Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1391
Chapter 1391: Chapter 1378: Don't think that just because you're handsome enough to shake the heavens and make ghosts cry, this young master will forgive you_1 Chapter 1391: Chapter 1378: Don't think that just because you're handsome enough to shake the heavens and make ghosts cry, this young master will forgive you_1 Two adorable pets popped out of the Spirit Beast Pouch, fighting over a big bone in soy sauce.
Their fluffy little heads nudged against each other, neither willing to give in, making them irresistibly cute.
Mu Fan's eyes flickered, feeling like he had seen this scene before, as if it were familiar.
“Clack.”
A faint sound came from the roof tiles of the private room as someone moved a tile and threw down a small iron hook tied to a thin rope, snagging a roast chicken and pulling it up with both hands.
Mu Fan's beautiful eyes showed a hint of surprise.
People dared to dine and dash so blatantly in Liyang City?
With a snap of his fingers, he shot out a blade of sword energy, and without surprise, heard a cry of pain like that of a child.
He didn't hesitate, pushed open the window, and somersaulted onto the eave, standing in front of the little thief who had stolen the chicken.
“You're bullying a child, don't think I'll spare you just because you're so handsome you'd make the heavens weep and gods bow.”
The chicken-stealing little thief, feigning the victim, rubbed his sore hand that had been hit by the sword energy, puffing out his cheeks in anger.
The next second, the sound stopped abruptly.
He stared in shock at Mu Fan's perfectly sculpted side profile, unconsciously swallowing his saliva.
My goodness, this man, oh no, youth, is really so handsome he'd make the heavens weep and gods bow!
Although he was a bona fide young aristocrat, he couldn't help but flutter emotionally, nearly losing himself.
Phew!
It wasn't losing himself, it was being beguiled by him.
His mindset was very firm, and he couldn't forgive him easily for hurting his hand.
“I bullied you?”
Mu Fan raised an eyebrow, glanced at the thin rope in his hand, and pointed out the fact: “If not you, who's the one stealing the roast chicken?”
“How can you possibly finish a table full of dishes by yourself?”
Looking unyielding, the little thief countered: “I'm just being a good person, not wanting you to waste food, helping you to consume some.”
“So, do you think you're in the right?”
Mu Fan's eyes flashed, making sure he wasn't hearing things.
Are children nowadays so arrogant?
“Of course.”
The little thief had a smug look on his face as he sniffed the aroma of the meat, then lowered his head to peek into the private room through the hole in the roof.
Having been caught off guard by Mu Fan's shot to his wrist earlier, his hand shook, and the roast chicken fell down.
He jiggled the thin rope in his hand, planning to continue, completely ignoring the owner of the roast chicken.
“Where do you come from?”
Mu Fan examined him carefully.
A six or seven-year-old boy dressed in fine clothes with a jade pendant hanging from his waist, at first glance, looked like a young aristocrat from a wealthy family.
Yet, with his keen senses, he detected the fluctuations of spiritual energy emanating from him.
“Why should I tell you anything just for taking one of your roast chickens?”
The little thief was completely unapologetic, hooking the chicken back with his hands alternating to pull the rope.
With no one stopping him, he successfully retrieved the roast chicken, didn't even wash his hands, and directly ripped off a chicken leg, taking a big bite, chewing loudly, and enjoying the flavors.
Where did such a brazen chicken thief come from?
Mu Fan's eyes twinkled, a playful smile appearing on his lips as he made a swift move to grab the little thief's collar and tossed him deftly.
“Ah, my roast chicken!”
The little thief, flying through the air in a perfect parabola, wailed as he was thrown into the Duke of Zhen's Mansion.
“Who dares to barge into the Duke of Zhen's Mansion?!”
A dozen Shadow Guards suddenly emerged from the darkness, throwing a large net made of thin ropes to envelop the little thief.
“Humph, just with a net, you think you can catch me?”
The little thief did a agile flip in mid-air and landed with a swift spin, slipping out of the net like a slippery eel, then took off running.
Chapter end
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