On the seventh floor of the top floor of the library, there are various Tantric Buddhism from all dynasties, which are managed by the ancient temples. Without the permission of the public, no one is allowed to enter the seventh floor of the library.

The seventh floor was still extremely dark, and Quan Shenglan slowly groped forward step by step, and the sound he heard just now also disappeared at this moment.

Just as she walked to the third row of bookshelf, a breath suddenly came from behind, just around the corner.

She turned around quickly and quickly smashed her fist at the other party, but was avoided by him one by one.

Quan Shenglan was annoyed and quickly pulled out the only hairpin on her head and stabbed it at the other party. She was already asleep, but the hairpin on her hair had already been removed, and this silver hairpin was used to pick her hair when she got up.

The man obviously didn't expect that she would pull out her hairpin to attack, and was forced to retreat continuously by her for a while. But after all, she was a woman. She chased the man in black for a long time and was kicked by him. At this moment, she was already a little physically weak, and her speed of attack slowed down unknowingly.

The man also took this point. When Quan Shenglan was forced to the dead corner, he quickly turned around and grabbed her hand holding the hairpin. He cleverly pressed it on her acupoint, making her throw away the hairpin in her hand.

Quan Shenglan was locked by the man behind her shoulders, and her left hand also grabbed the man's hair and pulled it back with all her strength. Just as the two of them were holding each other, the seventh-layer oil lamp suddenly illuminated.

The sudden light made both of them close their eyes. When they got used to the brightness, Quan Shenglan opened his eyes and saw the monk Wuchen and the host standing in front of them, looking at them with a smile.

Quan Shenglan then looked up and looked at the person who locked his shoulders, but he didn't expect that the person who had fought with her for a long time was Gu Jinzhi.

The two of them let go at the same time and took a few steps in a row.

"Amitabha!" The host recited the Buddha's name and looked at the two people who seemed a little embarrassed because of the fight. He was silent for a while and then spoke, "Are the donor injured?"

Quan Shenglan quickly shook her head, because she knew that the seventh floor of the library had not been allowed to enter, so she rushed to explain: "Host, I did not intend to break in..."

"Don't be impatient!" Wu Chen raised his eyes and looked at Quan Shenglan, "The little thief who broke into the library has been captured by the monk in the temple!"

Only then did Quan Shenglan notice that behind several tall and strong monks, a petite man in black clothes was dragging him. Even if he had a unkempt face, it was not difficult to see that he was a woman.

Quan Shenglan reached out and pressed the chest that she kicked. Indeed, the strength was not strong, and it was completely different from Gu Jinzhi who fought with her later.

"Master!" Gu Jinzhi walked to the presidency, folded his hands together, and seemed very respectful.

"Why donor of King Yuan is looking for a book here, why don't he light a lamp?" the host looked at Gu Jinzhi and asked softly.

Gu Jinzhi glanced at the oil lamps all over the walls and took out a small night pearl from his arms: "I did not carry a fire. I happened to have a night pearl in my arms to illuminate the book, so I didn't find anyone to light the lamp! When Miss Quan ran up from downstairs, I thought the thief took the night pearl and waited for the rabbit!"

"Waiting for the rabbit? Is it hurting my baby daughter?" Quan Ziyan's breathless voice rang from bottom to top.
Chapter completed!