Chapter 1207 2.643 Sweeping the Treasure Shop 2

There were also two arrogant guards standing at the door of the storage room.

As soon as Qiao Mu moved, Mo Lian held her little hand and stood still against the wall.

A group of people, big and small, stood still against the wall, watching a middle-aged man in brocade robes with a slightly stout figure walking past them.

The middle-aged man coughed and felt a chill on his neck. He turned around and took a look.

There was nothing in the corridor on the third floor. Two guards were guarding the stairs. It was impossible to let a fly up!

"Today is the first auction event in our Treasure Shop. Keep a good guard and don't let anyone else come here." After giving the two guards a few words, he headed towards his lounge.

After Qiao Mu waited for him to leave, he shook the talisman in his hand, put it on his body, and entered from the storage room with a whoosh.

With the wall-penetrating talisman in hand, it's easy to rob someone's house.

In a blink of an eye, Mo Lian and others had also passed through.

Child Qiao Sen looked excited and blushed. If his sister hadn't stopped him from talking, he would have clapped his hands and laughed.

Duan Yue laughed muffledly and took a quick look around.

Not to mention, there are a lot of good goods stored in this treasure shop.

On more than a dozen multi-treasure grids, there are boxes of different sizes, containing elixirs, magical skills, and many mysterious weapons.

Child Qiao Sen opened a box and took out a small black stick. He put his hands on the stick and pressed it lightly, and the stick stretched out.

Holding it in his hand, it really fits his small body.

Confiscated!

Qiao Sen stuffed the stick into his storage talisman as a matter of course, and then began to pick and choose things on the shelf.

Qiao Lin read through the exercises and techniques one by one, stuffing the useful ones into the talismans and throwing away the useless ones for the time being.

The young monk silently recited Amitabha, wandered around the grain storage in the corner, and diligently put bags of grain into storage talismans.

Qiao Mu looked at these three little guys and couldn't help but want to laugh.

Mo Lian leaned close to her and whispered, "This robbery is obviously a family tradition."

Zangyue walked around in the storage room, plundered some things and came over, "I've picked it out."

"Don't waste the rest. Even though they are all rags, let's take them back and distribute some to your family." Qiao Mu pointed at the remaining martial arts weapons and elixirs, and waved his little hand.

She didn't like these junk things, so she took away about five million mysterious coins and nothing else.

Zangyue waved his hand, "The Duan family has money and doesn't need these. You can take them all."

Come on, he was too lazy to take things back to the Duan family. Those idiots in the Duan family didn't deserve anything even if it was scrap metal.

Qiao Mu knew that he had a quarrel with the Duan family. He glanced at him without saying anything. He took Mo Lian's hand and said, "Take these away."

Anyway, there are many people in Dark Night Pavilion, so there won’t be too little stuff.

Mo Lian nodded, took out a new storage talisman, and collected the remaining items.

He just picked some slightly rare forging materials and didn't take anything else.

Qiao Mu tilted his little head, as if thinking of something, he took out a brocade bag from the inner world and handed it to Mo Lian, "Lian, this is for you. I snatched it from Sikong Fuling."

Mo Lian paused slightly as she took the brocade bag, twitching the corners of her mouth almost imperceptibly, and asked, "Do you really know Sikong Fuling?"