Upon hearing the news, Zhuo Fan burst into cold sweat. Will she survive the words of Ling Bingyan when the monster saw her?

Brown also laughed, and after a few words, he asked the other guards to retreat.

The entrance of the prison tower suddenly became clear, leaving only Brown, the chantist and Zhuo Fan. Brown began to return to the main topic: "Let's do this, Corris, for fairness, then check this guy's property now, so that you can always feel at ease if you are here."

This psychic is naturally Corlis.

Corlis turned his eyes and looked at Zhuo Fan's bulging waist bag nodded: "Okay, but I want to divide the big head." He threatened Zhuo Fan again with rude threats. "Give me a little honest, otherwise hum." Zhuo Fan felt a violent fluctuation of thoughts around him. It turned out that the blade of thoughts formed a small storm to wrap him in it, "Brush!" His waist bag was cut off.

Zhuo Fan began to get nervous. He was not nervous about property, but about several important "treasures" inside.

Brown took the bag and unzipped the zipper "brushed". He slowly stretched his hand in and began to grop.

"Oh!? This is a good thing!" Brown seemed a little surprised. He escaped from a bottle of wine. This was Captain Moon's relics. He shook the bottle in his hand, and then became depressed. "So it was empty!" He threw it casually and threw the bottle on the ground.

"Bang!" The metal wine bottle made a crisp sound. Zhuo Fan's face changed. He stepped forward and wanted to pick up the wine bottle to check if it had been broken. He didn't drink it before. Now Moen left, and he regretted it when he remembered this, so this wine bottle is now his important treasure.

Compared with the 100,000 alliance coins, this friendship of life and death is what he cherishes the most. But Zhuo Fan's treasure was made worthless and even discarded at will.

Zhuo Fan risked the danger of being cut by the mindfulness of the psychic, and finally picked up the bottle. He held it in his hand and checked it. Fortunately, it was a metal structure, and there were no major damage except for a few scratches. Zhuo Fan held the bottle and put it down.

Brown looked at him in surprise. He had already looked at him carefully. It was just an ordinary bottle of wine. He began to grop again.

"Huh?" Colis was very interested in Zhuo Fan's actions, and his eyes were fixed on the wine bottle. He was the most greedy and immediately became confused. Could it be that the wine bottle was an important treasure? As soon as he moved his mental power, he was about to snatch the wine bottle from Zhuo Fan.

At this time, Brown took out two short knives from Zhuo Fan's bag. After a brief check, he threw the short knives on the ground: "What? Why is it actually some garbage?" Indeed, the short knives were very ordinary, and even the edge of the knife had become concave and concave. It was the trace left after the adventure of life and death. It can be said that it is the most precious thing about these two short knives. But everyone understands the true value of this short knives!!

Brown said, looking at Zhuo Fan with contempt. "Is this guy a corpse thief?"

Zhuo Fan's heart tightened again when he saw the short sword. This short sword was his promise to Moen and Aaron! One day, after completing the promise to expel the ice and snow giant, he would go back to visit his two teammates. Zhuo Fan did not expect that the bottle in his hand had been targeted by Corlis. The psychic sect suddenly pulled the spirit and the bottle in Zhuo Fan's hand immediately took off, and the target pointed at Corlis and flew over.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhuo Fan picked up the short knife and looked at Colis coldly. His face was cold and his eyes were filled with anxiety: "Give it back to me!"

At this time, the chanting scholar had already checked the metal wine bottle and confirmed that it was a useless waste. Corlis glanced at Zhuo Fan's nervousness, and was puzzled. Could it be that I was wrong? Or there were other mysteries in the bottle. After thinking a little, he had already had an idea. He suddenly smiled at Zhuo Fan, as if he was not hostile: "This bottle is your treasure, right?"

On the other side, Brown had already taken out a medal engraved with the word flange. This is a medal that only one-star citizens can possess, and it is also a unique medal that only flange can award, meaning the title of "Flange Star". Brown looked at Zhuo Fan with some admiration: "This thing is an honor at least, so let's keep it for you boy."

Zhuo Fan nodded, but said to Corlis: "Yes!"

"Since that's the case, I'll help you check if it's really a treasure!" Corris's eyes turned cold, "Brush!" The silver wine bottle was cut into pieces by his thoughts, and the pieces fell to the ground.

At this moment, Zhuo Fan was stunned. He thought the other party could understand that the bottle of wine was of great significance to him. His eyes were straight, as if he was struck by lightning, and he felt that the world began to rotate: "How could it be..."

Corlis glanced at the fragments and stepped on them: "What? What you care so much about is really a bunch of trash..."

"Captain Moen..." Zhuo Fan lowered his head, his eyes darkened.

The groping on the other side continued, Brown took out another black card. It was a special black card at the Moonshotel. At this moment, Brown looked at Zhuo Fan: "This guy is indeed a fat sheep. If you have such a high-end membership card, you must have a lot of deposits in your account... You must find a way to let him spit out the deposits."

Zhuo Fan's face was already gloomy. He lowered his head, and no one could see his expression at all.

It seemed that the area around him had become a region, and even the light began to twist, and a dangerous aura emanated from his body. If you look closely, you will find that the area around Zhuo Fan was darker than other areas, or that it was like a circle of light black flames ignited around him.

At this moment, a communication soldier suddenly rushed over, but strangely, he was carrying a huge package: "Report! General Lance was defeated by the monster, and now the monster has kidnapped the daughter of the general!"

Corlis and Brown were both stunned and looked at the communications soldier in disbelief.

This is the worst result they can think of.

Even Zhuo Fan's anger was extinguished. After all, the wine bottle could be recast if it was broken, but if something happened to Ling Bingyan, it would be irreversible. It would affect him to complete the title assessment task. If the task failed, his younger brother Zhuo Ying's illness could not be cured. Within half a year, Zhuo Ying would probably be destroyed and died by the disease.

Corlis was smarter. He suddenly asked, "Is that monster still running now? Which direction did he run?" He asked this for himself, otherwise he would be in danger on the monster's escape route, or the monster came to find its accomplice, Zhuo Fan.

The communication soldier's face was calm, but his eyes were a little weird. He glanced at Corlis before pointing to the direction where the city gate was. Corlis wiped his sweat, his face became relaxed, and his greedy eyes locked on Zhuo Fan again. The city gate was very far away from here. In other words, he could continue to collect benefits safely now.

"The monster was also injured, and may have left Bentley City now." The communications soldier added, but his after-light looked at Zhuo Fan, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes, as if he was looking forward to Zhuo Fan's performance below.

Zhuo Fan was already much calmer, and he looked up at Corlis coldly.

Brown continued to look through Zhuo Fan's package, and this time he found two things.

The reason why he was so slow was actually a habit he developed in the past. They like to watch the prisoners' property being exposed bit by bit. In this way, they can not only enjoy the pleasure of discovering more treasures, but they even like this pleasure of slowly depriving prisoners of their property and dignity.

This has become a pleasure for their bored work. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a bad taste, but they have never taken the dignity of prisoners into their eyes. Since they are prisoners, where does the dignity come from? Even if they were in the past, they are now prisoners, and they can only be trampled.

This time Brown took out a pair of beads and a cell phone.

Seeing the phone Brown finally smiled: "This kid still has something to do..."

Zhuo Fan cares a lot about this mobile phone, especially the numbers of many people who are important to him. There are also many important communication records of him, such as the last text message Royxue sent him before he disappeared. Fortunately, he needed his fingerprint to unlock the information. Zhuo Fan also remembered most of the numbers inside.

Corlis nodded when he saw the phone.

He looked at Zhuo Fan and found that he was being stared at. He was not angry, but just commented on himself: "No, right! This phone is still a famous brand! Even if it is sold for second-hand, it costs tens of thousands of yuan. Boy, you are lucky. Which battlefield did you stolen it? Do you have any accomplices?"

Zhuo Fan was silent. With his mental power, he put the fragments of the wine bottle on the ground into his pocket. He turned around and recasted it, and it was Moen's wine bottle.

Putting down his phone, Brown looked at a pair of beads again. The bead was half crystal clear, half chaotic and white, and there was a trace of electric light floating on it. You could tell at a glance that it was not an ordinary thing. Brown seemed to have seen this thing somewhere, but it was different. He stared at the beads and became silent for a moment.

This time, the correspondent soldier did not leave after reporting the news. He looked at the scene in front of him with interest, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Especially the pocket he was carrying would shaking from time to time. If everyone hadn't paid attention to him, he would have noticed his weirdness.

Feeling being ignored, Curlis's eyelids twitched wildly: "How dare the corpse thief be so rampant? Do you dare to underestimate me, see that I turn your treasure into a pile of garbage." His mental power swept away Zhuo Fan's two short swords, and his mind power spread out, and his violent mind power was about to crush the short sword.

Zhuo Fan's pupils shrank. He had just lost a piece of Moen's relics. The rage flame was temporarily suppressed by shocking news. Now the anger was like an explosion of volcanoes, and it exploded completely with a "boom"!!

The meaning of short swords is different. It is the glory of soldiers and soldiers. How can we tolerate offense from others?

Seeing Zhuo Fan's desperate attitude, Brown smiled: "This kid must not be able to beat Corris. Corris is a master of senior psychics. Even the materialization of mind power has reached the fourth level, and he is only one step away from the highest level of psychics..."

Brown knew that Corlis had always been famous for his greed and viciousness throughout Bentley City.

The mental power around Zhuo Fan fluctuated violently, and Corlis also stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, as if he had seen a delicious prey. This was also his inherent action of teasing the money of prey.

Seeing that the battle between the two was about to break out, the communication soldier shouted inappropriately. He looked surprised and pointed his hand at the tower guards: "Look! Is that the Eye of a Giant!?"

"Eye of Giant?" Curlis stopped his movements, and he stared at the two beads in the hands of the guards at the tower. He knew that the beads were of extraordinary value. A pair of intact beads was definitely ten times the value of a mobile phone. Even he was a little moved. At this moment, he finally began to feel that Zhuo Fan's background was not that simple.

While the other party was stunned, Zhuo Fan suddenly rolled back two short swords with his mental power.
Chapter completed!