Steal the world

Chapter 7

Everything from the Spanish Square in the rain to the unfamiliar knife edge of the execution platform is just an instant.

Even Yun Duoer, who is as witty as one of the world's top sister thieves, is too confused to understand.

Could this be the reward for the Trevi Fountain's wish for her? !

"From now on, don't make random wishes!"

I took the time to wash and dry the mask, and re-washed my hair, hands and face.

Yun Duoer conveniently tore off a set of light blue cloth shirts from the shelf and changed into the prison clothes on her body.

As soon as she grabbed the mask that was hanging on the side, her ears had already caught the sound of footsteps approaching here.

"Just now, I was really scared to death!"

"Whoever says no, open the door quickly and hide in the house. It won't take long before officers and soldiers will come over!"

……

Click!

It was the sound of a key being inserted into the lock.

Before the courtyard door was pushed open, Yun Duo'er crossed the wall nimbly.

Walking aimlessly in the alley, Yun Duo'er curiously looked at this strange and novel world.

Thinking of whether her sister came here like her, or arrived in a strange time and space, Yun Duo'er couldn't help but felt a sense of loss.

Gollum!

Gollum!

Belly was very unwilling to make the most realistic protest.

Forget it, let's fill up our stomachs first!

Rubbing her empty stomach, Yun Duo'er conveniently used the executioner's hairpin to break open the brass lock on a small black lacquered door by the side of the alley.

I searched all corners, but I couldn't find anything that could be eaten directly.

This family is so poor that the cloth covering the bronze mirror is covered with patches.

What was locked in the kang cabinet was only a piece of broken silver no more than the size of Yun Duo'er's thumb.

Lazily weighing the weight of the broken silver, Yun Duo'er put it back to its original place.

As a thief, Yun Duo'er also has her professional ethics.

The poor were never in her purview.

Turning around to leave, she stopped suddenly, grabbed the copper mirror on the table and went into the kitchen.

With the help of grease and pot bottom ash, the original heavenly fragrance and national color were quickly covered by black sludge.

He tore off strips of cloth from the blue cloth clothes, and casually tied his long, air-dried hair into a loose bun at the back of his head.

(End of this chapter)