"Help!"

The word is straight and full of energy, and the life-saving voice is shouted from Jiang Ping's mouth.

After a while, a powerful scream came from the next door:

"Hey, Lao Qiu, what happened?"

Then I saw a strong head climbing up from the partition wall, a greasy middle-aged man with two chins.

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

"It's okay, Lao Wang, my distant relative is having fun with me."

"It's really okay?"

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

Somehow, he suddenly felt empty and seemed to have lost something.

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

Qiu Daoyu asked.

The middle-aged old Wang sighed and said:

"It's not the girl in my family. She has just married someone for half a year and is now clamoring to get a divorce.

What's the matter with this?!

I am so worried now that I can't kill pigs quickly. Last time I stabbed thirteen times, I only had a pig that was soaked in blood. The pig was in pain, and I was in pain.

If I had known this, I would rather marry my daughter to your Xiaoba. After all, I grew up together. I know the truth and the bottom line, and I am not afraid of my daughter's grievances."

The middle-aged old Wang shrank his head back and complained.

He finally figured out why he was feeling uncomfortable just now.

It turns out that my daughter got married too early.

At that time, he despised the son of the Lao Qiu family as a little hooligan and had no legitimate job. Lao Qiu was also a sick man and an alcoholic. He was afraid that he would drag his daughter down and he would take him off.

Now, the wealthy relatives of other people have come to the door and will not be able to develop in the future?

Unfortunately, he has no second daughter.

After such a long and short chat, Qiu Daoyu's sword was paused, and then he declined again and died three times.

The black knife in his hand slid down, and it was inserted directly into the floor as if it was cut tofu.

The door that was opened on his head closed at the same time, and the decay on his face became instantly rich.

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

I kept my knife for two days, just to give it a knife today.

But with Jiang Ping's shameless voice of help, he didn't even have the opportunity to inspire him.

Qiu Daoyu looked at Jiang Ping, who was energetic, suddenly sighed, closed her eyes and said:

"The world is a great cycle of reincarnation. In order to avenge my personal revenge, I could come to kill the whole family. Now someone comes to kill me.

Maybe this is fate.

Boy, you do it!"

Jiang Ping has finally figured out one thing now. Talking to such patients with mild mental illness, don’t be mysterious, otherwise they might think of what they think.

In the eyes of some people, the truth is only the one he will make up for forever.

As for how others explain it, they cannot shake their cognition.

Maybe this is called the will of the gangster.

Fortunately, the situation is not too bad yet.

At the same time, Jiang Ping also warned himself in his heart that it would be better to do less work in the future if he was alone.

Even if you know some historical progress, it is not a panacea. Do you know if you will encounter a second mentally ill patient.

As far as he knows, all those with advanced martial arts seem to have some mental problems.

Now it was not the time when he wanted to die.

"I can heal your injuries."

Jiang Ping said so.

"Um?"

Qiu Daoyu, who was closing her eyes and waiting for death, opened her eyes.

Jiang Ping stared at Qiu Daoyu's turbid and yellow eyes and said seriously:

"I can heal your injuries!"

There seemed to be a hint of light in Qiu Daoyu's eyes:

"You know what you're talking about?"

"It's just some small yin fire."

Jiang Ping looked like this.

Qiu Daoyu shook her head and smiled slightly sarcastically:

"What do you think of the Demon Lord Jiuyou's Nether Ghost Fire Handprint? Just a small Yin Fire? Young man, what makes you so confident?!"

However, Jiang Ping's words still added a hint of hope that he had been hit by reality for a long time without any hope.

The other most important point is that Jiang Ping seems to be no successor to his enemy.

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

It turned out to be the Demon Lord Jiuyou?

Humph!

You are afraid that you don’t know that the future Demon Lord Wuxie is standing in front of you, and the good brother Demon Lord Qiye who worships his brother.

Just ask if you are afraid?

What kind of Demon Lord Jiuyou, sooner or later, was pushed to death by the next wave on the beach.

Jiang Ping had a fierce fantasy in his heart, and finally suppressed the timidity that aroused after hearing the name of the Demon Lord.

God knows that Qiu Daoyu offended such a big man.

The Demon Lord Jiuyou, the contemporary master of the Demon Sect, as for the other masters of the Netherworld Ghost Valley, the master of the reincarnation of the divine weapon, the second nightmare of the righteous, and the heart-stealing thief of thousands of girls...

Are these messy names important?

Of course it is important!

Any name that comes out here can make Ye Yulou, who is chasing him now, unable to raise his head.

Not to mention the other person, just the name of a great master is enough to shock half of the world.

How did that hairy resist the pressure from the Nine Nether Demon Lord back then?

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

Made, the prince's status is amazing!

Seeing that Jiang Ping's face became unstable after hearing the name of the Nine Nether Demon Lord, Qiu Daoyu believed that Jiang Ping had no malice.

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

But on the surface, Qiu Daoyu smiled strangely:

"What? I was so scared that I couldn't speak when I heard the name of the Demon Lord."

"Since you can find out my identity, you can tell that guy Jiuyou. Maybe he will be happy and you will be able to give you a few bones to eat.

Hahaha……"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ping gritted his teeth.

If you want to eat meat, you cannot be afraid of being beaten.

For him now, the Nine Nether Demon Lord who is far away in the sky is not important. It is the most important to deal with the current crisis.

Many of his plans followed would use the Grandmaster Qiu Daoyu.

Without him, even if he breaks through his level and reaches the level of a master, he will not be intimidated by many people. After all, he will not be able to improve his combat effectiveness at once.

What is the most important thing for him to develop and want to grab meat from others?

Fist is the most important!

Qiu Daoyu is his hardest fist.

"Senior, don't irritate me. Since I'm here, I'm not afraid of the troubles that follow."

Jiang Ping rarely showed some responsibility.
To be continued...