I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

But Chu He didn't have time to think so much now, he went straight to a mask vendor, picked up a grimace mask, dropped five taels of silver and disappeared into the darkness.

"Oh, guest officer, you gave me too much..." The stall owner froze with the change he was about to find for Chu He. How could there be Chu He in front of him?

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"Quick! Xiaoyu! Hold on!"

In a dark alley, four girls ran crazily, turning their heads while running, as if they were being chased by something terrible.

"Little miss, I...I can't run anymore!" The girl called Xiaoyu said out of breath.

"You must hold on! When the teachers and elders in the academy find out that we are missing, they will definitely come out to look for us!" Shangguan Xiaoxiao said while pulling Xiaoyu to run.

A few people could only raise their breath and insist on running.

Behind the few people, several figures hang far behind the four of them.

"Hey, these girls look really good!" A black shadow smiled sadly.

"If you want to die, don't pull us! They are all from the National Scholars Academy! Especially the leader, she is the granddaughter of Shangguan Zongyuan, a third-rank Confucian!" Another black shadow scolded.

"Don't forget our purpose!" Another black shadow spoke.

"I know, isn't it just to get that literary treasure!" The black shadow who spoke for the first time had a trace of impatience in his tone.

"Third brother, be serious! After this ticket is done, you can go to Chunfeng Building to find as many as you want! It's these people, you must not touch them! If you cause trouble for our Qinglang Gang, don't worry about it!" Chief, do it, and I will screw your head off myself!" said a leading black shadow.

"We made an agreement! We'll help you grab that flute for you, and you'll pay us 50,000 taels of silver!" One of the black shadows looked at a white-clothed figure beside him.

If Chu He had been here, he would have noticed that this figure in white was exactly the "White Dragon" he had met in the Guandao Inn before!

"Don't worry, after talking about 50,000 taels, you won't miss a penny! Also, my son's name is Bailong! Don't call him that!" "Bailong" said lightly.

Thinking of the Feng Yuxiao on Shangguan Xiaoxiao's body in front of him, "Bai Long"'s eyes became hot.

That is a literary treasure! People in the world who possess Wendao treasures are either powerful or have good backgrounds. Very few Wendao treasures will be left on the market.

And the little girl in front was lucky enough to take a picture of a literary treasure!

More importantly, these four little girls were not protected by experts! This surprised "White Dragon".

He should get this literary treasure!

"It seems that this time Dagan Kingdom is the right one! Even God is on my side, and wants to give me a literary treasure!" "Bailong" secretly rejoiced at his decision to come to Dagan Kingdom .

Although I really want to get this literary treasure, if I use my own strength to rob these four little girls, there will definitely be a lot of trouble.

So "Bailong" found an underworld gang in Qingcheng, the Qinglang Gang, and asked them to help him obtain this literary treasure with a bank note.

However, the leader of the Blue Wolf Gang, the little leader, is also a man of insight, and quickly recognized that the targets of himself and others tonight are all from the National Scholars Academy, and even one of the little girls is the granddaughter of the current third-rank Confucian Shangguan. !

Originally, he wanted to give up this mission, but this self-proclaimed "White Dragon" gave too much, which made him hard-hearted and decided to take a risk.

But he also made it clear that they only rob things for this ticket, and don't kill people.

And the purpose of "Bailong" was just to take a Wendao treasure, Feng Yu Xiao, and he didn't care about the life and death of the four little girls, so he persuaded several people to help him snatch the Wendao treasure.

"This Mr. Bailong seems to be different from the one in the rumors..." Glancing at this "Mr. Bailong", the leader of the Blue Wolf Gang, the little leader, murmured to himself.

As for Mr. Bailong's name, in fact, the entire Linjiang County has already spread, and Qingcheng will naturally know about this person.

This little boss has also read the "Bailong Poetry Collection" by Mr. Bailong. He felt that the "Mr. Bailong" in front of him and the poetry collection gave him a different impression, so he had some doubts about the identity of this "Mr. Bailong". Suspect.

However, in their line of work, the most taboo thing is to inquire about the employer's news at will.

So the little boss didn't ask much.

"Hurry up and catch up with them, they have no strength!" "Bailong" looked at the girls who had slowed down in front, and a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"I can't do it, little sister, I really can't run anymore! You run, don't worry about me! Go back and find the elders and teachers and come back to save me!" In the alley ahead, the girl named Xiaoyu Breaking free from Shangguan's small hand, he stopped on the spot.

As she stopped like this, the remaining girls all stopped, and they were actually already exhausted.

"No, we can't separate. Once separated, it will be easier to be broken one by one, and our danger will be even greater!" Shangguan said panting.

"Yo! Little rabbits, why don't you run away? Keep running! Hahahaha!" Several black shadows silently surrounded them, blocking all the escape routes of the girls.

"What on earth are you trying to do? There seems to be no enmity between us, right?" Shangguan said loudly, frowning as he guarded the girls behind him.

"Hahahaha! Can I do it to you? Also, in a place like this, no one will come to save you even if you slap your throat." The somewhat gloomy voice from before sounded.

"Third brother! Don't talk nonsense!" The little boss who took the lead frowned. This third child couldn't help but think about that when he saw a beautiful woman. He was simply a walking source of yellow pollution.

"Okay, everyone, hurry up! Don't attract the attention of those high-level officials of the National Scholars Academy! We don't have long!" "Bailong" said, looking at a few helpers.

"Understood! Don't talk to us in that condescending tone!" The black shadow named the third child had a somewhat unfriendly tone.

This guy who called himself Bailong didn't know where he came from, and his tone always had a sense of condescension.