If all his treasures were taken away, wouldn't he be half dead? !
Fu Yanting on the side had the same thought and took out the aphrodisiac incense he had used before, ready to make the people in the room faint.
Chu Chenyin stopped him, took out the tranquilizer gun from his arsenal, aimed it at Lu Xiangshen's neck and shot.
Mr. Lu quickly covered his neck with his hands, closed his eyes and passed out after a few seconds.
A sufficiently dosed tranquilizer gun is a hundred times more powerful than old-fashioned drugs.
Chu Chenyin opened the door and prepared to go in.
Fu Yanting stretched out his hand to block her behind him, "Wait, let me go in and take a look first."
Chu Chenyin stopped and said, "Don't worry, my anesthetic can stun a bear. He won't wake up for a while. Even if you hit him with a stone, he may not wake up."
Fu Yanting walked to Lu Xiangshen with a long sword in his arms, looked around, picked up a vase beside him and smashed it hard on Lu Xiangshen's head.
The country gentleman fell to the ground without moving, as if he were dead.
Only then did Fu Yanting let Chu Chenyin in.
Chu Chenyin was originally worried that Fu Yanting was too reckless, but when she saw the blood on Lu Xiangshen's forehead, she realized that Fu Yanting was going to beat her to death.
Serves him right! Who told him to be so mean just now?
She stepped over the country gentleman, came to the bed, looked at the pile of gold, and found that the entire bed was made of gold.
This shows how much he fears his things will be stolen. He feels safe only when he puts gold under his head every day.
Chu Chenyin placed his hand on the bed and prepared to bring the gold and the bed into the space.
However, just as her hand touched the gold.
The local gentleman who had fallen to the ground suddenly stood up. He lowered his head, half squinted his eyes, and pointed at them, staggering, "Who are you? How dare you steal my gold? I will beat you to death!"
After saying that, he raised his foot and rushed towards Chu Chenyin and the others.
Chu Chenyin's eyes darkened, and he raised his foot and kicked him in the chest.
The country gentleman fell backwards three or four meters, spitting out blood from his mouth.
He fell to the ground, not feeling any pain, still pointing at the gold in her hand and muttering: "Don't touch my gold, don't touch my heart... Let go... Let go..." This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)
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