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Chapter 77: Let go of the fat...thin guy

"That's not necessarily true. There are a lot of rumors about you in Qiandu City."

"The two purple Davidia trees in front of the Yangcheng Hou Mansion, the gold-threaded clothes given to Duke Ding by the Emperor, and the calligraphy and paintings of Duke Jia, add up to hundreds of thousands of taels."

"Since you have the guts to steal these, you also have the guts to steal the Map of Mountains and Rivers!"

"Ah???" Lu Ji was completely stunned.

He had heard the rumor that he had stolen the "Shanhe Sheji Tu", but where did he start talking about the two purple Davidia trees in front of the Yangcheng Hou Mansion?

Trees like Davidia involucrata are indeed valuable and ordinary people cannot afford to raise them.

But...it's just a matter of stealing things from the Marquis Mansion, why don't you have to pull up a tree overnight and take them away?

Are you really thinking that Marquis Yangcheng is stupid?

He was a Marquis who had just fought his way out of the battlefield, and he had no idea how many lives he had on his hands!

Where did you get the courage?

There is also the gold-threaded garment given to Duke Dingguo by the emperor. Since it is a gift from the emperor, Duke Dingguo must wear it with him.

So who is Duke Ding? He is the only one who has been granted the title of Duke for his military exploits! The other Dukes have more or less connections with the royal family, or they are hereditary, but this one is the only one who is really killed from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. from.

Stealing such a person's intimate clothing?

How can I be so courageous? I am risking my life!

There are also Jia Gong’s calligraphy and paintings, emmmmm, to be honest, the risk is not that big.

He had heard of Jia Pingsheng's name. Although his literary name was resounding, he was not a martial artist. To steal things from his mansion, the risk factor was relatively small.

If Lu Ji really went to Qiandu City, he might actually go to Jia's mansion.

But unfortunately, he has never been there!

What's this?

This is a complete frame-up!

In the past, he was the gentleman who framed and framed others. How had he ever suffered such a loss?

"Sir, I, the Yangzhou Thief Saint, am also a reputable figure on the road. Although I am engaged in theft, I have never lied."

"I swear on my head, I really didn't steal these things!"

"If you violate this oath, you will be struck by five thunderbolts from heaven, or you will die a happy death!" Lu Ji was so anxious that he almost cried.

People in this era still have a lot of respect for ghosts and gods. They can swear, but it is rare to swear with five thunders from the sky and have to die. It has a certain degree of credibility.

Unfortunately, Ji Ling turned a deaf ear.

Just kidding, the order I received was to see people alive and their bodies after death.

If I let you go now, I will be the one who dies!

So no matter what Lu Ji said, Ji Ling remained unmoved. Finally, he got tired of hearing it and just stepped forward and punched him unconscious.

Then he shook the sack on his shoulder, picked it up and left.

Even with one person on his back, the speed at which his figure rises and falls is still far faster than Lu Ji's speed when he uses all his strength to perform the Star-Chasing and Moon-Chasing Movement.

Such strength is evident!



In the dark secret room, the water in the pot was boiling and the noodles were tumbling.

A thin man with disheveled hair was experimenting with cooked noodles. Not far away, there were various iron cans, and inside the cans were various marinated meats.

This person is none other than the imperial chef Zhang Huaimin.

These days, he was haggard and tortured by the male and female saints. He quickly lost weight from 200 kilograms to 140 kilograms. Within seven days, he lost more than 60 kilograms.

This is really... not to mention, the weight loss effect is pretty good.

But this is not what Zhang Huaimin wants, he just wants to go home!

He missed the big bed at home so much, and wanted to sleep peacefully without having to worry about being intimidated by the two male and female saints.

However, these are all extravagant hopes.

In this dark secret room, the only things he had access to were noodles, noodles and... noodles, oh, and canned food.

But this is better than nothing. Every day when he sleeps now, he dreams of a noodle man slashing him with a knife.

While chopping it, I asked myself why it was fried, boiled, fried, and subjected to all kinds of torture.

What could Zhang Huaimin say? He could only beg for mercy and say that he would dare to do it next time.

Then I continued to dream and continued to be chopped.

But... today is an exciting day!

Because he was about to research the instant noodles mentioned by the great sage!

Soon, soon!

He has experimented with more than a dozen cooking methods such as steaming, frying, boiling, and deep-frying, and finally wants to make it!

Zhang Huaimin carefully took the noodles out of the oil pan. After drying for half a quarter of an hour, the noodles had really hardened!

After waiting for the oil to cool down, he put the noodles into the boiling water again. Something magical happened, the noodles became soft again!

Add some seasonings and take it out to taste.

Tsk tsk!

It’s quite delicious!

"It's out! It's out! The research is out!" Zhang Huaimin trembled all over, cried with joy, and wailed hysterically.

Such earth-shattering wails were soon heard by the male and female saints, and within a moment, two sturdy men in black walked in.

"Has the research been completed?" Zhu Ben stepped forward and asked.

"The research is out! It's absolutely true!"

"If I find out that you lied to me, you know the consequences!"

"Sir, don't worry, it's definitely the kind of instant noodles the Great Sage said!"

"Do you think you can let me go?" Zhang Huaimin asked cautiously.

Zhu Ben and Jia Taisui looked at each other, nodded calmly, and then said: "Don't worry, you write down the formula first, and then send it to the Great Sage. If the Great Sage says it's okay, you can leave.

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After hearing this, Zhang Huaimin breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, fortunately, these kidnappers still have a bottom line.

Keep your word and let him go once the research is done.

After the male and female saints left, Zhang Huaimin began to wait anxiously.

He desperately wanted to hear the news about letting him go.

However, after waiting and waiting for a full hour, the male and female saints came back.

The Great Sage looked at him and said angrily: "You did a good job. The Great Sage is very satisfied."

"Then can I leave?" Zhang Huaimin's desire for freedom was about to escape.

"Of course, we will send you to hell right now!" Zhu Ben stepped forward with a sinister smile on his face.

Hearing this, Zhang Huaimin was completely dumbfounded and froze on the spot, unable to imagine that his persistence for seven days would lead to such a result: "You...you don't keep your word."

"Nonsense, have you ever seen a kidnapper who was trustworthy? We can all say good things, but if you really believe it, it's your fault!"

As Zhu Ben came closer and closer, Zhang Huaimin stayed where he was, motionless, as if he smelled the breath of death.

However, what he was waiting for was not Zhu Ben's killing blow, but a violent shout!

"Let go of that fat... uh, skinny guy!" A masked man in white clothes, with a majestic appearance and a savior-like appearance, kicked the door of the secret room away and rushed in.

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