“Ah! Okay! Dig slowly by yourself! If you don’t find anything, hurry back to your Lifeng Fortress!” Lan Ling’er shook her head, thinking him foolish. Following the direction Sha Da pointed, she made her way toward Lifeng Fortress.
Lan Ling’er slapped him. “Shut your crow’s mouth! Joyer is still in neither human nor ghost’s hands; how could I die? Besides, in a bandits’ den, even if that person is a god, they won’t expect me here. Haha! I’m getting smarter!”
“Stop!” Two young bandits outside the mountain fortress blocked her. “Little cat, little dog, King of Hell!”
“Big cat, big dog, Liu Lifeng!” Who wrote this dialogue? It’s terrible!
“Please!” One bandit opened the door, and Lan Ling’er walked in slowly.
“Bang!” The door closed heavily.
“Are you crazy! Trying to scare people!” Lan Ling’er patted her chest. She felt really unlucky after being scared three times in a day.
“Who goes there? Report your name!” someone stopped her.
“A group of mental patients! Didn’t you say your boss wants to see me? Why are you asking me anything?” If it weren’t for the crowd, she would have given him a “wild leg sweep.”
“Let her in!” A cold voice drifted over.
The bandits lowered the stick blocking her and said, “Miss, please!”
“Thanks!”
Really, a group of mental death gods always coming to find trouble with her is annoying.
“Are you the woman Sha Da spoke of?” Liu Lifeng stared at Lan Ling’er. She looked delicate and beautiful—how could she rob him as Sha Da said?
“You! How dare you, dog-king! Don’t you know about robbing the rich to help the poor? Bullying a weak woman like me! If this spreads, I’ll see how you can continue in Feng Mountain Stronghold! Just a little threat isn’t too much, right? How can I let others do as they please?”
“You make a lot of sense! But how can I trust that you won’t tell others about Stupid Big?” He didn’t want to kill anyone; robbing the rich to help the poor was his principle. How could he bully a woman?
