"Help!"

The words were correct and round, and the hearty voice for help shouted out of Jiang Ping's mouth.

After a while, a majestic cry came from next door:

"Hey, Lao Qiu, what's wrong?"

Then I saw a sturdy brain melon seed crawling up the partition wall, a greasy middle-aged man with a two-layer chin.

Qiu Daoyu looked at Jiang Ping, who seemed to have found a hostage at this moment, with a fearless face, and then looked at the middle-aged man with a puzzled face, and laughed dryly:

"It's okay, Lao Wang, my relatives from afar are playing with me. ”

"Are you really okay?!"

The middle-aged old Wang glanced at the noble Jiang Ping with a suspicious gaze, and was shocked, but he didn't expect that his unattractive Lao Qiu family would have such a rich relative.

Somehow, he suddenly felt empty, as if he had lost something.

"It's okay, Lao Wang, why are you free at home today, don't you kill pigs?"

Qiu Daoyu asked.

The middle-aged old man sighed and said:

"It's not the girl in my family, I've only been married for half a year, and now I'm clamoring for a divorce.

What's going on?!

I'm scared to death now, and it's not neat to kill pigs, and last time I stabbed thirteen times in a row, only to end up with a pig, drenched in my blood, the pig is in pain, and I am also in pain.

If I knew this, it would be better to marry my daughter to your little eight, no matter how I said it, we grew up together, I know the roots, and I am not afraid of my daughter being wronged. ”

The middle-aged old man retracted his head and felt sorry for himself.

He had finally figured out why he had just felt uncomfortable.

It turned out that her daughter got married early.

At the beginning, he disliked that Lao Qiu's son was a little hooligan and had no proper occupation, and Lao Qiu was a sick ghost and a drunkard, so he was afraid that he would drag his daughter down, so he dried himself.

Look at it now, people's rich relatives have come to the door, and they will not be developed in the future?

It's a pity that he doesn't have a second daughter.

After such a short chat, Qiu Daoyu's knife momentum was stunned, and then it declined again, and then exhausted.

The black knife in his hand slipped and plunged directly into the floor as if it were cutting tofu.

The portal that opened in his head closed violently at the same time, and the decay on his face became rich in an instant.

In fact, he only has the power of a sword.

Raising a knife for two days is just to send a knife today.

But in Jiang Ping's shameless voice for help, he didn't even have a chance to be excited.

Qiu Daoyu looked at the energetic Jiang Ping, suddenly sighed, closed his eyes and said:

"The rivers and lakes are a big reincarnation, I used to come to the door to kill the whole family in order to avenge my personal revenge, and now there are people who come to kill me.

Maybe that's fate.

Boy, do it!"

Jiang Ping finally understood one thing now, when talking to this kind of patient with slight mental illness, don't make a fool of yourself, otherwise you may not know what other people's brains will look like.

In the eyes of some people, the truth is only the one that is always made up in their own brains.

As for how others interpret it, it cannot shake their cognition.

Maybe it's called the will of the bar.

Thankfully, it's not too bad right now.

At the same time, Jiang Ping also warned himself in his heart that this kind of lonely door-to-door risky work would be better to do less in the future.

Even if you know some historical processes, it is not a panacea, and the devil knows if you will meet a second mentally ill person.

As far as he knew, all those who were advanced in martial arts seemed to have some minor mental problems.

Now it's not the time for him to die if he wants to.

"I can heal your wounds. ”

Jiang Ping said.

"Huh?"

Qiu Daoyu, who was waiting for death with his eyes closed, opened his eyes.

Jiang Ping stared at Qiu Daoyu's cloudy, withered yellow eyes, and said seriously:

"I can heal you!"

Qiu Daoyu's eyes seemed to have a glimmer of light:

"You know what you're talking about?"

"It's just a little bit of a fire. ”

Jiang Ping looked like this.

Qiu Daoyu shook his head and smiled slightly mockingly:

"What do you think of the Demon Venerable Nine Shadows' Netherworld Ghost Fire Great Mudra? It's just a small yin fire?Boy, what makes you so confident?!"

However, Jiang Ping's words still gave him a glimmer of hope that had long been struck by reality.

The other most important point is that Jiang Ping really does not seem to be the heir of his enemy.

After all, in his current state, it is not too difficult to take his life.

It turned out to be the Demon Venerable Nine Shadows?

Hum!

I'm afraid you don't know that standing in front of you is the future Demon Venerable Innocence, and there is a good brother who worships the devil Seven Nights.

Just ask if you're afraid?

What Demon Venerable Nine Shadows, sooner or later, he will be pushed to death on the beach by the back waves.

Jiang Ping was ruthless in his heart, and finally suppressed the timidity that he had born after hearing the name of the Demon Venerable.

God knows that Qiu Daoyu offended such a big man.

Demon Venerable Nine Shadows, the contemporary great master of the Demon Gate, as for the other masters of the Netherworld Ghost Valley, the ruler of the reincarnation of the divine soldiers, the second nightmare of the righteous people, and the heart-stealing thief of thousands of girls......

Do these jumbled names matter?

Of course it's important!

Any name in this can make Ye Yulou, who is now chasing him, unable to raise his head.

Not to mention, the name of a great master alone is enough to shock half of the rivers and lakes.

How did that hanging hair resist the pressure of the Nine Demon Venerables back then?

Jiang Ping thought of the so-called noble identity who had subdued Qiu Daoyu.

Made, the status of the prince is amazing!

Seeing that Jiang Ping's face became cloudy after hearing the name of the Nine Demon Venerables, Qiu Daoyu was even more convinced that Jiang Ping had no malicious intentions.

Otherwise, he would have been very happy at this moment.

But on the surface, Qiu Daoyu smiled strangely:

"What's the matter? When I heard the name of the Demon Venerable, I was so frightened that I couldn't speak. ”

"Since you can find out my identity, then you can tell that guy in Jiuyou, maybe when he is happy, he can reward you with a few bones to eat.

Hahaha......"

Hearing this, Jiang Ping gritted his teeth.

If you want to eat meat, you can't be afraid of being beaten.

For him now, the Nine Demon Venerables who are far away in the sky are not important, and it is the most important thing to solve the current crisis.

Many of the projects he took over had to use Qiu Daoyu, the grandmaster.

Without him, even if he breaks through in level and reaches the realm of a grandmaster, he can't bluff too many people, after all, he can't improve his combat effectiveness all of a sudden.

He wants to develop, he wants to snatch meat from other people's mouths to eat, what is the most important thing?

Fists are the most important!

Qiu Daoyu is his hardest fist.

"Seniors don't have to provoke me, since I came to the door, I'm not afraid of trouble later. ”

Jiang Ping rarely showed a bit of responsibility.

"If I can heal my senior's injury, I need my senior to do something for me. ”

Qiu Daoyuqi said:

"You're really not afraid of the Demon Venerable Nine Shadows?

Back then, I opened the gate of heaven and broke through the grandmaster, which was considered high-spirited, but I only felt that I was the only one in the rivers and lakes.

Then on the back road, when he met the Demon Venerable Nine Shadows, he didn't agree with each other, so he drew his sword and faced each other.

At that time, he was still in the realm of the grandmaster, the Nine Styles of the Netherworld, and he only used the three styles of the Great Mudra to break the magic knife Black Shadow that I relied on to become famous.

He spared me my life to die in agony.

If you cure me, he will definitely come to you when he knows about it, so don't leave it to chance. ”

Jiang Ping snorted: "If I say I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid!"

At this time, he only felt that his palms were full of sweat.

Qiu Daoyu laughed:

"Okay, if you're not afraid, why should I be afraid?! If you want to use my magic knife, then take it!"