Douluo Dragon King: I, the wielder of the Holy Sword, will vanquish all evil.

Chapter 227 Robbery!

Let's go back a little bit.
Su Qiu's search for the evil soul master was not going well. Back in the Star Luo Continent, he had the full support of the Star Luo Empire.

In the Douluo Continent, the federal government here is not only useless, but also an obstacle.

In Tianhai City, a blond boy and a red-haired woman were strolling along the street.

"I've lost my patience." Leng Yaozhu glared at Su Qiu. "How long has it been? How many evil soul masters have you eliminated?"

"Still no news of my sister."

"No, it'll be soon, it'll be soon." Su Qiu hurriedly persuaded, "Trust me one last time, there must be clues about her in this city."

During this period, Leng Yaozhu had been working for Su Qiu for free, but now she was gradually losing patience.

Su Qiu noticed that the worker wanted to eat pancakes, so she brought her here.

The Holy Spirit Cult has one emperor, two kings, and four heavenly kings. It's hard to say about other things, but Leng Yulai can still find some clues.

After all, she has the bond of sisterhood with Leng Yaozhu.

Although they hadn't seen each other for many years, Su Qiu still managed to find this place through the faint connection between the two.

"You better be."

Tianhai City, a bustling hub on the east coast of Douluo Continent, is currently in the afternoon.

Sunlight streamed onto the bustling streets, and the sea breeze carried a salty, damp scent that mingled with the hustle and bustle of the city.

However, Leng Yaozhu, walking amidst this bustling scene, had a face as cold as ice.

Ever since she believed Su Qiu's words that her younger sister might have followed this eccentric young man to various places after joining the Holy Spirit Cult.

They wiped out no fewer than ten dens of evil spirit masters, rescued many people, and seized a large amount of contraband.

But there wasn't even a definite trace of Leng Yulai. Every time Su Qiu confidently declared, "It'll be here soon," or "This time it'll definitely happen," the result was often nothing, or he only caught some small fry who had never even heard of Leng Yulai.

She felt like a donkey being dangled on a carrot.

"The last time."

Leng Yaozhu stopped in her tracks, her burning gaze almost searing a hole in Su Qiu's face. "Su Qiu, as the deputy tower master of the Spirit Pagoda, I'm reminding you that my time is precious. If you return empty-handed again, or if you only get some insignificant small fry, I won't hesitate to let you experience the warmth of the Heavenly Phoenix True Fire."

Su Qiu felt a chill run down her spine under that gaze, and quickly smiled apologetically, "Don't worry, this time it's really different!"

He closed his eyes and prayed, "Fate will guide us to find her."

"Crazy." Leng Yaozhu couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. Just as she was about to say something, her gaze was drawn for a moment to a small figure huddled beside a pile of junk by the roadside, shivering.

She was a little girl of about eleven or twelve years old, wearing clothes that were obviously ill-fitting and full of patches. Her face was dirty, and her purple hair was tied up in a messy way.

However, even this outfit couldn't hide her beautiful figure.

Her large eyes darted timidly at passersby, filled with deep fear and unease.

Leng Yaozhu was not heartless; seeing such young children wandering the streets...
A touch of reluctance mingled with her annoyance. But right now, she was more eager to find clues about her sister, so she only paused for a moment before looking away.

Just then, the little girl seemed to suddenly muster up her courage and rushed out from beside the pile of debris.

She ran unsteadily, but her goal was exceptionally clear: to rush straight to the seemingly ordinary storage device at Leng Yaozhu's waist, which actually contained a considerable number of soul tools and rare materials.

"Give me, give me the money!" The little girl's voice was trembling with sobs and forced ferocity, her small body shaking violently with tension.

She reached out her small, dark hand, trying to grab Leng Yaozhu's storage device, while her other hand tightly gripped a short sword. This scene happened too suddenly and too unbelievably.

A ragged little girl with negligible soul power fluctuations robs a red-haired mature woman with a restrained yet extraordinary aura on a bustling street.

This is like an ant trying to trip an elephant.

A few passersby noticed and cast surprised, pitying, or amused glances, but no one stepped forward.

That red-haired mature woman clearly had an extraordinary background.

Su Qiu was also taken aback, then looked on with great interest.

He could sense a strange incongruity about the little girl, and it wasn't just because of the absurd act of robbery.

Leng Yaozhu frowned even more deeply. She had indeed never encountered this situation before.

With her strength and status, she could deal with even a Title Douluo-level Soul Master who blocked her way without changing her expression.

But a little girl who looked malnourished, had weak soul power, and was clearly desperate, had taken this risk.
She easily dodged the little girl's haphazard hands, without even letting the girl's fingers touch the hem of her clothes.

Without releasing any soul power pressure, Leng Yaozhu simply lowered her head and looked at the girl who had almost fallen because she missed her target, and was now looking up at her.

He looked at the little girl with those big eyes that were a mixture of fear, despair, and a hint of complexity.

That look touched something deep within Leng Yaozhu's heart.

It wasn't out of fear, but rather because the child's eyes gave her a very familiar feeling.

I feel like I've seen this somewhere before.

Just as Leng Yaozhu was slightly distracted by that inexplicable sense of familiarity,

The little girl, who seemed panicked and clumsy, used the momentum of her body leaning forward after missing her target to suddenly twist her feet in an exaggeratedly clumsy way.

The small body seemed to be out of control, and with a cry of surprise, it crashed straight into Su Qiu, who was standing behind Leng Yaozhu with her arms crossed, watching the show.

This sudden turn of events seemed unexpected, happened rather slowly, and was even somewhat comical.

Su Qiu clearly saw her movements, but ignored them, pondering what was amiss.

He felt that the current situation was somewhat awkward.

Thus, to Leng Yaozhu's slightly astonished gaze, the little girl bumped into Su Qiu's arms smoothly, with little impact, more like throwing herself into his embrace.

Immediately afterwards, she shakily raised the short sword that she had been clutching in her hand.

His movements were clumsy, the tip of the sword even trembling slightly, as he cautiously pressed it against Su Qiu's neck.

The little girl slowly shrank behind Su Qiu, using him to block Leng Yaozhu's view.

Then, in a voice trembling with tears and cracking with nervousness, she cried out, "Don't move! You, you've been taken hostage!"

She shouted at Su Qiu, but her eyes darted nervously towards Leng Yaozhu, "Quickly, tell your companion to hand over all the valuables! Otherwise, otherwise I'll stab you!"

As she spoke, she gently pressed her short sword against Su Qiu's neck to increase her intimidation.

The arm that was holding Su Qiu's waist was weak and limp.

This scene looks incredibly bizarre.

(End of this chapter)