Chapter 1729

To the eyes of song Qingfeng, the robber's body trembled and felt cold all over. His hand involuntarily released Li Dabao and stepped back a few steps. How terrible the man is! He wants to go home!

Li Dabao saw the robber let go of himself and ran to song Qingfeng. Seeing Mr. song now, he seems to have gone back to the day when the mountain torrents broke out ten years ago. So did Mr. Song at that time, which filled him with a sense of security, as if as long as he was there, he and his classmates would not be in danger.

"It's all right." Song Qingfeng smiles at Li Dabao and walks towards the robber.

Looking at Song Qingfeng who is getting closer and closer to him, the robber's body shakes like a leaf in the wind, "you... Don't come here... I'm afraid... Please don't come here... Mom help me... I want to go home..." the closer song Qingfeng is, the colder he feels, as if he fell into an ice cellar, which makes him feel creepy.

There was a sound of footwork outside, and then a dozen policemen rushed in.

Seeing the situation in the shop, the police were stunned. It looks like it's all done. They just need to finish.

When the robber saw the police, he was relieved. He quickly ran to the police and stretched out his hands. "Uncle police, you catch me quickly. I will turn myself in." He has never been so happy to see the police as he is today.

"Mr. Song, Dabao, are you ok?" Lin Xiaohua comes to song Qingfeng and Li Dabao and looks at them anxiously.

"Nothing." Song Qingfeng shook his head.

"How can something happen with Mr. Song? Xiaohua, you don't see the power of Mr. Song. He just threw the robber out with one hand. Mr. Song, have you ever learned martial arts? " Li Dabao looks at Song Qingfeng admiringly.

Lin Xiaohua also looks at Song Qingfeng. She also wanted to know if Mr. Song knew martial arts, and if he didn't come back these years just to learn martial arts.

Song Qingfeng Yang lip smile, "only a little." Of course, he would not tell them that he did not learn martial arts, but learned to cultivate immortals.

"Who is the owner of this shop, please?" A policeman went up to song Qingfeng and asked.

"I am." Li Dabao raised his hand.

"You come with us and take notes in the Institute." Said the policeman.

"All right, comrade police." Li Dabao nodded and looked apologetically at Song Qingfeng and Lin Xiaohua, "Mr. Song, Xiaohua, I can't go out with you today. I'm really sorry." Even if he didn't go to the police station, his shop was destroyed like this, he couldn't leave now.

"It doesn't matter. I'll have a chance later." Lin Xiaohua said with a smile.

"All right, Mr. Song, Xiao Hua, leave me a phone call and I'll make an appointment with you tomorrow." Li Dabao takes out his mobile phone and waits for Lin Xiaohua and song Qingfeng to report their mobile phone number.

"My number is 139xxxxx." Lin Xiaohua reported his mobile phone number.

"I don't have a cell phone yet." Song Qingfeng said. In fairyland, all he uses are communication symbols. Although communication symbols and mobile phones are used for communication, they never need to be recharged.

Li Dabao wanted to smoke himself. If Mr. Song had money to buy a mobile phone, how could he come to the gold shop to sell gold? "Mr. Song, is your home still in the original place? I'll pick you up at your house tomorrow. " He plans to buy a mobile phone for Mr. Song early tomorrow morning.

Without Mr. Song at the beginning, he might have been washed away by the mountain torrents. Today, without Mr. Song, his shop must have suffered heavy losses. When Mr. song came in, the robber had already pretended to be almost there. If it wasn't for Mr. Song, the two robbers would have escaped when the police came. The two robbers must have accomplices outside, because the mobile phone of the robber who just hijacked him rang.