After Qin Yao dealt with the nine people, she turned around and saw Liu Ji even going through their smelly shoes, furrowing her brows deeply.
Liu Ji, oblivious, picked up a steel knife and presented it to Qin Yao like a treasure, "Miss, look, this knife is really nice, it suits you perfectly!"
"Suits your head!" Qin Yao retorted disdainfully, "Put it down, don't mess with these things."
However, she gave a hinting glance that taking the silver and such was acceptable, just quietly, without making a fuss.
Liu Ji raised his eyebrows, understanding.
Still, leaving behind everything except the silver felt a bit painful.
The sky had completely darkened, Da Lang lit two spare lanterns, hanging one on the carriage and bringing the other to illuminate for Mother and Father.
One unfortunate bandit had his thigh cut by his own knife, creating a somewhat gory scene that startled Da Lang.
