Chapter 829 The thief in the King Xiao’s Mansion

The white-faced big head frowned and suddenly poured all the wine in the wine pot to the ground. He handed the remaining chicken feet to the man in gray.

The middle-aged man in gray was a little absent-minded and looked a little panicked. He seemed not to see the chicken feet in front of him and said tremblingly: "Brother, do you think it's a little strange?"

The white-faced big head smiled: "I'm a little strange. Third, you don't even eat chicken feet."

The middle-aged man in gray did not smile, and his face became ugly: "Brother, have you... noticed something?"

The white-faced big head looked at the man in gray and frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

The middle-aged man in gray said, "My second brother has been there for so long. According to principles, there will be two situations."

The white-faced big head said lightly: "What are the two situations?"

The middle-aged man in gray said seriously: "In one situation, we will hear the woman's shouting or crying for help. Another situation is that before she shouted, she was clicked down by her second brother and would not make any sound. Of course... we would not hear the whimper... But until now, the mysterious whimper was still ringing, and the middle had never stopped..."

The man in gray said it very long-winded, but his meaning was expressed very clearly.

The face of the white-faced and big-headed man gradually changed, and thin beads of sweat oozed out from his white forehead. The beads of sweat were shining by the bright flames.

The whine still remains.

The crying of this woman, in the dark forest, was creepy and felt a sense of crying.

A gust of wind came, and the flames burst, and the surroundings were also light and dark. Somehow, the white-faced and big head suddenly felt the cold, the cold that was so cold that it was so cold that it was so cold! At this time, another thing proved that the situation was not good. The thin man and the young man in black just left, and there was no news.

The man in gray had a pale face and suddenly said tremblingly: "Is there a ghost in this woods...?"

The white-faced big head stood up suddenly, he clenched his fists and said fiercely, "Even if there is a ghost, I will know her for a while. If I don't give her some color, she doesn't know how powerful our brothers are." As he said, he suddenly picked up the wine pot on the ground and poured it into his mouth. The wine pot was already empty, and there was no drop of wine. The white-faced big head threw the wine pot and shouted, "Let's go!" His words were obviously said to the man in gray.

The man in gray hesitated for a moment and finally followed.

The white-faced, big head and the man in gray wade through the weeds deep at waists and touched them forward.

In front, the mysterious whimper suddenly stopped. There was a silence all over the place, only the rustling sound of the wind blowing the leaves. The white-faced and big-headed heart pounded.

The white-faced big head suddenly heard a sound, not the rustling sound of the wind blowing the leaves, nor the sound of his heartbeat, but the sound of a man falling to the ground. The sound was very subtle, but it sounded particularly clear in the quiet night.

The white-faced and big head is the boss of this group and his martial arts skills are the best. His eyes flashed, and suddenly his toes were pointed at the ground, flipped backwards in the air, and then used the ultimate light skills of swallow three-screw water.

When the white-faced and big-headed rushed over, they found that the man in gray fell to the ground.

"Three, the third brother!" Baifang Big Head leaned down and was about to help the man in gray. At this time, a sudden sound came from behind him. He turned around in surprise, and then involuntarily took three or four steps back. Baifang Big Head was not yet firmly standing, and the mysterious whimpering sounded beside him.

The white-faced, big-headed, eyes widened, and his breathing suddenly paused, and then he fell down straight. Obviously, he was scared to death!

The exotic Xiao Wang Mansion is located in a secluded place. The royal mansion is not as big as people imagine. It is surrounded by flowers and willows, and the architecture is majestic. It is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, without any discordant sounds. During the day, it is also as quiet as a valley.

King Xiao was born with a quiet heart, with gold, silver, jewelry, and makeup. He didn't dare to be interested, but he had a special liking for calligraphy, painting, poetry and lyrics. He was easy-going and rarely got angry in front of others. He was no exception in front of maids and servants. Those who first met him often regarded him as a teacher.

King Xiao rarely loses his temper, but today is an exception.

King Xiao sat on the chair with a blue face. On the ground was a tea bowl with a blue gold edge that was smashed to pieces. The tea bowl was broken, and the tea water inside sprinkled all over the floor. A little maid of fifteen or sixteen squatted on the ground and carefully picked up broken pieces of porcelain. Her white face was also so scared that she was also white. This was the first time she had seen King Xiao get such a big temper since she entered King Xiao’s mansion.

King Xiao sat upright on the chair of the Grand Master. On both sides of the hall, people were soon full of people. Everyone stood with their hands down, not even breathing. For a moment, the huge King Xiao’s mansion was as quiet as a tomb.

Suddenly, a person hurriedly came from the hall. The man was about fifty years old, his gray beard was neatly decorated, his face was like a bun just out of the cage, and his shining eyes looked like a big boss in business. This person was not a big boss, but the second housekeeper of the King Xiao’s mansion.

The second butler quickly walked to King Xiao and bowed and said, "The butler is back after chasing the thieves."

King Xiao stood up and said hurriedly: "Call him in."

The second housekeeper Zhaofei said "yes" and turned around and walked out.

He didn't have much skill, so a person came in outside the hall. The man was wearing a purple cloak and a pair of thin-soled tiger-toe boots. He looked dark and in his thirties. Although he was not old, he was walking on a tiger and walking in a dragon, looking out for power. Who would have thought that the chief manager of the King Xiao's Mansion was actually a young man.

King Xiao glanced at the chief manager and his heart sank instantly. The chief manager who used to be majestic is now in a mess. His tiger-toe boots are cracked, his purple cloak is broken, his left arm is injured, and his blood is not dry yet.

It was not his luck that Yan Ling could become the chief manager of the King Xiao’s Mansion. His martial arts were definitely first-class. With Yan Ling’s martial arts, it would be effortless to deal with a few thieves.

King Xiao never dreamed that the chief manager in his house was no match for a few bandits in the world.

King Xiao had a gloomy face and said coldly: "Are you injured?"

Yan Ling lowered his head and sighed: "Yes."

King Xiao’s gloomy face seemed to drip into water: “With your martial arts, you shouldn’t have been defeated by a few little thieves.”

Yan Ling still lowered her head: "Yes."

King Xiao said coldly: "Where are those thieves?"

Yan Ling bit her lip: "Everything... is dead!"

King Xiao was surprised and his eyes lit up: "If you kill them, what about that...what is that thing?"

Yan Ling's head hung lower, and the sound of her speech seemed to be a mosquito in autumn humming: "The five thieves are all dead...but I didn't kill...that thing...is gone..."

King Xiao’s happy hope was like colorful soap bubbles, and it was instantly shattered.
Chapter completed!