The Young Master Relies on His Beauty to Dominate the Entire System - Chap 477

The lady’s eyes widened.

“I will lock the door, then turn around and leave without even looking back.”

Jiang Luoluo tentatively took the key.

The butler smiled enigmatically,

“By the way, Allen will bring the young master’s wound medicine over in a while, and the young lady can keep it.”

Jiang Luoluo’s beautiful eyes lit up, and her curled eyelashes were raised high and soft. Hu’s tone became much crisper, and his voice jumped,

“Got it!”

20 minutes later, the door was opened again.

Jiang Luoluo was wearing a thick cloak, a pair of small leather shoes, and carrying a small medicine box in his hand, rushing out like a gust of wind.

The howling north wind blew against his face, but he didn’t feel any pain at all.

The slender calves ran on the road, leaving a series of shoe prints on the snow, spreading towards the ancestral hall.

There were no lights on in the ancestral hall at night, only flickering candles were lit. When the cold wind blew in, the flames flickered left and right, causing even the figures kneeling on the ground in the ancestral hall to sway from side to side.

The Qi family is a famous noble family that has been prominent for many generations. Their ancestors became prosperous very early, and their ancestral hall is also majestic.

But after a few hundred years, the traces of time are still too heavy, and the history of the ancestral hall is revealed with a whimper.

Piles of rankings swayed behind the candlelight, solemn and eerie.

Someone who was less timid would probably be trembling with fear right now.

However, no matter how loud the wind was, no matter how many candles were blown out, no matter how depressing and terrifying the solemn ancestral hall was, Qi Jinheng, who was kneeling on the ground, still stood tall and straight.

He half-closed his eyes, his gaze falling vaguely on the ground.

Looks indifferent.

He seemed so heartbroken that he didn’t care about anything.

I don’t know how long it took, but it was so long that the pain in his back was numb, so long that the raging cold wind blew through the open door and took away all the warmth from his body, and his thin lips turned pale.

Faintly, he heard footsteps coming from outside.

It’s very light, like the soft pads on the little cat’s feet stepping on the floor, a little tiptoeing.

Why would anyone come to the ancestral hall at this time?

With such a sneaky look, could it be that he is a little thief with itchy hands?

The slight expression on Qi Jinheng’s face moved, and the lines on his face were tense and a little irritable.

The footsteps seemed closer.

Qi Jinheng turned his wrist and stood up, making a clicking sound with his fingers, and stood behind the door.

The footsteps outside were a little chaotic, and the little thief seemed to have stolen a lot of things, and his breath was unsteady due to exhaustion.

“Click”

footsteps stepped on the wooden floor painted with tung oil, and the sound was crisp.

Or leather shoes, are you so particular about being a thief?

Qi Jinheng lazily raised his eyelids and saw a dark thing sneaking in through the dim candlelight.

The little thief was extraordinarily timid. He walked on tiptoe, with the soles of his feet landing first. He stood firm when he heard no movement, and then continued walking inside.

Still looking around, not knowing what valuable thing he was looking for.

Qi Jinheng followed quietly.

There was a “clang” sound, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. He saw the little thief looking around, squatting down under the rows of memorial tablets, and then unfolding his crime tools.

Qi Jinheng frowned.

What can you steal here?

Stealing tribute?

Steal the tablets of their Qi family ancestors?

Through the opponent’s thick cloak, Qi Jinheng kicked the opponent’s crime tool.

With the sound of “crash-“, Jiang Luoluo clearly felt his cloak move.

His already tense spirit seemed to be hanging on a thread, his heart was beating rapidly, a gloomy cold air hit him from the back of his head, and his scalp was so numb that it was about to explode.

Qi Jinheng lowered his eyelids casually and watched coldly as the group of thieves moved, then raised their heads as if in slow motion.

The big hat on his head fell as he raised his head, revealing a jade-white chin with soft red lips, followed by that familiar little face.

Qi Jinheng’s movements froze.

His little wife’s next move was very fast, with two thin