The Cold-Blooded and Cruel Fourth Prince 10

  Night. Quietly eerie...

  The air is hot and stifling, with the annoying hum of cicadas coming from outside... But inside the broken temple, it's quiet, only hearing the crackling sound of flames.

  Quiet.

  Extreme quietness.

  At this time, the little beggar secretly glanced at the evil and charming man, with a sharp and handsome face that was oppressive, his eyebrows flew into his temples, his nose was high and straight, and his overbearing and noble aura was fully revealed, but his cold expression seemed like an iceberg...

  The little beggar had a kind of thrilling palpitation.

  She had seen all sorts of excellent and handsome men with confidence, but never had a man with such a strong aura!

  Cold, demonic, and noble aura that's overwhelming!

  Even if he just sat there in contemplation, lazy as if even his eyelids were too lazy to lift.

  Who is he?

  Could it be the legendary Shen Suiyun, the elegant swordsman of the capital city? The one who is as famous as Qingxuan, the number one songstress in the world, known for his carefree and elegant demeanor, with exceptional martial arts skills, a renowned figure in the capital city? Today, all day long, Xiao Qigai wandered around the streets, hearing the most about the legend of Shen Suiyun, the elegant swordsman, and Qingxuan, the number one songstress.

  The little beggar is somewhat regretful!

  She gently patted her own bosom, where a small package had secretly been slipped in when she pretended to touch his long gown. Stealing the treasure of such an exceptionally handsome guy, wouldn't that be a bit cruel?

  A fleeting regret!

  The little beggar must be loyal to his professional principles: once the goal is determined, he absolutely cannot miss it!

  Got it, let's get out of here!

  "Oh no! My stomach hurts, it must be the congee I had for lunch that's causing trouble! Going to the outhouse!" The little beggar covered his own belly and pretended to have an emergency, hastily running out of the broken temple.

  The demonic man remained still as ever.

  The old man in black clothes opened his pitch-black eyes, took a glance, and soon closed them again to meditate.

  Great acting!

  The skillful hands have not retreated in the slightest!

  Her figure was as light as a feather, like a cat running wildly in the wilderness...

  She once again proved her strength as a teenage spy and thief!

  The sky has darkened, she should also return to the city.

  "Whoosh!"

  Suddenly, a flash of light flashed by! Soon, it quickly and mysteriously disappeared...