The One We Should Have Run Into Was a Fellow Thief

Looking at Mei Dao sprawled on the ground, the Silvery-Yellow Stone grew angrier and angrier. One Low-grade Spirit Stone? Who did he think he was insulting?

When Brother Stone made a move, how could he leave empty-handed?

His eyes fell on the robe Mei Dao was wearing. It was a fine magical artifact, its laws swirling around it, with powerful defensive properties.

Then there were the shoes on Mei Dao's feet, his belt, his jade pendant, and his undergarments...

In the end, peaceful, sleeping Mei Dao was left with nothing but a pair of floral-print underpants. He'd been stripped bare.

The saying "a thief never leaves empty-handed" had never been taken to such extremes!

"Here, take it back!"

After stripping Mei Dao clean, the Silvery-Yellow Stone tossed the Low-grade Spirit Stone onto the ground beside him.

A Low-grade Spirit Stone? He wouldn't touch it!

That thing was filthy!

Even so, the Silvery-Yellow Stone was still fuming. He'd seen poor people before, but never anyone this poor.

It took out a writing brush and scrawled two big words across Mei Dao's forehead: "Broke Loser!"

Only after admiring its handiwork did the Silvery-Yellow Stone nod in satisfaction. It felt much better.

"Bad luck. I'd better find another cutie and shake off this misfortune."

The Silvery-Yellow Stone gave Mei Dao a disdainful look, then darted away, vanishing into the void.

"Ugh..."

After a while, Mei Dao came to, clutching his now grotesquely swollen head. It throbbed so badly he felt like it was about to explode.

"Damn it, they're hitting me from both sides now?"

Mei Dao muttered under his breath, gritting his teeth in fury.

He hadn't expected to get smacked on the back of the head, only to be clobbered on the forehead right after. Now his head felt twice as