Stunning Thief: The First Useless Firewood in History

Chapter 62

Wan Zufei knelt beside Wan Boss, hugging his body tightly.

This is Uncle Wan who raised him up, and his voice and smile are always in his mind.

In the past, he was the one who told himself to learn to forbear.

He endured it for seven years, but now...

Crystal tears fell on the ground bit by bit.

In the sad atmosphere, Qingcheng's indifferent voice came, "Do you still have time to cry?"

Wan Zufei was unmoved.

"Do you know our son and Mr. Wan..." The subordinates who originally respected Qingcheng all glared at her.

Their son has suffered enough.

How could this man be so cruel?

Ignoring those people's broken mouths, Qingcheng took out the crystal ball in her arms.

He looked into the forest.

"Ow!"

"Ow..."

Then, a loud wolf howl came over.The subordinates were startled, could it be that Qingcheng had already discovered the anomaly over there?

"Wolf?"

"My God! The smell of blood must have attracted the wolves."

"The scariest thing about the Starlight Forest is these wolves. Although they are low-level monsters, they come and go in groups. Every time they fight, they never die!"

Listening to those voices, the hostile subordinates couldn't care less about Qingcheng. Thinking of the legend of the wolves, they were frightened to the ground. The Starlight Timberwolves are synonymous with death.

One, two, five, ten, a group!A dense pack of wolves surrounded them.

Everyone formed a circle in a panic but orderly, "Young Master, Chief Wan has already left. People from the imperial capital suddenly appeared, which is very bad for you. You go first, and we are in the rear!"

Successive accidents made Wan Zufei's subordinates who had finally waited for them flustered.

Now, the young master must not be allowed to confront those people again, let alone die tragically among the wolves without knowing why.

A group of people frantically defended and comforted their master, when an even more inappropriate voice appeared, "Are there still 3000 meters to go to the gold mine?"

"What time is it, you are still thinking about the gold mine, do you want our son to accompany you to die?" the black-faced man roared angrily!
"Accompany?" With a chuckle, Qingcheng walked into the pack of wolves, "The gold mine is mine now, you go."

"Hey! You don't want to die?" Unexpectedly, one sentence drove him into the pack of wolves, and the black-faced man hurriedly reached out to grab Qingcheng.

But he ignored that behind him, a black wolf with shiny hair was staring at him firmly.

"Old Hei, be careful!"

"Hide."

"Ah?" Lao Hei, who was about to bring Qingcheng out, turned his head subconsciously, and saw a bloody mouth, with a hot and humid smell rushing towards his nostrils.

Is he going to die here?
Whoa!

Red blood spilled on Lao Hei's face.

That terrifying wolf head was smashed to pieces by a crystal ball.

"My God, is it fighting spirit?"

"High, high-ranking swordsman."

The gorgeous parabola of the crystal ball stunned all the people present who had never seen Qing Cheng's shot.This fragile young man is actually a high-ranking swordsman!Still such a brutal blow to the head!

Old Hei, whose whole body was numb from fright, just looked at the boy in white clothes, walked lightly in front of him, and gracefully picked up the white crystal ball.

"I heard that monsters have magic cores on their bodies?" The white fingers freely reached into the damaged wolf head and took out a crystal core the size of a bird's egg. The corners of the mouth curled up in satisfaction, "Well, It's mine now."

(End of this chapter)