Chapter 77： little beggar

The first to attack was a little beggar. Taking advantage of Su Zixuan not paying attention, he deliberately bumped into Su Zixuan and took the opportunity to steal the purse.

He thought that no one knew about it, that no one knew about it, so he curled the corners of his lips triumphantly, and slipped away very fast.

With her small body, she was like a slippery catfish among the crowd, slipping through the cracks of people, and soon slipped into a secluded alley.

He stopped in the alley, swung his purse, hummed a little tune, shook his head, and was extremely flustered.

Just as he was about to open the purse and count the harvest, there were a few crisp birdsong above his head, followed by a playful smile from behind.

"You run very fast, your hands and feet are very nimble, you seem to be an old hand."

"who?"

The little beggar was so frightened that her scalp went numb, she turned around suddenly, and looked at the petite figure walking towards her.

"For the sake of your young age, return the purse. I don't care about you, and I won't report to the government."

Su Qingluo walked slowly towards the warm sunshine with his hands behind his back like a little adult, his playful eyes fixed on the frightened little beggar.

"It's up to you, if you want to grab it."

The little beggar took a look, she was a little girl younger than herself, she didn't pay attention to her at all, she ran away, and rushed out of the alley.

He was begging in Mingshui County and stayed for several months. He was very familiar with the streets and alleys in the county.

He thought he was too clever to imagine that a small kingfisher was stalking overhead.

And the little girl he looked down upon was standing on the spire of the three-story restaurant with the best view in the county seat, playing comfortably with a bamboo flute, with a playful smile, admiring him walking around the main roads like a headless girl. Flies generally turn around.

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At the same time, Su Zixuan and Wang Meng were waiting under a big willow tree beside the river in annoyance, staring at each other, extremely depressed.

Su Zixuan is good at literature and not good at martial arts, but he is good at simple riding and shooting. When encountering life and death fights, his combat value is zero.

Wang Meng was born with supernatural power, a pair of meteor hammers weighed more than a thousand catties, and their force value was super high.

However, the time of practicing martial arts is short, and the internal strength is not good enough, and it can't reach the level of flying over eaves and walls, and tracking thousands of miles, so it can't help.

Realizing that the purse was stolen, the two younger brothers stared at each other, helpless, and could only wait under the big willow tree aggrieved, waiting for the good news from their sister.

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The little beggar didn't remember how many times he turned around in the alley, but he only knew that as soon as he stopped, a little kingfisher would sing crisply around his head, and then the little girl would suddenly appear in the in front of him.

He was so frightened that his scalp was numb, his legs and feet were so weak, he hid around, and almost vomited blood.

Ever since he wandered around with his godfather and practiced the art of stealing, from north to south, relying on his legs and feet, he ran fast and stole all over the place without ever failing.

Who would have thought that in an unremarkable small county town, the boat would capsize in the gutter and meet a difficult little girl.

If I knew I wouldn't steal her brother's purse, I'm so unlucky, I'm almost tired and vomiting blood.

The little beggar complained cursingly, ran under a bridge hole, and collapsed on his back.

He was so tired that he was about to collapse, and he really didn't have any strength left.

"Chirp."

The crisp sound of birdsong followed, and the little kingfisher hovered in the bridge hole, looking at him curiously with its black eyes.

It is very interested in this little beggar.

Knowing that you can't escape, but still keep wandering around stupidly, is your brain muddled, muddled?

"Cough cough."

Sensitively aware of being despised by a bird, the little beggar vomited so badly that she simply closed her eyes and pretended to be dead.