Chapter 1207

At the door of the storeroom, there were also two brave and high-ranking guards.

As soon as the tree moved, it was held by the ink lotus and fixed against the wall.

All the people, big and small, stood still against the wall, looking at a middle-aged man in a royal robe, with some fat body, passing by them.

The middle-aged man coughed and felt some coolness in his neck. He turned around and looked.

There is nothing in the corridor on the third floor. Two guards are guarding the stairway. It's impossible to put a fly on it!

"Today, Qiao Lin, our treasure house, looks at the mysterious skills of the kung fu. The useful ones are put into the talismans, and the useless ones are put aside for the time being.

The little monk silently recited Amitabha. He wandered around the grain storage in the corner and industriously received a bag of grain into the storage talisman.

Looking at these three little guys, arbor couldn't help laughing.

Mo Lian came close to her and whispered, "this robbery is obviously handed down from home."

Duan Yue turned around in the storage room, searched for some things, and then came over. "Pick it up."

"Don't waste the rest of it. Although it's all rags, take it home and send some to the family." Arbor points to the left Xuanqi and danyao of the skill, waving his hands.

She couldn't see these rags, so she took away about five million black coins, and there was nothing else.

Duan Yue waved, "Duan's family is rich and doesn't need these. Take them all. "

Cut, he just didn't want to take things back for Duan's family. Duan's fools, even if they are broke, don't deserve it.

Arbor knew that he and Duan had a heart to heart relationship. He looked at him and said nothing. He pulled the hand of Ramulus and said, "take these away."

Anyway, there are many people in the dark night Pavilion, and there are not too few things.

Mo Lian nodded, took out a new talisman, and searched for the rest.

He chose some forging materials that were a little rare, and nothing else.

The tree tilted its little head, and thought of something, took a brocade bag from the inner boundary and handed it to Mo Lian, "lotus, this is for you. I snatched it from Sikong Poria."

Ink lotus took the brocade bag's hand slightly, the corner of the mouth several can't be seen to smoke, asked, "do you really know, Sikong Poria?"