Stunning Thief: The First Useless Firewood in History

Chapter 883 Master Tumi's Body

On this endless wasteland, Qingcheng and Xiaofengche walked for ten days without seeing another person.

If it hadn't been confirmed before that this is the Nebula Continent, Qingcheng would have suspected that she had gone to a deserted island.

"Why is this place so desolate?"

Little Fengche shrugged his shoulders, "Busy preparing for the wedding of their temple young master."

"wedding?"

"What wedding?"

"Didn't you come here because you wanted to attend the wedding?"

"So, you're here for the wedding?"

"Ah!"

Little Fengche glanced at Qingcheng noblely and coldly, "Master, am I that boring?"

"Could it be that you are here to grab a marriage? It shouldn't be. Although you are old enough, your body is only a ten-year-old child..." Qingcheng understood, and then her voice was full of confusion.

"What's on your mind!"

The proud little expression was broken, and the little windmill had a speechless expression.

What is this man thinking.

He usually looks very smart, why is he so stupid sometimes.

"Could it be that you have taken a fancy to someone else's groom?"

Little Windmill, "..."

Can you still have a good chat!

"or……"

"Shut up! Master, I came to strangle the bride to death. My brother was kidnapped without my knowledge. I must kill that little fairy." Little Fengche pretended to be fierce, pinched Holding his small fist, he glared at Qingcheng.

Shivering in a red dress, like a ball of flames!
The whole body exudes a violent low air pressure.

"Aren't you afraid of being spanked by your brother?"

"..."

Little Fengche's face was flushed red, and in the end he dropped three words in a vicious voice, "Let's break up the relationship!"

"Tsk, we're not friends. It's not time to break up." Qingcheng pinched Xiao Fengche's face. Anyway, he was only ten years old, so there was no pressure in pinching.

"..." Little Fengche's face was still so ruddy and healthy, like a little overripe apple. If he was angry before, he is now annoyed, "Let's fight."

"Without the little windmill, you don't seem to be my opponent."

"..."

Why every time I want to fight with her, the windmill will run into her hands! ! !

It is obviously his natal weapon, why can it always be stolen.

"When it comes to other people's chassis, you have to be more obedient. Now, your little windmill is in my hands." Qingcheng is here to recognize relatives, if this little Zhengtai is allowed to make trouble.

It's always bad, isn't it?

So it's better for this person to look at himself.

"Hey!!! Why are you so unreasonable?"

Little Fengche was dumbfounded, and then he found out that Qingcheng really took away his windmill.

The most frightening thing is that no matter how he summons it, his natal weapon seems to be out of contact. How can that be?

"Let's go, let me take you to the wedding."

Qingcheng touched the head of the little windmill in satisfaction, her gold and silver house is naturally a good thing to isolate everything.

If it hadn't absorbed too much power, according to Tumi 007, it could even contain all living things.

As for how Qingcheng knew?
Remember the star coin that she inexplicably disappeared before?
All of them were stolen and secreted by that robot who wanted his body crazily. If Qingcheng hadn't become extra careful after making money by selling piano art, he would have been cheated by this bad robot.

"After such a long time, is your body ready for use, eh?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)