After saying this, Joyce stood up and asked me to step back, then clenched her fists with both hands, tied her feet into a horse-step style, her right fist slowly stretched out, and her mouth read: "Su Su, when I was a child, you asked me to teach you martial arts, and I refused your request, and now my sister will teach you this set of Tianma boxing, I hope you will know and forgive your sister for being indifferent to you before." ”

As she spoke, two lines of hot tears rolled down, slid across her beautiful cheeks, and dripped to the ground.

Seeing this, none of us spoke, we all looked at Joyce quietly, even those who were eating outside, there were many people around the door, staring at Joyce with dead eyes, some praised Joyce's affection, and some condemned Joyce, saying that she came to the mourning hall to show off her martial arts, and she kept talking.

I roughly calculated that half of the people who said that Joyce valued love and righteousness, and most people said that Joyce came to the mourning hall to show off her power. This can't be helped, the grievances and hatred between Joyce and Su Mengke, how many people in the entire Ten Thousand Towers don't know?

After about three or four minutes of practice, Joyce finally stopped what she was doing, made a standard martial artist movement towards the coffin, and said: "Su Su, this set of Tianma Fist is the secret of the master, and his old man asked me not to pass it on to outsiders, I hope you can understand my hardships back then." ”

As she spoke, she squatted down, held her head in her hands, cried bitterly, and kept saying in her mouth: "Su Su, I was sorry for you back then, I shouldn't have regarded you as an enemy, it's all my fault, when I was in Quyang, I followed Chen Jiu, you wouldn't die, you wouldn't die." ”

The more she cried, the more fierce she became, we were stunned for a moment, I never thought that Joyce would stage this scene in the mourning hall, let alone that Joyce would cry so sadly, perhaps, I don't understand the emotions between them, and I don't understand the feelings between women and women.

However, the crying in front of her, I know it is true, she has no drama, and she has no other thoughts, only sadness for Su Mengke's death.

Thinking of this, I walked up to her, patted her gently on the shoulder, and said, "Joyce, people can't be resurrected from death. ”

She ignored me, still crying very loudly, until she was tired of crying, she stopped her mouth, glanced at me lightly, and then glanced at Wang Chuyao, and said in a deep voice: "Ninth Master, I hope you treat Su Su like a man, don't get too close to the messy woman at her funeral, if Su Su sees it, she will be sad and sad." ”

I nodded heavily and explained, "I am just friends with Chu Yao, not what you think. ”

She glared at me and said, "It's all called Shang Chu Yao, or is it an ordinary friend?" ”

Hearing her say this, I didn't know how to explain to her, so I glanced at Wang Chuyao, just like that, I was stunned, that Wang Chuyao didn't know what was going on, she actually cried into tears, tears like beans fell out of her eyes, a pair of eyes stared at Joyce, and murmured: "Sister Qiao, Sister Qiao, Sister Qiao." ”

As she spoke, she ran towards Joyce, hugged Joyce, and shouted hysterically: "Sister Joe, I'm sorry for you." ”

Joyce didn't seem to react, and pushed her away, and said, "Little girl, what are you doing here?" Do I know you well? Again, don't blame me for being rude to you. ”

"Sister Joe, I... I.... That Wang Chuyao was stunned for a moment, and withdrew her arm stupidly, and suddenly, she smiled, smiled very brightly, and said, "Sister Qiao, you will always be my sister." ”

As soon as she heard this, Joyce frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Little girl, I don't know you well, I can't stand your sister, and I don't have the blessing to be your sister, in addition, I send you a piece of advice, the ninth master is a family man, I hope you stay away from her." ”

She nodded, smiled at Joyce, and said with a playful smile: "Hehe, I know you like Brother Nine, and you are afraid that I will snatch your Brother Nine." ”

"Nonsense!" Joyce glared at her, "Who likes that flowery guy, I only like myself." ”

"Hehe, you deceived us, you can't fool yourself." When Wang Chuyao said this, he walked over to me and said, "Brother Jiu, don't let down Sister Qiao, be careful that I hit you." ”

Listening to their words, I feel inexplicable, this Wang Chuyao is not sick, right? After a while, his face turned into tears, and now he became a hippie smile.

At that moment, he learned Chen Tiannan's tone and said to her: "Children, don't worry about adults, just stay on the side with peace of mind." ”

"Yes, follow the orders of the ninth brother." She made a grimace at me, and ran to Joyce's side, grabbed Joyce's arm, and Joyce struggled a few times, pulled her arm out, and she wrapped it up again, several times in a row, every time Joyce pulled out her arm, she would put Joyce's arm on her wrist, and then smile at Joyce, and in the end, Joyce was really helpless, so she had to let her hold her arm.

Seeing this, I couldn't laugh or cry, and I didn't say anything, so I drove out the people who were gathered at the door of the mourning hall, and asked Chen Tiannan and Lang Gao to guard the door, and told them not to let anyone in.

With all this arranged, I exhaled heavily, walked to the edge of the coffin, held the dagger in my right hand, and made a heavy stroke against the veins of my left hand.

In an instant, the blood rushed out, and I almost cried out in pain, but fortunately, I always remembered the effect of blood, and hurriedly poured the blood towards the bottom of the coffin, and while pouring it, I shouted to those middle-aged men: "Try the coffin." ”

They hummed, grabbed the coffin with both hands, lifted it upwards hard, and shook their heads at me, "Brother Jiu, you still can't lift it." ”

When I heard this, I didn't speak, so I squatted down next to the coffin, put the vein of my hand against the bottom of the coffin, circled around the coffin, dyed the bottom of the coffin red, and asked them to carry the coffin again.

However, they said something that made me feel energized, they said, "The coffin seems to be a little lighter." ”

With this sentence, I didn't care about the amount of blood or not, so I put the vein of my hand on the head of the coffin, followed the head of the coffin to the end of the coffin, dyed the coffin lid red, and let the big men lift it again.

The result this time is very obvious, the dozen or so middle-aged men can actually break the coffin, which may not feel much when carrying the coffin in ordinary times. At this point, it gave me a motivation because it proved that this method worked.

However, I only cared about being happy, but I forgot that the amount of blood in the human body was limited, and when I was about to pour blood into the coffin again, a feeling of dizziness came, and I shook my feet and almost fell, but fortunately, Joyce's eyes were quick and she helped me, "Ninth Master, is it okay?" ”