The Empress's Reincarnation PK Enchanting Emperor: The Evil and Cold Fourth Prince
Bingying is precisely the queen of thieves, a teenage special agent and master thief! The show is on!
After being cooped up in a stone room for several months, she had an attack of occupational disease!
My hands are itching!
"Consider yourself unlucky! Actually, what I stole wasn't treasure, but loneliness."
In the darkness, Yinyu smiled quietly and elegantly.
She immediately tore her clothes, disheveled her hair, smeared mud on her face and body, and in the blink of an eye, the elegant beauty turned into a dirty little beggar...
A little beggar picked up a branch and pretended to be a reckless intruder into the broken temple...
Flickering flames leaped up and died down...
What piercing eyes!
Those dark eyes contained a destructive glow!
This is a young man, with delicate features like carved jade, but filled with tough and domineering lines. His eyes are as black as ink, his skin is as white as jade, exuding a double aura of coolness and evil charm...
That cold face is like a thousand-year-old frozen jade...
Exuding a chill that pierces to the bone, without a hint of warmth, as if from the depths of hell...
The man sat silently on the stone bench, lost in thought, his deep purple long gown seemed to blend with the dark clouds at dusk, as if he wanted to merge with the darkness.
Next to him sat a thin, black-clad old man, fiddling with the crackling fire...
The relationship between the two is like master and servant.
Suddenly, a strange and eerie singing voice came from outside...
A tattered and dirty little beggar stumbled in, humming a strange tune.
"Who?"
The old man in black was slightly startled. His withered hands, like dry wood, secretly moved towards his waist...
"What? How is it you two? Who are you? How did you barge into my home? Where's Xiao Dezi? That deadbeat kid probably snuck into someone else's kitchen to steal meat again." The little beggar pretended to be surprised, looking at the two of them, then immediately started busying himself.
Her "busyness" is just searching everywhere...
The old man in black robes asked cautiously: "Little beggar, what are you looking for?"
"I won't tell you! Hmph! Do you think I'll let you steal my money?"