Chapter 11: Chili Water Tiger Stool (This chapter is free)

Perhaps it was out of male instinct or curiosity that the two balls in his hand were too soft, An Ruoran couldn't help but squeeze them a few more times. At this moment, a shrill scream resounded through the sky, and with the sudden flash of air ripples, the mist in the forest and most of the bandits turned into light spots and slowly dissipated. The remaining bandits looked at each other in a glance, and they were immediately seized by Frank and the others, rushing up and cutting them down.

"Oh, what I just pinched is, would it be..." Looking at his two claws that still had fragrance, An Ruoran couldn't help but slowly lower his head and looked at the intruder who showed his true face. Even though he never admitted that he had lolita control, he suddenly realized sadly that he was slightly moved...

"Beast, I am really a beast!" Although he was criticizing himself with pain, An Ruoran still enjoyed watching it so much - this is a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, her golden hair set off with snow-white skin, as crystal clear as glass; her pink face is a bit baby fat, and her cherry-like cuteness; her delicate facial features are still green, but she is destined to be a beauty; and her bright eyes flowing with light are a bit indescribable sweetness even in fear. In addition, the two little tiger teeth that bit her cherry lips due to shame and anger have added a bit of frankness and vitality to her...

"No, don't look at it anymore!" The little loli couldn't help but bit her lips and shouted in a low voice. But even in shame and anger, her crisp voice was difficult to express anger, which was more like a kind of anger. An Ruoran was stunned for a moment, feeling a little suspicious of eating tofu. Fortunately, Bathir arrived in time with several guards and took on the task of destroying flowers for him.

At the same time, Frank and others had already eliminated most of the robbers, and only Lone Wolf and a few confidants escaped in the chaos. Logically speaking, this was just an ordinary robber robber, but judging from the solemn expressions of Via, Bathir and others, they obviously took this matter very seriously. An Ruoran held Naya and leaned on the carriage, watching Frank and others start interrogating the prisoners from afar, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"Mr. An, I'm afraid this is not just a simple robbery." As if knowing his intentions, Weiya pushed the magic wheelchair and slowly drove to his side. After a moment of hesitation, the weak beauty gently raised her hair and pondered slightly: "How can an ordinary band of robbers afford an illusionist? Looking at me, maybe their real goal is..."

"What is it?" An Ruoran was stunned for a moment, and blurted out subconsciously. Weiya glanced at him as if he was a little hesitant, but she finally explained sincerely: "The goods we transported were precious gifts reserved by the Third Prince Junan. It is said to be given to His Majesty Arthur as a birthday gift..."

"A birthday gift for Your Majesty?" An Ruoran was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized the twists and turns in the middle of this incident. He had written a fantasy novel for several years and was very familiar with that kind of conspiracy plot. If you guess correctly, this robbery must have been a performance specially arranged by a certain force to block Prince Jun'an's birthday gift!

"I'm afraid you're right." Weiya gently stroked the armrest of the wheelchair and said softly if he had a deep sense, "Your Majesty has ruled the Kashyapa Empire for fifty years, but has never been appointed as a crown prince... I think, both the eldest prince Cruise, the third prince Junan, and the fifth prince Artest may be very interested in this position."

"Well, it's really a very old-fashioned plot." An Ruoran narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Weiya as if nothing had anything to do with me. You said so! Miss Weiya, your Silver Star Chamber of Commerce, do you have a particularly good impression of a prince?"

"Of course not, we are just ordinary businessmen, we will take over whoever we entrust." Weiya showed a faint smile, and a light of unknown significance flashed in her bright eyes. "But this time, I'm afraid I have to give an explanation to His Highness Junan. Because the illusionist just broke the most precious piece of this batch of gifts..."

An Ruoran was speechless and slowly turned his head to look not far away. The little girl who became a prisoner had been tied up. Frank was wielding his long whip fiercely, trying to find out the inside story from her mouth. But even with tears flashing in his eyes, the little loli still bit her lips stubbornly, not even revealing a word. Seeing her pitiful expression, most people probably think that Frank is the evil side!

"Oh, I won't really torture it, it seems a bit cruel..." An Ruoran shook his head, feeling that he would definitely not be able to do it if he changed himself. But then, he heard the little loli say angrily: "It's all my business, it's my fault, which made me fall and crush the colorful pot. It's obviously the uncle over there! So even if you want to punish and compensate, you should look for him!"

In an instant, hundreds of eyes were focused on An Ruoran, and many people even showed a "so that's it" expression on their faces. An Ruoran patted his forehead speechlessly, and sighed to the sky: "Oh, it's really a bite, it's three points to the bone! That Frank, if there is trouble with the interrogation, I don't mind casting pepper water and tiger benches for you..."

Although I don’t quite understand what chili water and tiger bench are, I know it’s a very scary thing just by listening to the name. The little loli couldn’t help biting her lip, but still murmured with fear: “I, what I said is true! If you didn’t have the uncle, you wouldn’t have been crushed, so you would have been half wrong!”

"Colorful Pot?" After being reminded by her, An Ruoran didn't realize that something had indeed been pressed when she rushed over. Weiya sighed helplessly and pushed the wheelchair forward a few steps: "Mr. An, the responsibility for this matter is not yours. However, this mid-level Qibao has indeed been damaged. I am afraid that if His Highness Junan asks it, it will be a little trouble."

As she said this, she had taken a box of brocade from Battier and opened it carefully. In this box, the jade pot with colorful luster was so beautiful, but the carefully carved body of the pot has been broken into several pieces and cannot be repaired and improved. Battier shook his head and said helplessly: "Although the level of the colorful pot is not high, it can make the wine exude a special fragrance, which can make people more sane and energetic - among this gift, it is actually the most precious one, but now..."

With Bathil's sigh, everyone looked at the culprit, a little angry. Being stared fiercely by so many people, the little loli couldn't help but shrink back and said timidly: "I just want to borrow it for use, not intentionally ruin it. Besides, it can't be repaired..."

"Can't repair it? That's not necessarily true!" But before she finished speaking, An Ruoran suddenly moved his heart and smiled thoughtfully. The moment he saw this jade pot, he got clues from his memory - this Qibao seemed to be Victor's early game work, and it was not even stamped. When it comes to repairing it, who is more suitable than inheriting all of Victor's self?

"Mr. An, can you do it?" Weiya was stunned for a moment, and a little surprise was suddenly brought to her dull expression. The beauty that suddenly bloomed made An Ruoran look a little crazy. Fortunately, in a few seconds, he realized his disobedience, and coughed a few times, changing the topic: "Well, I try to try it out, but I still need your help in the materials!"

"That may not be able to repair it..." Before he finished speaking, a timid voice suddenly sounded. In the astonished eyes of everyone, the little loli bit her lip gently and explained with some anxiety, "This colorful pot is the work of Master Victor. The old man is a bit strange. He always likes to set spells on his works, which makes it impossible to crack."

"Well, it seems that there is such a rumor." Bathil was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at An Ruoran, and the implication was naturally clear. An Ruoran smiled and replied lightly: "It's true that the words are, but the teacher has taught me everything, including this mantra."

"Nonsense, you even snatch his space ring..." Naya shrank in An Ruoran's arms, almost muttering and telling the truth. Fortunately, everyone did not pay attention to the pet's long-windedness. Weiya breathed a sigh of relief and ordered Bathir to prepare the necessary intermediate materials. During this process, the little loli stared at An Ruoran thoughtfully, and her eyes were even more spinning, not knowing what idea she was going to do.

A few minutes later, Bathil brought all the materials he could find. An Ruoran signaled everyone to take a few steps back, then silently chanted a spell, burning the soul fire that only he could see. Under the burning of this soul fire, the selected jade and amethyst began to melt slowly, gradually fusing into a light green liquid.

Immediately afterwards, with An Ruoran's fingertips gently slashing, the liquid began to dissolve into the broken colorful pot, sticking the fragments together. The cold wind blew slightly, and the liquid quickly condensed and solidified. As the colorful light shone again, the newly renovated colorful pot has been announced to be repaired and slowly floated in the air.

"So, my mission is completed?" An Ruoran breathed a sigh of relief and directed the colorful pot to fall into Weiya's hand. "Mr. Bathil, you can pour fine wine and see if the effect is the same as the original one."

Without saying anything, Bathil had already taken the wine bag from Frank and poured all the wine in. After waiting for a few minutes, he couldn't wait to spoon some wine and hesitate to suck it into his mouth. After a little taste, the manager showed joy on his face, but then shouted in surprise: "Wait, why is the wine taste wrong..."

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