I really want to be a cook

However, because of its young age, this voice not only has no deterrent effect, but inexplicably makes people want to rub its little head.

Jiang Ping looked startled, his hair stood on end, and he felt a chill between his brows, and a faint warning kept pounding his heart.

Danger!

Boom!

The door of the room was blown open by the strong wind, and the oil lamp on the table was blown out directly. The whistling evening wind carried a coolness and deep darkness.

Zheng!

In the darkness, the long sword was drawn out of its sheath, as if the prelude to the coming of the fate.

Jiang Ping let out a strange cry, and a lazy donkey rolled over, touched the head of the bed, pressed the switch, and turned directly from the bed to the bottom of the bed.

Out of stability, his bed has long been transformed into an escape tool by him, just for this moment.

There is a tunnel under the bed, leading directly to the outside of the Qiu family's courtyard.

Desperate, it is impossible to fight desperately in a lifetime, and you can't fight, so you have to use the mechanism to escape.

But Jiang Ping didn't need to run away, he only needed to block the first blow, and he didn't have to worry about the rest.

Because a certain grandmaster living next door should wake up no matter how deeply he sleeps at this moment.

"Where is the thief?!"

Sure enough, there was an angry shout from outside, and a knife groaned, and the temperature in the whole room dropped a little.

Jiang Ping sneaked out of the tunnel, and saw Qiu Daoyu holding a black broken knife outside, showing off his might.

The broken knife full of murderous intent seemed to be made of thousands of years of ice. Where the knife passed, it left traces of frost, shining brightly under the moonlight, like a necklace made of round and white pearls.

"Descent!"

With a soft shout, the knife moved freely, and the blade turned into a ghost, as if the ghosts descended on the world, and a hundred ghosts roamed the world at night.

Ghostly shadows in all directions, baring their teeth and claws, attacked a black-clothed and black-scarved swordsman in mid-air.

Although Qiu Daoyu hadn't fully recovered, the power of this saber already had the strength of a master of the three veins, and was even stronger.

What he said at the beginning was quite modest.

"Is this the Black Underworld Knife?"

The swordsman in mid-air groaned suspiciously, as if hesitating, but he couldn't help thinking too much in the face of the swords coming from all directions.

Zheng!

The black-clothed swordsman drew his long sword back, and then unsheathed it again. The sword was already stained with a layer of blood red.

Burning Blood Art!

Deadly sword drawing!

boom!

It was obviously just a collision of a knife and a sword, but it was like a high-explosive grenade exploding in the air. The huge shock wave was like a [-]-level gale, blowing the entire yard into chaos.

The ghost image dissipated, and the sword that pierced the space also disappeared.

"It's the Black Underworld Saber reappearing in the world, haha"

The black-clothed swordsman sneered, and leaped, as if escaping into the void, leaving only a faint echo in the air.

"Old Qiu, is your knife famous?"

Jiang Ping patted the dust on his body nonchalantly, as if the person lying on the ground just now was not him.

Qiu Daoyu turned around to put away the knife, nodded, with a wry smile on his face:

"The Black Underworld Knife is a piece of Jiuyou cold iron found by the master of Shenjian Villa, which took three years to forge. On the day the knife was made, there were hundreds of ghosts crying and wandering around impermanently. It is a big ominous knife.

Back then, in order to get this knife, I killed three martial arts masters before I got it. It's not surprising that people recognized it, I was careless. "

The famous sword cast by Shenjian Villa?

The painting style is a bit weird, but Jiang Ping said that it is not strange at all.

As the biggest arms leader in Zhao State, Shenjian Villa not only casts knives, but also has eighteen weapons that they don't sell.

If you can afford the price, even Shenwu artillery can be built for you, but so far, no one has been so arrogant.

The reason why such a military leader was not wiped out by the imperial court is actually very simple. The owner of Shenjian Villa is a great master of martial arts, who can rival the second sword in the world of martial arts myths.

There is another most important reason, his wife's surname is Zhao.

Well, he is the son-in-law of Zhao's royal family, and the current emperor of Zhao has to call him little uncle.

Everyone is their own!

"Who is he? Why did he attack you?"

Although his identity may have been exposed, Qiu Daoyu didn't feel any panic, because he had expected it a long time ago, but this day came earlier.

Jiang Ping sighed.

This familiar attire, the iconic Burning Blood Art, and that handsome sword-drawing technique, at first glance, he is the old killer of Ye Yulou.

To be able to fight Qiu Daoyu head-to-head, even among the gold medal killers, he should be a good player.

It's just that he came to the door so quickly?

Uh, it seems like a month has passed.

They really have the means to find themselves.

Jiang Ping's guess came true, but he wasn't very happy because it wasn't good news.

"they are"

Jiang Ping was about to explain when he heard a familiar voice from outside the courtyard:

"They are people from Yeyulou, and the one who fought you just now is the gold medal killer of Yeyulou, Soul Seizing Sword Lengpo."

Jiang Ping turned around and saw a man who was three points more handsome than him walking out of the shadows.

"Seven nights?!"

Chapter 64 Good brother, don't be gay

"It's very noisy outside, can you go out and deal with it?"

Qiye still has a cool expression, very flattering.

Although the battle between Qiu Daoyu and Leng Po was brief just now, it was very dynamic, and the grandmaster aura they inspired together may also make some people sleepless at night.

Qiu Daoyu looked at Jiang Ping.

In his perception, the person in front of him was as dangerous as the killer just now.

Jiang Ping nodded and said, "He is my friend."

"Huh? What happened outside? It's so noisy."

Qiu Ba, who was sleeping like a dead pig, was finally woken up. He walked out of the room with one hand hanging, rubbing his eyes, and dominated the center of the picture.

"It's okay, go back to sleep."

Qiu Daoyu snorted coldly.

"Sleep as long as you sleep, I didn't wake you up."

Qiu Ba yawned and returned to the room in a daze.

"Well, he's my friend too."

Jiang Ping laughed awkwardly.

Hearing this, Qiye's eyes instantly became dangerous, and there was a trace of hostility in the eyes looking at Qiu Ba.

Qiu Daoyu went out to deal with the mess, and Qiu Ba went back to sleep.

Jiang Ping lit the lamp and invited Qiye back to the house. He wanted to pour a cup of tea to greet him, but the table just now was torn apart by the cold sword energy, and the tea was spilled all over the floor. Only an innocent little milk dog huddled in aggrieved In the pile of broken wood, it seemed like I wanted to move but couldn't move.

In the end, the two of them sat directly on the threshold, facing the night, which had a different mood.

Jiang Ping leaned against the door frame, holding the little milk dog in his arms, trying to warm its frightened soul with his fiery heart.

Looking at Qiye's cold expression, Jiang Ping joked:

"You said last time that you would never let me go when you meet me next time. So this time, are you here to kill me?"

"Ah."

Seven nights nodded.

Jiang Ping: ""

"Actually, you can be more tactful."

Jiang Ping reminded: "Otherwise you will lose my good brother."

"Give you."

Qiye ignored Jiang Ping, took out a palm-sized, flat brocade box from his bosom, and threw it to Jiang Ping.

"what is this?"

Jiang Ping didn't do anything to test it. He opened the box directly, and there was a silkworm-like bug inside. It had green skin, about the length of a little finger, and two blue tentacles.

"Mother Gu."

Qiye said concisely.

"What's the matter?"

Jiang Ping almost missed the box, but it seemed that this movement woke up the baby silkworm. Two big mung bean-sized eyes opened under its tentacles, and looked at Jiang Ping curiously, feeling a little close.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Jiang Ping felt that it was looking at him, as if it was looking at his own son.

For a Gu worm, this emotion is a bit too rich.

Qiye seems to be very proud of Jiang Ping's fuss, and the corner of his mouth is rarely hooked.

"We used it to track you. We came two days ago, but we never found you.

It was a little emotional until just now, that's why Lengpo was able to find you so quickly. "

Jiang Ping suddenly realized.

He was taking Baijie Dan just now, preparing to detoxify.

No wonder, I want to kill its son, it's no wonder I'm not emotional.

"Our killers in the Night Rain Building have to take poison from the beginning, and this poison is the eggs of Gu worms.

And the eggs of Gu worms will grow out of cocoons in our body and grow together with us.

The antidote we take every month is an essential food for the Gu worms. Without it, the Gu worms will forage for food on their own, and in the end as it grows up, it will devour our hearts, livers and internal organs.

In a sense, all the killers in our Night Rain Tower are breeding vessels for Gu worms. "

Seven nights sarcastically said:

"That's why there is no way out for the killers in the Night Rain Tower, they won't win gold medals, and they will only be regarded as food for Gu worms in the end."

"Then you came to help me detoxify?"

Jiang Ping was a little moved, his throat rolled a few times, but he still refused him with difficulty:

"I have other ways. You detoxify me, and I won't be able to hang around in the future, unless you are willing to leave the Night Rain Tower."

Jiang Ping has not given up on this idea until now.

As long as you hook up with Qiye, what kind of Yeyulou, it's all scum.

Qiye shook her head: "It's useless."

He opened the skirt, revealing a smooth chest, two chest muscles, six-pack abs, and mermaid lines, which are as silky as white marble and seem to glow, making people feel an urge to touch them.

Made, this figure is amazing!

The programmer who created his character must be a Two-dimensional house girl.

Jiang Ping thought so.