"Hey, wake up, wake up......"

With a snapping sound, Yan Po opened her eyes in a daze, feeling a tingling pain in her face.

So it's just a slap in the face.

"Whew, finally woke up. ”

Jiang Ping let out a long breath, rubbed his hands, and complained to Yan Po:

"You're so thick-skinned, my hands are going to be sore. ”

Yan Po's eyes suddenly sharpened, and she was about to kill the kid in front of her who didn't know the height of the sky.

Don't think that if you're handsome, you can do whatever you want.

Although it is not common to have a handsome guy with such a posture, with her status and profound experience, the number of pampered people can not be counted on both hands.

So if you think she'll be soft-hearted because of this, you're very wrong.

But as soon as she moved, she felt a tingling pain all over her body, her throat was even sweeter, and a mouthful of reverse blood gushed out.

"Oops, I almost forgot to tell you, your whole body has been sealed, and your lower dantian has also been pierced by three silver needles, if you forcibly perform your luck, well, you will vomit blood.

Sorry, you've thrown up. ”

Jiang Ping was babbling, how to listen, how to be cheap.

So, Yan Po vomited another mouthful of blood.

"Who are you? Why don't you dare come out to see me?"

Yan Po sneered, and decided not to be as knowledgeable as the guy in front of her, otherwise she would only vomit blood.

Syllable!

Another slap in the face.

Jiang Ping's face turned ruthless, and he scolded and said:

"Made, don't you look at your current identity, a prisoner, and dare to see the green-robed adult, is the adult you can see if you want to?

Be honest, I'll answer whatever I ask you later, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude. ”

Yan Po didn't get angry, a pair of indifferent eyes looked straight at Jiang Ping, and asked faintly:

"What's your name?"

Jiang Ping snorted coldly: "Why do you want to ask my name, are you planning to take revenge on me in the future?"

"Are you scared? Are you so afraid that I will escape? Or do you not dare to kill me?"

Yan Po asked rhetorically.

Obviously, her tone was very light, but anyone could understand the disdain in her mouth.

"Hehe......"

Jiang Ping sneered again, and said with an indifferent face:

"If the eldest husband doesn't change his name, he doesn't change his surname, Shangguan Tianbao is also!"

Shangguan Tianbao, who was patrolling a branch of Qianzhuang somewhere, suddenly sneezed when he was carrying out the business of the association:

"Which bastard is talking behind my back?"

"Shangguan Tianbao. ”

Yan Po kept this name in her heart, and by the way, Jiang Ping's face.

"Alright, now I ask, you answer, if you can't answer a sentence, I'll cut you in the face. ”

Jiang Ping pulled out a dagger.

The dagger is covered with a shark skin scabbard, which looks unpretentious on the surface, but once it is pulled out, you can see the fish scale-like knife lines on the blade of the dagger, shining in the sun, like ripples on the water surface, very fancy.

"You?!"

Yan Po recognized the dagger in Jiang Ping's hand, which was one of her treasures.

It is called a thousand blades, a famous weapon quality, and once the wound is cut, it will produce a tearing effect that cannot be healed for a long time.

It's her favorite tool to punish her subordinates.

I didn't expect to use it on myself one day.

"What am I, my name?"

Jiang Ping put the dagger on Yan Po's face.

"You, don't shake your hands. ”

Yan Po gave in.

In dignity and face, she chose the face.

I don't know how much effort it took to maintain her face to its current state, and if it was cut by a thousand blades, decades of hard work would be ruined.

Even if you can kill the bastard in front of you in the future, it won't help.

"Yan Po. ”

"I asked you for your real name, don't fool me with a nickname, this is the first warning, if it is next time, I will really be rude. ”

Jiang Ping asked again, "Name?"

“...... White florets. ”

Jiang Ping was silent for a while, and said, "You didn't lie to me?"

What the heck?

Anyway, he is also the number one person in the Demon Gate, and he is called the name of a little white flower, but it is too dramatic.

Yan Po sneered, "Since the green robe handed me over to you, didn't he tell you my name?"

Don't talk nonsense and get straight to your purpose. ”

"Refreshing. ”

Jiang Ping praised it, and then asked:

"Gender?"

Yan Po took a deep breath, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but shed a trace of blood.

Then she felt a biting pain on her face, as if countless ants were crawling on it, tearing at her skin with their mouthparts.

"Grind, I'm kidding you. ”

Jiang Ping wiped the blood from the knife, flicked the dagger, let out a nice soft groan, and then put the dagger on the other side of Yan Po's face again.

"The wound was very shallow, but this time it may not be. ”

"Female. ”

Yan Po almost gritted her teeth and spit out the word.

She had never been humiliated in this way.

Wait, you're going to die a terrible death!

At this time, she only had to be ruthless in her heart, thinking about the scene of revenge in the future so that she could barely lose her mind.

"Age?"

"Sixty-two. ”

"I didn't expect you to be my grandmother, tsk, it's well maintained. ”

Jiang Ping's frivolous evaluation made Yan Po once again break through her psychological bottom line.

She gritted her teeth and swore again that she would never let go of this hateful, disgusting bastard in front of her!

"What kind of position do you hold in the Demon Gate?"

"Yan Po. ”

"I didn't ask you your nickname, do you understand your position, that is, what do you usually do?"

"Responsible for supervision, as well as selection and training of new disciples. ”

"Well, what is your relationship with Murong Immortal?"

As soon as she heard this question, Yan Po's eyes instantly cleared, she glanced at Jiang Ping deeply, and a fragment flashed in her mind.

It was a man with a languid temperament lying on a large white dog.

It's just that she was fighting while retreating, just swept away, if it weren't for the man's outstanding appearance and unique temperament, she might not have left an impression.

It turns out that they have seen it a long time ago.

But just as she was thinking, she was stabbed in the face again, and the familiar pain struck again.

"Made, don't look at your current situation, what else you want to have, look again, look at it again, and then look at it, and then look at it, do you believe it or not?"

Jiang Ping's scolding words once again plunged Yan Po into extreme anger, and at the same time, there was a trace of fear that even she didn't want to believe.

At this time, she hadn't discovered that this game had been firmly controlled by Jiang Ping from the beginning.

In the dialogue that seems to be a scoundrel and a cheap trick, it is the beginning of her fall step by step, and it is also a ruthless move to break her defense.

"Master and apprentice, she is my apprentice. ”

At this point, Yan Po just wanted to end the interrogation and get the knife away from her face.

Kongshan Dao people?

Jiang Ping remembered that he and the wine immortal, Tie Guanyin, had talked about the situation of the Murong family, and the person Murong Chun was most likely to turn to.

It turned out that after a long time, the biggest traitor was invited back by themselves, and there would be no ghosts until they were destroyed.

But I have to confirm again.

"Are you from Kongshan Dao?"

Yan Po nodded: "That's right, this is an identity I used before. ”

Yes, that's right.

Sure enough, opening a vest is a common hobby of the bigwigs.

"Why did you arrest her?"

Yan Po paused for a moment and said, "She is a natural pure yin body, and she is one of the furnaces I have chosen for this generation of Holy Son.

With her pure yin qi, the Holy Son's grasp of breaking through the Great Grandmaster can be increased by at least one percent. ”

There was one more sentence she didn't say.

Once the Holy Son breaks through the Great Grandmaster, he can reconcile with her Yin and Yang in turn, helping her break through the Great Grandmaster.

Well, this is the traditional art of the Demon Gate.

Primordial Son, contemporary Yan Jun.

Jiang Ping smashed his mouth, and suddenly felt deep jealousy.

It turns out that there is also this benefit of being a holy son, and the little wives have been picked by others since childhood, and they also help cultivate them.

It's one of them, but it's-

It's so enviable!

It's a pity that it's not easy to wash white, he finally has a pseudo-decent image, and he can't waste it casually.

Otherwise, follow Qiye into the Demon Gate, and maybe you can be a holy son.

The welfare of the Demon Gate is really good, and I will give it to my wife.

This wish, which had been fantasized about by male compatriots for countless years, was actually fulfilled ahead of schedule by the notorious Demon Gate.

Although it is selectively distributed, a small step by the Demon Gate is a big step in the evolution of the entire marriage relationship between men and women.

Jiang Ping snorted, put away the envy in his eyes, and asked the last question:

"Who the hell is that sword-wielding bastard?"

Anyone who steals his limelight is a bastard.

And he didn't believe it, it was really such a coincidence, this person happened to pass by here, and just heard the news that Murong Xianxian was being hunted down, and just when Murong Xianxian was lonely and helpless, he fell from the sky.

So much just right, that is, it has been deliberate and planned for a long time.

After all, not everyone is like him, his heart is as shining as gold, he is helpful, he doesn't ask for anything in return, and he pulls out his sword to help when he has nothing to do.

And even if he is as good as him, he still has the slightest idea of being unspoken, let alone others.

There must be a ghost in this man!