Chapter 511 (1/2)

”Stealing saint! Can you be quiet! Nothing to talk to myself all day long, crackling! Can't you save some energy? ”

A loud voice, like a flood bell, broke through the silent dungeon and spread rapidly from afar.

The direction of the sound was discerned by the clear night, a hundred meters away from the dungeon.

She closed her eyes and quickly constructed a map of the direction of the sound in her mind.

There, it should be the dungeon guard's resting place.

Wait for wait!

The night clear falls suddenly opens the eye, the eyeground passes a trace of surprise.

Did she hear right?

The guard called ”stealing saint”?!

Is it the robber saint who fell in the castle of death ten years ago?

From then on, it disappeared in the first ten years of the legend of stealing into the world of nirvana.

Many people say that the robber died in the castle of death.

The fall of the robber Saint also made the castle famous.

Old man dobby An old man who looks very unreliable It's a thief?

”I've been locked up by you for several years. I'm not allowed to move or talk. You think I'm a dead man!” The old man gave a cruel, loud voice, and roared back.

Xu's throat is dry all the year round. His voice is very harsh.

There was no sound from the guard.

Obviously, I'm used to the old man's character.

Night Qingluo was shocked to scalp numbness.

She dug her ears and gazed at the old man with half squint eyes.

This old man's character, how to feel a sense of inexplicable familiarity.

After the old man roared, he coughed violently for several times. The twinkling eyes were staring at the night and said, ”little girl, your eyes are...”

”Are you a thief?” Night Qingluo interrupts the old man's words and turns back to the old man again.