Chapter 11 (2/2)

All of a sudden, a bird came and took away her purse.

Of course, this bird is Yu Qingyu. How could he let her leave Baicheng so easily? Her injury is not as heavy as that of the ancient Bluebird.

Qilin looks at the money bag in his hand and doesn't know how to react. Bailuo runs over and says, ”can you give me back the money bag in your hand?”

Yu Qingyu: ”no, no, this is what I gave you. If you dare to return it to her, I will never give it to you again.”

Qilin suddenly carried his hand behind his back, as if he had not seen bailuo, and walked forward calmly

”Ah! Young master, you are holding my purse

Qilin still walked straight ahead as if he had not heard Bai Luo's words

”Brush...” Bailuo drew out his sword to block Qilin's body: ”you don't want to propose a toast. You'd better return your money bag to me.”

After bailuo pulled out his sword, there was a circle of people around him. It has been a custom since ancient times.

”Well, this big brother, I just came here and I don't know what happened? Isn't it convenient for Fang to talk about it? ”

”It seems that the bird of the man in red stole the man's purse in white, and the man pulled out his sword when he begged for it.”

”In this case, it's the man in red, and it's no wonder that they're fighting each other.”

Yu Qingyu watched a large number of monks gathered here, preparing to do things secretly.

”Kirin, I'll fly over to disturb her hair bun. You can take the opportunity to remove her face.”

”Why do you want to do this?”