Chapter 827

Many people opened happily, but within two days, before the money was earned, they were robbed and stolen. Everything in the room was cleaned up, and their eyes were blinded by tears.

A group of people who suffered heavy losses immediately found the house of monsoon smoke, crying for justice.

Ji Fengyan: "..."

Ling he stood aside, looked, knelt down, wept, sniveled, looked at the sombre monsoon smoke, and took a deep breath.

"In the past, only the people of the red blood brigade were able to open the shops in the city. Here, they are the eldest ones. No one dares to provoke them and even dare to attack their shops. But now, the shops are open to the public, and most of the people who open them are not worth much force, so..." Linghe opens his mouth gently.

Most of the wanted people are easygoing and hard-working, and the more powerful they are, the more disdainful they are to do something to support their families. Most of the people who set up shops in the city are desperate craftsmen who are compared by their enemies. They have skills, but they don't have enough fighting power to protect their property. This is why they have been ransacked by some hostile people.

This situation is understandable in Xiaoyao valley. After all, most people here are not good people.

But

Ling he looked at Ji Fengyan's face, silently wiped his tears for those stupid idiots, and then looked at the group of people who complained: "have you ever seen the appearance of those people?"

A group of people shook their heads.

Those who steal are all taking advantage of the quiet time of the night, and those who openly rob are not fools. When robbing, they are covered in the face, so that none of them can know what the other side looks like.

Ling He also has a headache. I don't know who did it. It's really hard to do.

But

Monsoon smoke suddenly stood up from the chair, she waved to Ling He and said: "go to the city, all to me to the square."

Linghe is slightly stunned and immediately takes command.

In the square of Fuguang City, the giant magic soldier activated by the monsoon smoke is still standing there. It occasionally looks at the people passing by.

After the monsoon smoke came to the square, a few minutes later, the residents of Fuguang city were summoned. A group of robbed masters were all standing beside the monsoon smoke, with sad faces.

The residents who had been summoned murmured in groups, some wondering what the monsoon smoke was calling them for.

Meng Fusheng also hurried to come here. Seeing Ji Fengyan's battle, he couldn't help being curious.

"This is What's the matter? "

The monsoon smoke didn't open its mouth, but Ling he said all the things happened today. Meng Fusheng's expression of "sure is so" after hearing it, obviously he was used to the situation in the city of Fuguang.

"It's also a matter of no way. It's difficult for ordinary people to open shops in the city of Fuguang. People here are not good at fault. It's not easy to find out who did it without knowing the appearance of each other." Meng Fusheng carefully opened his mouth, but he could not help looking at the monsoon smoke.

He admits that monsoon smoke is strong and mysterious, but

It's not as simple as you think to govern a city that is full of crimes.

He would like to see how to deal with these tough problems in the city of Fuguang and how to suppress these evil spirits.