Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

As dusk approaches, the afterglow of the setting sun gradually fades away, and the town of New York is shrouded in a thin layer of twilight.

The lights in "Meituan Elema" are brightly on, and the busiest time of the day has begun.

A few guys, riding on black horses, hurriedly disappeared into the twilight.

Along the bluestone road, a bearded man in his forties, Chengfeng, walked slowly.

At this moment, Chengfeng's face was covered with dust, his hair was messy, his waist was bulging, and on the other side hung the broken sword that he had never abandoned.

His movements seemed a little clumsy and he felt completely unfamiliar with this place.

As he walked, he kept looking up, his eyes full of confusion, as if he was looking for a place to get food and accommodation.

The entrance of "Meituan Elema" was brightly lit, and Chengfeng slowly approached the restaurant.

A mountain breeze blew by, stirring up a cloud of dust on the ground.

"What the hell is that wind? It's blowing so hard that I can't even open my eyes."

Chengfeng rubbed his eyes with his hands and cursed incoherently, his face full of anger.

As expected, it happened again.

Just as he was rubbing his eyes, the familiar curse was heard again, and a thin figure tried to rush past him at high speed.

However, this time it is not so easy.

At this moment, before he could even stretch out his hand, he was lifted high into the air by a powerful hand.

"What are you doing? Put me down." A sharp, terrified cry echoed in the air.

The figure screamed and struggled, kicking his hands and feet, trying to break free from Chengfeng's control.

There was a hint of teasing in Chengfeng's eyes, and he did not let go immediately. Instead, he raised it a little higher.

The person in his hand looked to be in his thirties, thin and skinny.

A tuft of rat whiskers, two triangular eyes, and a face distorted with fear.

"Little thief, let's see where you can run this time!" Chengfeng sneered and looked at him with sharp eyes.

"You...what are you doing? I'm just passing by, put me down quickly."

Mousewhisker shouted in fear, his voice changing tone.

"Passing by? If you pass by a few more times, I'm afraid you will steal my pants!"

There was a hint of amusement in Chengfeng's tone. He reached out and slowly pulled off the beard on his face, revealing his true face.

Seeing this, Mousewhisker became even more flustered, his eyes filled with fear.

"What did you say? I don't understand you and I don't know you. Put me down now!"

He struggled desperately.

Unfortunately, there was a huge disparity in strength and he couldn't escape at all.

"You little thief, you still don't admit it!"

As Chengfeng spoke, he swiftly reached his other hand around Mousexu's waist.

This action made Lao Shuxu's face turn as pale as paper in an instant.

He twisted his body desperately, trying to stop it, but it was all in vain.

Chengfeng took out two purses from his waist, one of which was the one that was stolen.

But now it's empty.

Chengfeng held the purse in front of him and shook it, "Little thief, what else do you have to say? Where is my money?"

Chengfeng touched the corner of his mouth and looked straight into Laoshuxu's panicked eyes, his eyes full of majesty.

With the evidence in front of him, Mousewhisker panicked, his lips trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only uttered a series of unclear sounds.

He looked into the distance anxiously, obviously seeking help from the fat guy who was acting with him.

The fat man not far away hesitated for a moment, then turned around and ran away.

It seemed that he already knew that this young man in front of him was not easy to deal with. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace.

Catching one was enough, Chengfeng did not chase after them.

"Where did you hide my money?" Chengfeng's voice was not loud, but it carried a shocking power.

"Hey! Isn't this the little brother who ate without paying?"

At this moment, the shopkeeper Sun Er came out of the restaurant with two waiters.

"Hey young man, why are you making trouble in front of our restaurant? It's affecting our business."

Shopkeeper Sun Er walked while waving at Chengfeng, his expression changing from gloomy to bright, and a hint of fear in his eyes.

Chengfeng slightly turned sideways and glanced at the three people walking over. He sneered in his heart. It was just as he expected.

"It's none of your business if I catch a thief!" Chengfeng said coldly.

"Thief?"

Shopkeeper Sun Er pretended to be stunned. "Little brother, you must have seen it wrong. If I remember correctly, the person in your hand should be a gentleman who often comes to our restaurant for dinner. Little brother, you must have misunderstood, so let him go."

Chengfeng was still angry with the shopkeeper Sun Er, and didn't want to say anything more to him, so he frowned.

"You have nothing to do here, so get out of here."

Shopkeeper Sun Er's expression changed. He knew how powerful the man in front of him was, but he couldn't just let him go.

He looked up at the mouse whisker in Chengfeng's hand and said, "Sir, have you ever taken the money from this young brother?"

"I...I didn't."

Mousewhisker gritted his teeth and shook his head desperately to deny it.

Shopkeeper Sun Er turned around and looked at Cheng Feng again, smiling, and was about to speak.

"Get out of my way!"

Cheng Feng spoke coldly, his eyes like a sharp sword, piercing the heart of Shopkeeper Sun Er.

Shopkeeper Sun Er shivered involuntarily and felt a gust of cold wind blowing in his face, cold and biting.

Every word of Chengfeng's words seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of a glacier, carrying with them unquestionable majesty and deterrence.

Shopkeeper Sun Er opened his mouth, but found that it seemed difficult to breathe. How could he have the courage to say another word?

He could only stand there awkwardly, sweat beads pouring down his forehead.

"I told you to get out!" Chengfeng's words came out again, cold and ruthless.

Shopkeeper Sun Er's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and his whole body was shaking.

He didn't dare to say another word. He quickly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, lowered his head and left quickly with his two men.

Chengfeng loosened his fingers slightly, and Mousexu fell to the ground like a caged bird being released.

Looking at the place where Shopkeeper Sun Er disappeared, Lao Shuxu's eyes revealed fatigue and despair.

Chengfeng looked at Laoshuxu and spoke in a depressed tone.

"I didn't expect you would steal my purse. I was blind."

"You...what do you mean?"

Standing on the ground, Mousewhisker finally breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down.

He touched the whiskers at the corners of his mouth and looked at Chengfeng with confusion.

"You...are you laughing at my appearance?"

Chengfeng smiled and nodded, "I didn't expect you to be so smart. With your looks, your success rate shouldn't be high, right?"

"You..." Mouse Whisker was a little excited and his face turned red.

However, he did not dare to get angry loudly, and only muttered softly: "I...I protest."

"You can laugh at my appearance, but you can never deny my magical skills. I'm not called Sky-Drilling Rat for nothing."