I really want to be a cook

By chance, Momen found him.

Or he took the initiative to find the magic door.

As a demonic organization with a bad reputation throughout the Three Kingdoms, anyone from the Demonic Outer Sect will be accepted.

Although Wan Boguang's reputation is shameless, he is indeed a master of martial arts, so Momen also took the initiative to recruit him.

But at that time, Wan Boguang was so happy that he would not allow himself to put shackles on his head, so he refused decisively.

This time he was knocked down to the realm, and Wan Boguang immediately turned his head, one is to restore the realm, and the other is to find a backer.

He figured it out. These days, with no one behind him, it was really impossible to get along.

It's just the last woman, as for chasing and killing him eight hundred miles away.

But this time, the Demon Sect that recruited him at that time did not accept him, but gave him a message:

In Murong's family, the seven-star lotus is about to mature, and the lotus seeds can help him recover his skills.

If he can restore the master again with his own ability, he can join the outer sect and become a guardian, and he will be blessed by the demon sect ever since.

But if not, all is lost.

So this time Wan Boguang was very patient.

He has been lurking in Murong Mansion for less than half a year. He has never gone out to hunt wild food. He only works diligently and observes silently. Everyone regards him as an inconspicuous lump of dirt and never takes a second look at him.

He waited intently for the signal from the Demon Gate.

Of course, it is impossible for him to fully believe in the magic gate, and if he can't do anything, he will back away.

It's just that he has been a gardener for half a year, and he has also faintly felt the undercurrent of the Murong family, and the possibility of his success is very high.

The moonlight outside the window is bright and beautiful.

Wan Boguang whispered softly:

"jade beads"

In the past six months, the woman he has had the most contact with is Yuzhu who is obsessed with the art of flowers and plants.

She is so beautiful, her eyes seem to smile when she talks to people.

Wan Boguang always thinks of her when the night is quiet and lonely.

"I swear, I must get you!"

His eyes were red, and Wan Boguang, who was a little uncontrollable, hurriedly recited the Yin-Yang Dahuanxi Zen silently. As the scriptures flowed into his heart, he gradually calmed down and his eyes became clear again.

Outsiders have never seen the animal nature hidden in his body, and they rely on this mental method to cover it up.

suddenly,

Wan Boguang warned in his heart, as if there was a sign of impending disaster.

Without any hesitation, he was about to fly into the sky with the wind blowing under his feet.

The thatched roof exploded, letting in the bright moonlight.

At this moment, the moonlight seemed to be covered with a layer of ice crystals, falling to the ground, turning into petal after petal of snow-white.

"No!"

Wan Boguang let out a low growl, but he could only look at his palms, wrists, elbows, arms, shoulders, chest, and limbs.

Inch, inch by inch of ice!

In the end, only a desperate ice sculpture was left, maintaining the image of shouting with its hands up, lifelike!

Chapter 99 Interrogation

Outside Lin'an City, in the deserted field, only the cold moonlight shines down.

The group of three stopped here.

To be precise, two people were carrying a humanoid ice sculpture.

Click!

The ice cracked.

The head of a lifelike ice sculpture was broken by external force, revealing a head covered with frost.

Wide nose and wide mouth, sausage lips, ugly is very characteristic.

"huhuhuhu"

Wan Boguang took a deep breath, and finally felt that he was alive again.

In the frozen world, a moment seems like a lifetime, and the feeling of waiting for death is the most tormenting feeling.

"who are you?"

In front of him was an old man and a young man. The old man had a prominent red rosacea nose and smelled of alcohol, which made him very uncomfortable.

Few of them were born with sword eyebrows and star eyes, a sunny temperament, and a comfortable smile on the corner of their mouth, but in Wan Boguang's eyes, it was particularly dazzling.

This kind of handsome guy, even if he dies ten times or eight times, he won't be too many.

"Why catch me? I'm just a little gardener!"

"You don't have to worry about who I am. You should know why you are being arrested. As for now, I want to play a game with you."

The young handsome guy said to himself:

"This game asks me to ask you to answer. If you can't answer, there will be a small punishment."

With that said, the young one turned his head and asked the old one:

"Senior Jiu, if you lack an arm or a leg, Lord Tie won't blame you, will you?"

The old Meimei took a sip of wine, shook her head and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, it's not a pity for this kind of pervert to die. You just need to hold your breath and let the eldest niece vent your anger. You can do whatever you want."

"Come on, with your words, the kid will feel relieved."

Jiang Ping stared at Wan Boguang with a smile until the hairs all over his body. He couldn't help shouting:

"If you want to kill, kill, if you want to cut, if you want to cut, if the uncle screams in pain, you are a son of a bitch!"

"Good ambition!"

Jiang Ping gave a thumbs up and praised:

"first question."

"who are you?"

Wan Boguang snorted coldly and remained silent.

Click, click!

"what are you doing?!"

Wan Boguang cried out in shock.

Jiang Ping held a stone in his hand, as if he was caught by you:

"Of course it's knocking on a rock, you see"

Click!

Jiang Ping tapped lightly again.

Wan Boguang felt a sharp pain in his heart, his whole body was bursting with energy, and he was about to explode the ice layer that sealed him, but no matter how hard he tried, it was as if he had just been wrapped in a silk cocoon, and he couldn't use his strength at all.

"Look, let me see what I knocked down?"

Jiang Ping picked up a root-like object wrapped in ice and held it up to Wan Boguang.

Under the faint moonlight, it was faintly visible, it was a finger that was still full of vitality.

"What are you doing?!"

Wan Boguang recognized it, it was his finger, the finger that once held a knife, played with a woman, and killed a man.

The so-called ten fingers connected to the heart, cutting off a finger is tantamount to cutting a piece of flesh from the heart.

"This time it's the fingers of your left hand. I heard that you are good at right-hand knives. If you knock out two more knives, I wonder if you will still be able to use sharp knives in the future?"

Click!

Click!

The soft, brief knocking sound rang in Wan Boguang's ears at this moment, like the death knell of hell.

"What exactly do you want to ask?"

Wan Boguang stared at Jiang Ping's face resentfully, as if he wanted to keep this face in his heart.

"I say!"

"second question."

"who are you?"

Jiang Ping obviously didn't care about Wan Boguang's hatred.

Now that he had a grudge, he didn't intend to spare Wan Boguang's life. A dead man's hatred, even if it breaks through the sky, can't hurt a hair on him.

This is the world of martial arts, do not believe in ghosts and gods.

Of course, I still have to take a deep breath, and I have to give my good sister face.

"Wan Boguang!"

Wan Boguang did not hide.

Just now when the old drunk said something about being a prostitute, he knew that his identity had been exposed.

It's just that even if he was killed, he couldn't figure out where it was exposed.

Could it be that the people from the Demon Sect betrayed him?

"very good."

Jiang Ping smiled and boasted:

"As a reward for your honesty, when I take you away later, I will allow you to bring your finger. Even if you die, you have to leave a whole body."

"The third question."

"Why are you lurking in Murong Mansion?"

Wan Boguang was stunned for a moment, then looked at Jiang Ping in astonishment:

"You don't know why you want to arrest me?!"

"wrong answer!"

"do not want!"

Click!

Another finger was knocked off.

"huhu"

Wan Boguang panted heavily, looked at Jiang Ping with bloodshot eyes, and gritted his teeth.

That way, it seemed that if the conditions allowed, he would definitely catch his mouth and bite off a piece of his flesh.

"Oh, I knocked in the wrong place."

Jiang Ping weighed the stone, then spread his hands helplessly and said:

"It's still the left hand, this time it must be changed to the right hand."

Obviously it was his own finger that knocked it down, but Wan Boguang was inexplicably relieved, as long as his right hand is still there.

With his right hand, he can still hold a knife.

Still holding a knife, he can slash the face of this nasty boy in front of him with a knife, making him howl in pain, watching his favorite and dearest people die in front of him one by one.

Just like the master who chased him down, everything he wanted to care about was destroyed in front of him.