In the spring of March, the grass grows and the orioles fly, and the flowers bloom.
The Baihua Building is even more colorful and fragrant. Even a hundred miles away, anyone with a nose can clearly smell the different layers of fragrance.
Of course everyone has a nose, but there is only one person in the world who has a sensitive nose, extraordinary dexterity, and two extra hands.
So when the owner of Baihualou was sitting in the small hall drinking tea and admiring the flowers with a slight smile on his lips, he felt an inaudible breeze blowing through the hand holding the cup, which involuntarily deepened the curvature of the corners of his lips.
"Brother Sikong, since you're here, why don't you come down and get together."
His eyes were clearly unfocused, but at this moment they were accurately looking at the world's number one thief, who was lying on the beam with one leg swinging and drinking the cloud he had just brewed.
"Hmph, Huamanlou, are you blind?"
The person who came was none other than the greatest thief in the world, Sikong Zhaixing.
After turning over and landing on the ground, Sikong Zhaixing leaned close to the face that always smiled softly and brightly. He waved his hand unwillingly before his eyes as dark as ancient water, but the dense row of eyelashes did not move at all.
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