, if I let the disciple retreat this time with all his body¡ªit is also possible to retreat half of his body¡ªthen I will give you two  Big fat pig head!"

    "You must believe me!"

    "Last time I fulfilled my wish in time, and my reputation is excellent!"

    Thinking about it this way, the tragic and apprehensive feeling in my heart just now has been diluted a lot.

    After observing for two days, he saw that everything in the Roche Manor was as usual, and there was nothing special to guard against, so he took advantage of the dim moonlight and swam into Wuxie Lake that night.

    He used what he learned from Demon Spirit Cult to cleverly avoid all kinds of traps and sneak into the inner courtyard.

    These traps are actually not simple. Even if he cracked them without any risk, or bypassed them, after he really passed the level, thinking about it for a while, he would still be afraid for a while.

    Such good luck came to an abrupt end after he sneaked into the inner courtyard.

    Just when he climbed over the courtyard wall and entered, he alarmed the guards.

    In the blink of an eye, countless light bulbs and torches have been lit up in the dark inner courtyard just now, and the huge garden is as bright as day!

    The guards of the Luo family are as if they are facing a big enemy.

    Seven or eight people dressed as swordsmen stood at the front of the crowd, like generals in a confrontation between three armies, with solemn and majestic expressions.

    Behind them, there were about thirty strong guards in groups, all of them stared at the young man with fierce eyes.

    There were also a dozen or so nurses in the nursing home, busy in and out, running in and out, shouting "get the thief", "get the thief".

    Such a commotion rang out for a while, back and forth.

    For a while, they ran back and forth, searching everywhere for Zhang Shaochen's accomplices.

    but¡­¡­

    Didn't find it?  !

    They don't believe it.

    Luo's Manor is nothing more than a tiger's den and a dragon's pond, how could a half-grown boy break in late at night?

    There must be accomplices!

    So after a brief silence, the dozen or so nurses ran forward again, searching everywhere, not letting go of any corners.

    There was even a chubby servant who lifted a broken tile the size of a palm from the garden floor and carefully observed the situation under the tile, not knowing whether he was looking for someone or catching crickets.

    After such a detailed search, they came to an unacceptable conclusion:

    This boy, there is really only one person here!

    After learning of this situation, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

    After a strange silence, suddenly, a burst of laughter erupted in the courtyard!

    This laughter, too loud and too long-lasting, echoed back and forth in the manor with many courtyards, startling countless birds and birds in the jungle of flowers and trees.

    These night birds uttered a flustered and noisy cry, and for a long time they flew in groups into the dark night sky.

    After the startled Yeniao's laughter gradually faded away, among the seven or eight swordsmen, the one who was clearly the leader came out more and more.

    Standing in front of everyone, the man opened his hands and made a posture of pressing down.

    The only remaining laughter disappeared immediately.

    "Everyone¡ª" The man turned around, turned his back to the boy, and said to everyone, "Everyone, give me Qi Wuhuan a face, and don't rush to kill him later."

    "We received so much money from the host's house, and we still provided delicious food and drink. For so many days, we didn't even kill a mouse. How embarrassing."

    "Finally one came, everyone, keep it close, don't kill him so quickly!"

    As soon as Qi Wuhuan finished speaking, there was a burst of applause:

    "good!"

    "yes!"

    "Hero Qi is right!"

    "That's right, I'm really suffocating these days."

    As soon as this sentence sounded, someone yelled and retorted:

    "Huh? Zhao Dahao, what are you holding back? Who told you that in the first few days, if you came to seek revenge with your boss, you would give him a big chunk of money. Who would dare to come later?"

    "Hahaha! You are right." Zhao Dahao said with a strange smile, "But so what? My old Zhao Shuang has passed! Why, you are not convinced?"

    "Obsess!" The person before said with a smile, "I just told you tonight, please keep it up, hahaha!"

    "Try your best, hehe." Zhao Dahao replied with a smirk on his face.

    The sound of laughing, scolding and ridicule like this echoed in the courtyard, it was extremely arrogant and contemptuous.

    Having imagined countless possible Zhang Shaochen, he never thought that he would encounter such a scene.

    He felt that he had not sneaked into the dragon's pond and tiger's lair, but had strayed into a temple fair, surrounded by a sea of ??joy.

    Obviously, I am the source of all the joy in front of me.

    At this moment, he really wanted to say, please be serious, he came tonight to punish corrupt officials.

    But even if you want to say it, it won't work.

    There was a lot of laughter and scolding in front of him, unless he shouted at the top of his voice, it was difficult for anyone to hear what he was saying.

    And if he really shouted at the top of his voice, I'm afraid these people in front of him would laugh more happily.

    So he thought for a while, forget it.

    In the eyes of those people, his thinking is even more ridiculous.

    "Why, this little doll still looks serious, doesn't it mean that he really thinks that he is not that cat playing with a mouse?"

    In their eyes, the young man who pretended to be serious was actually looking at Qi Wuhuan who just announced his family name.

    Under the bright torch, Zhang Shaochen saw Qi Wuhuan clearly.

    So he reconfirmed that the phrase "a phase arises from the heart" really makes sense.

    Qi Wuhuan, wearing a dark blue dress with arrow sleeves, is tall and has a horse face.

    This horse-like face is a bit curved. When you look closely, it really looks like the broken tiles that the fat servant just lifted up to look at.

    This kind of face shape is already a bit fierce; the real finishing touch is his pair of eyes.

    It stands to reason that now Qi Wuhuan is very relaxed and has found a long-awaited joke, so the eyes should be very happy and relaxed.

    In fact, so did he at this time.

    But with such a relaxed and joyful look in his eyes, Zhang Shaochen instantly felt as if he saw a hungry and bloodthirsty jackal in the dark night!

    People often say "not to be angry but to be powerful", and this horse-faced Qi Wuhuan is a rare "smiling but fierce".

    Seeing him aiming at her indiscriminately, Qi Wuhuan laughed fiercely like a night owl:

    "Little baby, my old relative is very curious, just what kind of biography of the ranger did you read, and you were coaxed to fight against injustice?"

    His words were obviously just sarcasm, and he didn't expect the boy to answer.

    Unexpectedly, after hearing what he said, Zhang Shaochen really tilted his head and thought about it, and then said solemnly:

    "It's easy to teach uncle to know that I read "Smoke and Dust on the Immortal Road"."

    "Well?"

    The unreasonable answer disrupted Qi Wuhuan's ironic train of thought.

    He froze for a moment, looked at the boy as if he were a monster, paused for a while, and couldn't help but blurted out:

    "Aren't you sick?"

    The author of "Smoke and Dust on the Immortal Road", Guan Pingchao 233333 This book can also be found on this site.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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