I really want to be a cook

So she began to convince herself silently in her heart.

Uncle is Master's son-in-law, helping him is equivalent to helping Master, and Master asked me to help him.

So I'm definitely not greedy for my uncle's body, I'm just following Master's orders.

That's it!

After self-hypnosis and successfully convincing himself, Wuqing finally regained his spirit, nodded and said:

"Grandpa, you can rest assured and leave it to me. I have always organized and arranged the activities of the God Detective Division to condolence to the elderly. This time, I will help you choose the most outstanding and experienced old man of the God Detective Division."

"Well, my father-in-law sent you to my side. It seems that he has foreseen everything a long time ago. You are indeed the man I respect the most in Jiang Ping's life."

Jiang Ping's expression of admiration quickly made Wu Qing feel the same with You Rongyan.

Even the uncle said so, it seems that the uncle is not fooling her, the master has seen through everything long ago, this is the real foresight and long-term vision.

As expected of the man in charge of the God Detective Division!

"so"

Jiang Ping turned around, still smiling:

"Senior Sister Wuqing, I also want my father-in-law to give me a little support.

Remember to mention it to him when you go back this time. I wrote a letter about the specific requirements, and you should take them back with you.

Remember not to peek. "

He ruthlessly accepted the letter that Jiang Ping had prepared long ago, always feeling like he was being sold and helping to count the money.

this letter?

Ruthlessly stuffing the letter into his chest, he suddenly felt that the letter was a bit hot.

My uncle is so handsome, he shouldn't hurt me, right?

Ruthless is a bit iffy.

Then, without giving her any time to react, she heard Jiang Ping's voice urging her to get on the horse:

"Senior Sister Wuqing, it's not too late, you should hurry back to the capital as soon as possible. Remember to say hello to my father-in-law, and when I see your little junior sister, just say that I miss her very much."

Jiang Ping slapped the horse's butt forcefully, and was ruthlessly led away by the horse.

"In this case, when your master wants to beat you to death, there will be someone to support you!"

"What did you say?"

He yelled back mercilessly.

But only the shadow of Jiang Ping waving goodbye, and the most important words have been blown away by the wind.

"Hey, I hope my father-in-law has recently become a vegetarian, cultivated his body and cultivated his character, so he won't be so angry."

Watching Miss Wuqing go away, and remembering the blackmail letter that exhausted his life's talents, Jiang Ping's conscience couldn't help but feel a little pain.

But it's reasonable for my son-in-law to ask my father-in-law for some money to poach corners.

After all, he will not be able to inherit all the inheritance in the future. He just exercised a little power in advance.

Well, sure enough, my conscience doesn't hurt anymore.

Jiang Ping quickly convinced himself, threw another golden leaf at the tea stall owner with a bright face, then got on his horse and ran in another direction.

Speaking of it, the fur on the dog's body is rich and soft, and the back is wide and thick. It feels like a bed when riding.

I just don’t know when it will break through the maturity stage, let myself ride it to pretend to be aggressive, thinking about its 120 three days.

A certain dog who had gained 320 pounds suddenly sneezed when he was being fostered in Yishoufang, a subordinate unit of the God Detective Division.

It looked up curiously and looked around, but there was no movement.

So it opened its mouth wide and let out a roar.

Immediately, two young servants walked up to it carrying a basket of juicy cucumbers, and said with a flattering smile:

"Grandpa, your snacks have arrived."

Bai Jie glanced proudly at the two servants, and then looked at a basket of cucumbers, all of which were tender cucumbers with small yellow flowers on top, burrs, and small drops of water.

It nodded in satisfaction, then pulled out two golden peas from the kennel, and gave one to each of the boys.

As a pet of a big dog family, there are not many other things in its den, except gold.

"Ah, thank you, Master Yu, thank you, Master Yan."

The servant who received the golden peas burst into laughter immediately.

I've heard that this Lord Yan is very generous, and when I saw him today, it was indeed so.

Bai Jie yelled twice more, and the boy retreated tactfully:

"Grandpa, take it easy."

"Wang Wang!"

While there was no one around, Bai Jie hurriedly practiced dog language, after all, the master loves to listen, and if he is unfamiliar, it will definitely be another beating of love.

After practicing for a while, it picked up a small cucumber and swallowed it happily.

123 days away from the master, cool!

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

Five days later.

Demon Headquarters.

This has always been a place that has terrified countless people in the world and is full of mystery.

In the rumors of the rivers and lakes.

There are countless old devils living in seclusion in the headquarters of the Demon Sect. Any normal person who comes here will have his heart gouged out and skinned, and die in pain and wailing.

No one can leave here alive except the people of the Demon Gate.

However, I understand everything.

It's as if the orthodox sect must be built in the blessed land of the fairy family, as if one can become a fairy immediately after smelling the fairy energy there.

Then an evil organization like Demon Gate must be established at the dividing point between hell and the human world, one side of hell and one side of human world.

There are raging will-o'-the-wisps burning here, full of evil spirits and murderous intent, and countless resentful souls howling in the sky, let people let alone look at it, but just hearing it can't help but get goosebumps.

However, the actual headquarters of the Demon Sect is a city - Demon Emperor City.

It is located on the boundary line between Qin and Zhao, the longest mountain range in the world - Kunlun.

The Demon Emperor City is the first Demon Sect Master and the only city built by the Demon Emperor in the history of the Demon Sect.

After his death, the demon sect split into eight lines of inheritance, which have been passed down to this day.

After the death of the Devil Emperor, the Devil Emperor City continued to be built, until today, it is already a small city with an area of ​​12 mu and a permanent population of [-].

But most of these 8 people are just ordinary people.

But no one knows if the sleepy old man on the street is the retired Demon Venerable who was so powerful back then, or if the butcher with a butcher knife and a swollen face is a magic guardian who started a side job...

The rumors in the world are not wrong, that is, there are really many reclusive demons hidden here.

It's just that they have already passed the age of fighting and killing, and they are spending their old age in the Devil Emperor City, and no one dares to come here to seek revenge.

So many sects know that the headquarters of the Demon Sect is here, but there is not a single hero who dares to come to the door to eliminate demons and defend the way.

Of course, it might come.

It's just that on the way up the mountain, it became a pile of dead bones beside the road.

If anyone can call the headquarters, there is no need for the Demon Sect to coerce the world's martial arts since it has existed for so many years.

The latest one to hit the Devil Emperor City would have to count back decades ago, the battle between the former Patriarch of the Mad Demon Family Dugu Family and the Sacred Heart Demon Lord.

The result is known to everyone.

Patriarch Dugu returned home from serious injuries and died. The evil son that Patriarch Dugu said back then has also become the Sacred Heart Demon Lord today.

Qiye was dressed in a black robe, her black hair was smoothly ironed, hanging behind her back, tied with only an emerald green butterfly hairpin, which suddenly made the dark world a little brighter.

There is also a black gold-plated cloak behind him, with its own blower function, and he walked into the inner city of the Devil Emperor City aggressively.

If the Devil Emperor City is the essence of the Demon Sect, then the inner city is the essence of the Devil Emperor City.

Nine out of ten masters in the magic gate will buy a house in the inner city.

First of all, don't control yourself, but the tone must be high.

Qiye is no exception.

As the first holy son of the Eight Meridians, he occupied the mansion of the Lord Butian in the inner city, and told everyone with practical actions who is the person who is now talking about the Butian Meridian.

Except in front of Jiang Ping, Qiye has always acted domineering and never polite.

Behind him followed a Butian disciple on the left and right, both in black clothes and black robes, swords in their waists, stern faces, gait, sassy and agile, both of them can be called martial arts talents if they take one out casually.

But after Qiye, they were just two small followers.

Because Qiye is destined to eclipse everyone.

Otherwise, the Wuxie Mozun in the previous life was obviously handsome, and now Jiang Ping is able to eat hard, and this face has contributed a lot to it in the first place.

But staying by Qiye's side, Wuxie Mozun was instantly turned into a passerby, a dispensable background board.

In front of a mansion that looks like it has a lot of history.

Qiye stopped in her tracks and looked up at the name of the mansion - Emperor's Temple.

"Knock on the quiet drum, this seat wants to convene the Eight Meridians to discuss matters."

Qiye gave an order, and walked in directly while the gatekeeper was hesitating whether to stop him or not.

Boom boom boom! ! !

The dull Tongyou drum rang, and the sound spread throughout the entire Demon Emperor City.

Tongyou Drum is said to be made of the human skin of the first Demon Emperor, and it has the magical effect of restraining all the skills of the Demon Sect. It is not a magic weapon, but better than a magic weapon.

After all, divine weapons have spirits, and they have to choose a master before they can be used.

But this Tongyou Drum can be played by anyone as long as they are qualified.

But that's just ringing.

This thing is one of the symbols of the Demon Gate, and it has been enshrined in the Emperor's Temple. Only the master of the eight veins is qualified to ring.

Anyone who dares to take it out to play is disrespecting the ancestral system, and the death should not be too ugly.

So Tongyougu is strong but strong, but it has been falling here to eat ashes.

But every time it rings, there must be a major event affecting the entire magic gate.

Qiye is now only the Son of God, ringing it has already violated the rules a little.

But in Momen, the fist is the biggest.

……

In the Devil Emperor City.

On a street that has not been repaired for more than ten years, and even the road is full of potholes, an old man with a white beard who seems to be dying is sitting on the threshold of his house, shaking a cattail fan full of cracked horns, muttering:

"Who played the Tongyou Drum? Isn't this just looking for something for the old man."

As he said that, he stood up unsteadily, bowed his waist, held his hands behind his back, and grasped the cattail fan, looking like he was in his old age.

But when he took a step forward, he reached the end of the street.

One more step, and he has completely disappeared.

His name is You Jiuling, and he is also the contemporary temple guard of the Demon Gate who is in charge of guarding the Tongyou Drum.

As soon as the Tongyou drum sounded, he had to be a guest host.

"Troublesome..."

……