Flower Pavilion.

Cheng Lin'er ate the pastries brought by Jiang Ping little by little.

Jiang Ping was silent for a while, and began to knock on the side to let Cheng Lin'er leave the mountain for a while during this time.

It's a pity, I don't know if it's because he didn't hint enough, or if Cheng Lin'er didn't understand it stupidly, it seems that he has made up his mind to stay in the mountain.

"Actually, I don't say anything in front of me at all, as long as I can be like this every day, you can accompany me, I can eat the food you make for me, I am very happy. ”

Cheng Lin'er comforted Jiang Ping, who looked wilted.

Jiang Ping understood, this stupid girl did understand his hints, but her understanding was in the wrong direction.

You know that when you were in school in my previous life, you had to get a zero score for 80% of your Chinese reading comprehension.

Jiang Ping couldn't help but be speechless and held his forehead, a little headache.

Then take your leave and leave.

He didn't want a girl like a flower, but the girl who had liked him withered in the coming tragedy.

But she wanted to rush to the fire, but she really couldn't stop it.

Jiang Ping didn't know what mood he was in when he left, probably because it was a pity, a little ridiculous, and a little self-deprecating.

Looking up at the bright sunshine, Jiang Ping squinted.

The weather is so nice, it's a good time to kill.

Jiang Ping also cut a lot of people in the game in his previous life, both players and NPCs.

After all, if there is no PK game, is it still called a game?

People are not sages, who can guarantee that their mentality is always peaceful, especially in the game, everyone is a grumpy brother, and no one is used to anyone.

Playing games is to come in and be presumptuous, come in to vent, and come in to find death.

In short, it's all over the place.

What do you see, what do you look at is the reason for a big war, simple and unpretentious.

So although he is just a cook, he is a good hand at chopping meat with a kitchen knife, and he is not soft at cutting people.

Otherwise, you won't be able to see his name at the end of the combat power rankings, and the combat power thing, if you don't have a record, it won't be tenable.

However, when you become an NPC, those NPCs around you become living people, and the illusory world becomes real, it feels a bit inappropriate to casually cut people.

It's like in the real world, no matter how bad your mood is, no matter how much you hate a person, and how much you want him to be hit by a car when you go out, if you really choose to kill someone and embark on the road of crime, it is basically the most desperate choice with no way out.

This is the most basic moral code in the human heart.

As for those psychopaths, things that cost people's lives because of a little thing can no longer be called human, they are just beasts and beasts in human skin.

So although he was very arrogant in his heart before, and he was about to raise all the ashes at every turn, when Jiang Ping really made this decision, he still had some feelings.

What made him such a pure and beautiful boy become an executioner whose hands were about to be stained with blood?

It's this cannibalistic world!

......

Night.

The bright moon is bright, making the surrounding stars lose their color.

It's still a familiar time, a familiar joint place.

The old man with a gloomy face stood in front of Jiang Ping and threw the antidote of this month into his arms, along with a small packet of medicinal powder wrapped in yellow oilskin paper.

"I don't care what method you use to put this into the whole kitchen meal. ”

"What is this?"

Jiang Ping pinched the medicine bag and asked curiously.

The old man's eyes were cold: "This is not what you should ask, all you have to do is obedience." ”

"The operation is about to begin, right?"

Jiang Ping's eyes were lowered, making it difficult to see his expression, but his tone was playful.

The old man's tone was slightly cold: "You have too many words today, you shouldn't ask, it's better not to ask." ”

"Poof!"

Jiang Ping suddenly chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?"

The killer career of dancing on the tightrope for many years made the old man very keen, and he suddenly felt a little more alert in his heart, took a few steps back, and his face was gloomy.

The air began to fill with a dangerous aura, as if a small goat standing in front of him had suddenly turned into a big bad wolf grinding its teeth and ready to pounce at any moment.

"I just thought that I would never see your old face again, so I couldn't help but laugh secretly. ”

Jiang Ping raised his head and showed a bright and sunny smile.

"But it's not right, who knows what kind of true face is hidden under your disgusting old face, maybe your face is full of pockmarks. ”

"What the hell do you mean?"

The old man looked at the young man who suddenly went crazy and talked nonsense, the alarm bell in his heart kept ringing, he wanted to take a few more steps back, but his face did not allow him to do so.

"It's not interesting, I just want you to talk a few more words with me, otherwise how can I wait for you to have a drug seizure. ”

Jiang Ping grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, all shiny.

"Huh?!"

The old man felt that his legs and feet were weak, and he couldn't lift his strength all of a sudden, and he was angry and frightened

"You poisoned me?!"

"Ten spices are soft and loose, colorless and tasteless, after eating, the whole body is crispy and soft, yes, I wasted a lot of effort to get it. ”

Jiang Ping explained very intimately.

The old man silently exercised, wanting to relieve the medicinal properties, and at the same time procrastinated:

"No way, Shixiang Soft Tendon Powder only works by eating, when did you give me the medicine?"

Jiang Ping still didn't make a move, it seemed that he had been holding back for a long time and wanted to chatter.

"Of course, when you eat tonight, the sauerkraut and shredded pork soup for dinner is delicious, I see you drink a lot.

How hard it is to work and sweep the floor every day, why didn't I want to arrange a good identity for myself when you got in, am I right, Uncle Wu?"

The old man tore off the human skin mask on his face, revealing a simple and honest middle-aged face, which was none other than a servant in charge of sprinkling and sweeping work inside the door.

Jiang Ping met with him a few times, and sometimes greeted him very warmly.

"How did you see through my true colors?"

"Do you want to know? ”

Jiang Ping was like a cat playing with a mouse, watching the middle-aged man struggle in front of him, embarrassed.

"By the way, I forgot to say just now, in addition to the Ten Spices Soft Tendon San, I also added an extra Xiaoyuan pill, to be honest, just to get these two flavor medicines, I spent more than a hundred taels of silver, and you can be regarded as a well-deserved death. ”

"You?!"

The middle-aged man still wanted to speak, but Jiang Ping didn't give him a chance anymore.

He said so much, just to delay enough time to make the medicine attack, otherwise with his martial arts level, it was very likely that he would be killed in case of counterattack.

In Jiang Ping's eyes, the middle-aged man's details have long been picked up by him.

How did you find out who you are?

I have a panel message prompt, are you stupid?

[Name: Wu Qi]

[Identity: Night Rain Building Bronze Medal Killer]

[Level: 18]

[Realm: Eight-Rank Martial Artist]

[Danger level: high → very low]