Feng Jiu clapped her hands with narrowed eyes and smiled, then walked forward leisurely: "Have you forgotten what I do? Why would you need to do anything for such a small matter?"
The old man's mouth twitched, and he muttered quietly: "How could I forget? You are just a robber."
Zhuo Junyue looked at this scene and raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a smile. He glanced at Fengjiu and followed her.
The people lying on the ground fainted one by one. Fengjiu did not kill them, but just looted everything from their bodies. At the end, she was still looking through her spoils.
"Tsk tsk, these people's collections have everything. It seems they have robbed others a lot. With such limited skills, how can they get along so well here?" She shook her head and murmured softly, putting away all the things.
When the old man saw her putting the things away, he glared at her and asked, "Don't you want to give us some? Are you just going to keep it all for yourself?"
"Ah? You want it? I thought you were the Taishan of the Immortal Sect, and you should not bother to take these things. If this matter gets out, won't it ruin your reputation?"
Hearing this, the old man snorted, “I don’t care!”
"I don't care, but who was the one who tried to stop me? You didn't even move a finger, but..." She turned her eyes and smiled at Zhuo Junyue, and patted him on the shoulder: "He should have a share."
"You, you are biased!" The old man felt a little aggrieved. He couldn't understand why he, who was so popular, was so unwelcome by her
"What's the eccentricity? The LaCrosse has been helping me collect these people's treasures.""Put away those Qiankun bags and space rings, and save your future wife," said Zhuo, a beaten-up opponent, smiling and squinting.
Hearing this, Zhuo Junyue's mouth twitched and he handed the thing in his hand forward: "No need, you keep it!"
"Keep collecting, follow me and you'll have meat to eat." She patted his shoulder and said this heroically. Her behavior did not have the delicate and gentle manner of a woman, but only the hearty, boldness and casualness of a man.
The old man felt sour when he saw this. He tugged at his beard, feeling the pain. He said to Zhuo Junyue in a bad mood, "You still don't believe me when I say you are a blockhead? You don't even know how to accept something that was delivered to your door. Haven't you heard that it's better to refuse something if you don't want it?"
Zhuo Junyue glanced at the old man speechlessly, then put the things away and said to Fengjiu, "Thank you."
"What are you thanking me for? Let's go! There are treasures inside."
She said this with a smile, and when she passed by a fainted person, she raised her foot and stepped on the man's hand. The hand that was quietly holding the knife loosened because of the pain, and there was a faint sound of a broken bone, but the man endured it and didn't make any sound.
The old man and Zhuo Junyue saw this scene without saying much. The three of them walked forward as if they were taking a stroll in their own back garden. Perhaps because of the spoils, they smiled a little more even in this hot temperature.
Not far after the three of them left, the man who had been stepped on earlier sat up with a look of shock. He and another man were the strongest among these people. Although the drugs made them unconscious for a while, they woke up quickly.