It was an old man with gray hair sitting on the ground with disheveled hair.

A pair of beady eyes stared at Ling Tian.

Ling Tian didn't expect anyone to be on the third floor, so he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, mainly because the old man's beady eyes were so funny.

"Old man..."

After all, it was someone else's house. Ling Tian suppressed the corners of his mouth that kept rising.

Speak politely.

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, the old man suddenly stood up.

"You little thief, please accept your fate!"

The old man shouted and rushed to Ling Tian.

The sudden increase in momentum caused the bookshelf to tilt around, and the two nearby windows collapsed and flew out.

The old man took out a mallet from nowhere, rounded it and smashed it towards Ling Tian's head.

How could Ling Tian sit still and wait for death?

When he reached out with his hand, the green blood sword fell into his hand.

Without saying anything, he immediately slashed out with a sword light.

Zheng!

A buzzing sound started.

The old man took three steps back in succession, his beady eyes flashing brightly.

"No wonder you dare to steal into my house, you little thief really has some skills!"

"Take my stick again!"

Without even giving Ling Tian a chance to explain, the old man charged forward menacingly again.

The mallet in his hand was swung vigorously.

Ling Tian had no choice but to face him with his sword.

But he also saw that the old man had no intention of killing him.

The momentum looks very strong, but in fact there is no killing intention at all.

Just play with the elderly.

The two of them went back and forth, and soon passed hundreds of moves.

What surprised Ling Tian was that after beating him for so long, the old man's breath didn't change at all.

Even the strength of the attack was exactly the same as before.

Weird, weird.

"Do it!"

The two were fighting inseparably when suddenly a low shout came out, and then several black shadows rushed out.

The target of these people was not Ling Tian, ​​so they ignored him and went straight to the old man.

They have probably cooperated with each other countless times. These people are extremely skilled in their movements and have no martial ethics at all.

The group came up and immediately pushed the old man to the ground.

The old man shouted angrily.

"Let me go, I'm going to fight this little thief for another 800 rounds!"

"Take it away quickly!"

Butler Wu emerged from behind Ling Tian, ​​first smiled apologetically at Ling Tian, ​​and then gave the order.

Those people were obviously the guards of the city lord's palace.

After hearing this, he picked up the old man and walked out.

The old man puffed his beard and glared angrily, not forgetting to say harsh words to Ling Tian.

"Little thief, just wait. When I complete my magic, I will capture you alive and make you drink!"

"..."

It's not necessary.

You should stay away from me from now on.

Ling Tian had already noticed that there was something wrong with this old man's mind.

The old man was quickly taken away, and Butler Wu apologized to Ling Tian again.

"I'm sorry, Master Ling, you came to the library to read, right? I'm sorry for disturbing your interest."

"It doesn't matter."

Ling Tian glanced at the already messy library.

I wondered if I had any grudge against the library, and tried to read the book twice but failed.

It seems we can only talk about it later.

"Who was that old man just now?"

Even though he didn't want to see him again, Ling Tian was still very interested in the identity of the old man.

This is the library of the city lord's palace. How could there be a madman?

Are the guards downstairs a decoration?

After living for so many years, Butler Wu has long since become a human being.

After hearing this, he naturally understood what Ling Tian wanted to ask, and laughed out loud.

"Just a poor man."

There was just a complicated light flashing in his eyes.

There is guilt, helplessness, dissatisfaction, and many other emotions that cannot be broken down.
Chapter completed!