Chapter Fifty-Eight: I Do My Best with My Eyes

Qiu Ba sneered and looked at the approaching knife.

The heartbeat instantly increased by two degrees.

He felt like a chivalrous man who sacrificed his life for righteousness in the mouth of the storyteller at the moment, and he did not give in to the sword, and even scolded him, which was really unpleasant.

He was almost touched by himself.

Then, a white light flashed, and an arm with a knife flew over his head.

With a whoosh, he almost smashed the crowd of onlookers.

The arrogant smile on Du Zijun's face instantly froze, turning into a miserable pain, he trembled, his lips opened, and he couldn't close them for a long time.

The eyeballs bulged violently, and blood red surged around the eye sockets, like dead fish on the board of a vegetable market.

When the pain is extreme, it is dead silence!

"Daddy?"

Qiu Ba stared blankly at the figure blocking in front of him.

"Is there anyone else who will save you at this time besides me?"

Qiu Daoyu looked at Qiu Ba's tragic situation at this moment, and a boiling anger appeared in the depths of his eyes, but on the surface, he reprimanded:

"If you really don't want to die, you still kill me, don't you think you're great, you're awesome, phew, you've learned badly from your son.

In a word, if you die, what's the use of everyone giving you a burial?

Will you survive? Can God pay me another son?

Remember, your life is not only your own, but also your mother's, your father's, you are not allowed to die without my permission!

Do you hear that?!"

Qiu Ba nodded stupidly, followed by a silly smile on his face.

Is this what it feels like to be protected?

It's as if I've forgotten the pain.

This domineering president Fan is awesome!

Jiang Ping, who came later, silently praised it in his heart.

Looking at Qiu Ba's stupid appearance again, he must have been moved by his father's explosive father's power.

The name of the magic knife is not touted by the rivers and lakes, but achieved with swords and corpses.

It's just that now is not the time for him to show up.

Thinking about it, Jiang Ping's lips moved, and it was a rare bundle of sound in the rivers and lakes, transmitting sound for thousands of miles.

To put it simply, it's a whisper for the premium version.

As a future grandmaster-level martial artist who was only half a step away from breaking through, although Jiang Ping's combat strength was not good, these small methods were clear.

Thousands of miles of sound, eye waves to convey feelings, Gang gas flowers, Tianmen artillery......

Back then, he relied on this trick to hook up...... Phew, I have cultivated a lot of loyal female diners.

Therefore, even if there is no secret book to teach, Jiang Ping still has a lot of research spirit that is reliable.

This simple version of the sound transmission of thousands of miles is a small test of the knife, although it cannot be as sonorous and powerful as the great grandmaster, but within three zhang, it can still be heard clearly.

Qiu Daoyu's eyes moved, and he nodded silently, as if he agreed with what Jiang Ping said.

Du Zijun broke an arm, and the blood flowed as if he didn't want money, and his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He hurriedly connected his two big holes, barely stopped the bleeding, and then shouted in panic:

"Call someone, call someone quickly!"

The servants behind him, one rushed into the door behind him to call someone, and the other took out a small firework from his bosom and pulled the lead hard.

Sou!!!

Disheveled!

As a rocket lifted off into the air and exploded, a large wolf head emerged in the daylight.

The official next to him also turned pale:

"Wolf Head Order! He's crazy? Damn, damn it! How many people are going to die this time?!"

"No, I need to call someone!"

Thinking about it, the catcher quickly drilled into the crowd.

I don't know if I ran away or if I really asked someone to go.

"This is the wolf head order of the evil wolf gang, as soon as the wolf head comes out, there is no grass, as long as the gang sees the signal, no matter what they are doing, they must put down their work and rush here.

Everyone, run, when the Wolves come, they won't be able to run!"

The enthusiastic crowd on the scene who knows the goods reminds everyone.

Thereupon......

Rumble!

"Don't push me!"

"Let the boss go first!"

"Oops, my shoes!"

"Miss, your skirt has fallen!"

"Where, where?"

......

In a short moment, the doors and windows of the street that was still lively just now were suddenly closed, and the pedestrians disappeared, leaving only a pair of eyes hiding in the dark.

This?

Jiang Ping was originally hidden in the crowd, but as soon as he didn't pay attention, the people around him ran away.

The skillful pace and neat escape posture make people worry about the local security situation.

"Look, haven't you seen such a handsome guy as me?"

Seeing Du Zijun's servant staring at him, Jiang Ping unceremoniously slammed him up, and then silently found a place to hide.

Of course, before this, he had already given Qiu Daoyu a look assist, which was a little bit of a effort.

"You're all going to die! Dare to break my arm, you still have you, you, and you old thing, all of you will die!"

Du Zijun was crazy and scolded.

The Du family finally came out, about a dozen servants, including four or five maidservants, who seemed to have made up the numbers.

"Jun'er, what's wrong with you? If something happens to you, my mother won't live anymore!"

A beautiful lady shouted with a crying voice.

"I'm not dead yet, it's too early to mourn. ”

Du Zijun said impatiently.

The pain of his broken arm kept him in a state of explosiveness.

As for the other middle-aged man who looked like Du Zijun's father, he didn't say anything at the moment, and his eyes were quite calm.

Boom Boom Boom !!

With neat steps, as if the momentum of black clouds pressing down on the city, a group of black-clothed disciples with wolf heads embroidered on their chests walked out of the streets and alleys, there were hundreds of people, and the entire street was surrounded in a blink of an eye.

The pressure of the eyes alone is enough to make an ordinary person collapse in an instant.

"Sorry, let's let let's let, thank you. ”

Jiang Ping thanked him all the way, provoked a group of white eyes, and finally found a good position by the window, just in time to see a big battle below.

"Tsk, this look is pretty good. ”

Looking at Qiu Daoyu, who did not change his face and faced hundreds of Evil Wolf Gang disciples with his own strength, Jiang Ping secretly praised in his heart.

Thinking that he can also concave like this in the future.

After all, pretending to be forced is an innate talent and need deep in everyone's soul.

"This man is dead. ”

An experienced looking man next to him spoke up.

"What do you mean by that?"

Someone praised it at the right time.

The man cleared his throat and said with a pointing momentum:

"Everyone knows that the second master of the Du family is the second leader of the Evil Wolf Gang, and this second master Du has no children under his knees so far, and he has always regarded this Du Zijun as his own.

There are even rumors that this Du Zijun is the biological son of Du Erye, and now Du Zijun has broken an arm, do you say that with Du Erye's temper, can there be a living person here?"

"What? Du Zijun is the illegitimate son of Second Master Du?"

"Isn't that the uncle of the Du family...... Green-haired turtle?"

"Don't say it, this Du Zijun's mother is really more and more flavorful the more I look at it, if I am Du Erye, maybe I want to, hehe......"

......

Sure enough, coloring is the fastest way to stir up a conversation.

Jiang Ping expressed his condemnation of such an unhealthy trend in his heart, and then unceremoniously glanced at Du Zijun's wife a few more times.

Don't say it's ripe!

At this time, a middle-aged man with a height of no more than six feet and two sexy mustaches at the corners of his mouth came out of the Evil Wolf Gang.

He held two large iron beads in his palms, which made a clattering sound in the rhythm of his steps.

"Tell me, how do you want to die?"