“咔嚓”一声脆响，林凡把那把断剑往地上一丢。脚尖用力碾了碾，泥土被碾得飞溅开，他嘴角撇了撇，心里有点不是滋味。老林家祖宅被偷，本身就是一件糟心事，可这把剑还是他师门嫡传之物，自他拜师以来就跟着他。

“你说这帮不长眼的贼，倒是有点能耐，敢来老林家撒野，结果连把像样的剑都没抢到，就折了回去。”他嘀咕着，心里暗骂了一顿。这些贼也真是够笨的，连他师门嫡传的宝剑都看不出来，真是白活了一辈子。

林凡拔腿就往外走，心里盘算着回家后怎么跟师父交代。刚走出祖宅门口，就看见一个熟悉的人影躺在地上，浑身是伤，嘴角还挂着血迹。林凡眉头一皱，认出那是那个山寨的二当家，心中冷笑。

“怎么，还想继续纠缠？我看你是活腻歪了。”林凡冷冷地开口，二当家挣扎着想爬起来，却发现自己全身动弹不得。他咬牙切齿地看着林凡，眼中满是怨恨。

“林凡，你给我等着，总有一天我会让你后悔今天的所作所为！”二当家气急败坏地吼道，说完就昏死过去。

林凡摇了摇头， Such a Lose! He walked away without hesitation, his mind already on his next challenge. Just then, a graceful figure appeared in the distance, her eyes sparkling with mischief. It was Qingxin, the妖王 he had met years ago.

Qingxin landed in front of him, her presence commanding yet playful. "So, you're the famous Lin Fan," she purred, her voice like silk. "I heard you're quite the troublemaker."

林凡眯了眯眼， "And you're the reason I'm in such a hurry," he replied coolly. Qingxin laughed, a sound like wind chimes in the night. "Don't worry, I'll help you deal with these bandits."