"A girl's family, it's better to pay attention to your words and deeds, so as not to make people disgusting. Shen Qiye said calmly.

The dozen or so entourages who were originally sitting around got up almost at the same time and surrounded Shen Qiye in the center.

"Someone" took two steps back, and the originally delicate little face seemed to be distorted by anger and the marks of the bowl.

"Okay, very good, a good apprentice taught by Master Ling, who knows how to buckle a bowl in the face of a girl's family. ”

Shen Qiye was a little sad and said, "I'm really sorry, I just wanted to block your mouth, but I have bad eyes since I was a child, and I can't see where your mouth is, so I have to buckle my whole face." ”

After a pause, Shen Qiye continued: "Or maybe your mouth is too big. If you don't buckle your face, you may not be able to cover it. ”

"Someone" laughed angrily and said, "It turns out that he is a blind man, so maybe your master is not as ugly as Miss Ben." Why should I deal with a fool who deceives himself?"

Shen Qiye also smiled, his smile made people look very real, there are not many men who smile so heroically in the world. And apart from Li Xinyue, there are not many masters who can teach the kung fu of laughter so well.

"I did think that you should also be a beauty, at least a beauty who won't lose too much to my master. But now, I think you're as ugly as you are. ”

"Bastard!"

An accompanying bodyguard immediately couldn't listen to it, and rolled up his sleeves and wanted to make a move. And Shen Qiye was still talking to himself: "As the saying goes, the Tao is born from the heart, listening to what you say is so unbearable, how scary should that face be?"

Who knew that she stopped the bodyguard this time, and smiled proudly at Shen Qiye:

"Then if I tell you that your wine is poisonous, how ugly should I be?"

"Is there poison in the wine?" Shen Qiye asked, drinking another bowl.

"Joke, didn't your master teach you that the rivers and lakes are sinister, can't you drink the wine invited by others?"

"Then what kind of poison are you, why don't I feel it at all?" Shen Qiye was still drinking, but the corners of his eyes had begun to ooze blood.

"Have you ever heard of 'Seven Nights Broken Souls'?"

The smile in her eyes was even bigger, as if it was really fun to poison someone.

"This is the world-famous poison of my Jiangnan Murong family. The eggs in the powder enter the wine, which is colorless and tasteless, and since you take it, it begins to suck the nutrients in your body to grow. If you don't take the antidote on the seventh night, you'll be eaten dry. ”

Shen Qiye smiled bitterly: "This name is really good, it seems to be specially used to kill me, but we are only meeting for the first time, why do you want me to die?"

"Miss Ben is not interested in your life or death, but she just sees that you are good at nails, and wants you to help me kill someone on a whim. ”

"Help you kill?"

"Within seven days, if you can give me the head of He Yunsheng, the richest man in Jiangnan, you can get an antidote. ”

"Are you so sure I'll help you?" asked Shen Qiye.

"There are very few people who are not afraid of death. She said.

"Even if you are really not afraid of death, you definitely don't want your precious master to collect a dried corpse that has been bitten by poisonous insects. ”

Shen Qiye wouldn't help anyone kill someone, the death of the bartender already made him very unhappy, but "someone" hit the nail on the head. This blind boy is afraid of Li Xinyue, afraid that her old man will be sad, she is a person who loves to laugh, how can the blind boy be willing to let her cry?

"After the matter is completed, the Murong Mansion in Jiangnan will report the name of the eldest lady Murong You, and naturally someone will take you to me to get the antidote. If you don't do it casually, I won't force you. ”

Murong You's laughter became farther and farther away, but it became more and more harsh to listen to.

Shen Qiye finally couldn't help it and sat down on the ground. The coughed up wine and blood spilled on the ground, giving off a sour stench.

Murong You still had a conscience and left him a few ingots of silver. Maybe Murong You knew that if this stupid boy didn't even have money, he wouldn't be able to live for seven days without her poisoning.

Putting aside the woman who always likes to say that he is stupid, Shen Qiye's brain is definitely better than ordinary people.

He went to the bazaar to buy decent clothes, disguised himself and Jiangnan to find out about He Yunsheng's residence from businessmen to find out what he did and whether he should be killed. Then he found the most senior craftsman in the city to help him make twelve silver nails, and carved some patterns on each nail.

plus secretly went to Hefu to send a post, it took less than a day in total.

If it weren't for the next three days being used by him to drink, He Yunsheng would not have had the opportunity to be afraid of the four days.

If it weren't for the fact that he accidentally knew that He Yunsheng was He Wei's younger brother in a crowded wine shop, Shen Qiye would probably still be hiding in this inappropriate shop to drink, and not killing him under the pretext of being drunk.

The old things that should be known will always be known, and Li Xinyue has neither wanted to make this little ghost let go of hatred in recent years, nor did he want him to be obsessed with revenge. She had told him about the destruction of the Shen family twelve years ago, and as for what he wanted to do, Li Xinyue felt that it was best to follow his heart.

Dark clouds obscure the moon.

If He Yunsheng knew that the young man who walked in from outside the door at this moment had let him live for three more days, he would definitely not know whether to cry or laugh. He only knew that when Shen Qiye walked in front of him, he just wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh.

But Hong Wanhua beside him didn't think so, because the Lost Wanhua hand had challenged the Southern Shaolin Great Fanban Ruozhang - Master Kongming, and more than 100 moves were still undecided. In the end, it was the abbot who came forward to persuade this Mr. Hong Da to leave. It is rumored that after the war, Kong Ming was bedridden in the temple for half a month before he recovered from his injuries.

In this way, the Lost Wanderer became famous.

Therefore, Hong Wanhua dared to stand in front of He Yunsheng and dared to ask disdainfully.

"You're the one who bowed down?"

Shen Qiye said with a sense of wine: "Yes, I ordered the post." However, the name of this payment is not good, and it is all because of a little girl who wants to poison me. ”

Hong Wanhua listened to him say some nonsensical words, and she was still drunk, and she was furious.

"Ge Laozi, no matter what bullshit name you have, if you don't slap your head today, you little hairy kid still thinks it's so easy to be a killer!"

Scolding in his mouth, Hong Wanhua's figure has already shifted, and the Lost Wanhua Hand suddenly made dozens of moves in an instant! This strange palm technique is like an ambush on all sides, and Shen Qiye has already decided to dodge.

Master He, who was next to Hong Wanhua, finally laughed, laughing more ugly than crying, because he was originally going to cry.

Hong Wanhua also smiled, as soon as this soul-chasing boy died, He Yunsheng didn't know how to thank him.

But their smiles froze on their faces for a long time, and then they both fell.

Shen Qiye sighed and said to himself: "If you didn't underestimate the afterlife, and you didn't underestimate the enemy, you wouldn't necessarily die so quickly. ”

But if a person can die laughing, there is nothing wrong with that.

Shen Qiye, the hand of ten thousand flowers, couldn't dodge, but he didn't want to dodge either!

When Hong Wanhua moved, he saw the general shadow of the person. Then, he also moved, and faster than the Lost Wanhua Hand! A silver steel nail instantly passed through Hong Wanhua's iron palm that had made more than a dozen moves, and pierced his throat.

He Yunsheng was born relatively short, so the bloody silver nail that came out of the back of Hong Wanhua's neck and inserted it right into his skull.

Originally, Shen Qiye thought that he would have to spend some more effort to kill this Master He, but the distance between the three of them became very close when Hong Wanhua made a move.

Good luck.

Shen Qiye didn't know that tonight's good luck would make him "Soul Chaser" spread all over the rivers and lakes, and since then there have been constant troubles. He only knew that if he hadn't had this luck today, maybe it would have been more troublesome.

The Lost Shadow hand still hit him on the left shoulder, and the blow was not light. Coupled with the bite of poisonous insects for several days, his face was already as white as paper.

In the end, he seemed to crawl to the Murong Mansion, and as for whether he climbed there alive, he didn't know very well.