040 The real thief 2

Just because Yi's body is too agile and the speed is too fast, Qinger chased out with breath••••••

"Give me back the kit. It's my most cherished thing!"

As soon as I squeezed into the crowd, I heard Shen Molan's cold voice, mixed with forbearance.

Yi didn't pay attention to her so-called elder sister at all, but focused his eyes on a young man next to her. He was dressed in a black python robe and stood long, with a shallow cold smile at the corners of his mouth. His dark eyes seemed to be a poisoned sword, cold and gloomy. He had to admit that this was a time. He feels dangerous, but his exquisite facial features can confuse the minds of many girls. This is Prince Nan Zhouling, with an innate noble temperament of a prince.

Such eyebrows seem to have been seen somewhere. Yi has a sense of déjà vu with Nan Zhouling.

They were followed by a lot of guards. At this moment, the beggar teenager was being pulled by the arms of the two guards, and his hair was messy. Although someone pressed his head with his hands, his bright eyes were staring straight at Shen Molan, a very unyielding arrogance••••••

"I didn't steal it!" The teenager's voice is loud, as if he wants to fight against the oppressing magnates in this way.

••••••

"Who else would it be if it weren't you?! Obviously, after you hit me, my kit was lost•••••”

Shen Molan was so angry that she clenched her little fists, and a pair of apricot eyes were about to spit out fire. She determined that the teenager in front of her was the thief.

Yi then glanced at the real thief. He was really a wolf in sheep's clothing. After stealing things, he didn't run away quickly. Instead, he stayed to watch the fun. He was really bold.

"It's not me!"

The teenager's eyes were wider, and his face was red with aggrievedness.

As soon as the words fell, the hostage bodyguard punched the corners of his mouth fiercely, and bright red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. The teenager bit his lips without shouting a word of pain.

"You have all searched my body. Where is the tip you said!"

The teenager was even more resentful and said with his teeth gritted.

"Then you must hand it over to your colleagues. If you don't hand over your things today, you won't leave here. Shen Molan smiled coldly, and she was very satisfied with her smart inference.

••••••

"Ah! Thief•••••••”

"What a bold thief•••••••"

"It's something that dares to steal the right daughter."

"I really don't want to live anymore..."

The onlookers began to chatter restlessly, and the teenager's face turned red. It was just a proud bone that was not afraid of death.

"Okay, Lan'er, take him back to the Ministry of Criminal Justice."

Nan Zhouling, who had been standing next to Shen Molan, seemed a little impatient and said. Leng Li looked at the beggar teenager without any emotion, as if he was not looking at a living person, but a dead body.

Shen Molan took a look at Nan Zhouling and nodded, "That's the only way to do."

As soon as the words fell, the teenager's blood-red eyes stared angrily and struggled desperately, "It's not me. Are you an idiot?"

The teenager seems to have determined his situation and does not give up his desperate struggle at the last moment, roaring••••••

"You••••••••••••I'm impatient to live•••••••" Shen Molan's anger seems to be out of control•••••••

"Why did I rob a beautiful young man in broad daylight?"