I am a cannon fodder, so what's wrong with grabbing an opportunity?

Xie Zhiqiu is not the kind of person who would tolerate being bullied. How could he swallow his anger when someone came to his door to attack him?

He immediately took out his sword and started fighting with the middle-aged female cultivator in front of him. It was a good opportunity to practice his skills.

Apart from the Huo Dou, the people surrounding the yard were all from the middle-aged female cultivator's side.

He stared at Xie Zhiqiu and Huo Dou with a fierce look in his eyes.

As long as the Second Madam can capture Xie Qiu and pin Wu Chengyu's death on Xie Qiu, they can let the old man make the decision and have Labjia step down.

What no one expected was that the Second Lady was defeated by Xie Zhiqiu in just ten moves.

This was because Xie Zhiqiu deliberately concealed his strength. Xie Zhiqiu rode on the second wife.

Xie Zhiqiu asked innocently, "Auntie, what are you doing? Why are you acting as a stool for me?"

Madam Wu's face turned green. She was not willing to give in at all. "Let me go, you little bitch. You hurt my son, and you want to hurt me too? This is in the Wu family."

The servant and maid next to them wanted to go forward to help the second lady, but took two steps and then stepped back.

They had seen how ruthless Xie Zhiqiu was. Even his wife was taken down by her, let alone them?

Going up means delivering food.

He could only bluff and say, "How dare you! Let go of the Second Madam! This is the Second Madam of our Wu family. How dare you do this to our Madam?"

"Let our Madam go quickly. If you don't, our Wu family will never let you go."

……

But no matter what they said, Xie Zhiqiu remained unmoved. She even used the Second Lady's sword to hit her on the butt whenever they said something.

The second wife struggled hard, trying to overturn Xie Zhiqiu and climb out, but it was useless.

Xie Zhiqiu kindly advised: "Give up struggling. If you are dissatisfied with me, I am a personal cultivator. You little rubbish should stop struggling here."

Seeing that she couldn't break free, the second wife shouted, "Call someone quickly so that everyone can see that this is the guest official that Bu Jia invited. How dare he treat the host's wife like this..."

Xie Zhiqiu was a little confused. This person hurt the enemy by 1,000 but lost 800 of his own. Wasn't she the second wife? Did she not care about her dignity?

Soon, Xie Zhiqiu heard large numbers of people coming in from outside, but none of them she knew.

Among them was a middle-aged male cultivator who pointed at Xie Zhiqiu's nose and cursed, "How dare you, little bitch! Let my wife go."

"Yohoo, no wonder they are husband and wife, their mouths stink just as bad."

In front of everyone, Xie Zhiqiu smiled, pinched the Second Madam's cheek with one hand, held the Second Madam's sword with the other hand, and slowly put it into her mouth, as if he wanted to cut off her tongue.

“Hmm… Hmm…” The Second Lady’s eyes widened, her whole body trembling. The sword cut her face as she struggled.

Wu Ji didn't expect that this little bitch would dare to treat his wife like this in public. Where could he put his face?

Xie Zhiqiu clamped the Second Madam's face tightly and put the sword into her mouth, cutting the corner of her mouth.

The Second Madam finally didn't dare to move anymore. Tears and snot flowed down her face as she begged for mercy, "No...no...I was wrong...I was wrong..."

Wu Ji still did not beg for mercy. As the second master of the Wu family, how could he possibly beg for mercy from a small golden elixir?

I have to inconvenience my wife. When the time comes, just kill all those who know about it.

When Xie Zhiqiu put the sword on the second lady's tongue, a familiar voice came.

"Fairy, spare his life."

When Xie Zhiqiu saw the person coming, he thought: It is indeed that old man Bu Jia. I am in trouble without any cause.

"Sir, why are you here?" Xie Zhiqiu still looked like a good girl, which made Bu Jia's scalp tingle.

Bu Jia still had the dignity he should have, "Fairy, let the Second Madam go first. If there is anything, we can discuss it together."

Xie Zhiqiu would not spoil Bu Jia's reputation in such an occasion.

He stood up from the Second Madam and said condescendingly: "Since you are begging me, I will reluctantly spare your tongue."

The servants nearby quickly helped the Second Madam up, but she still shook unconsciously.

Wu Ji was the first to attack, and said coldly: "Sir, is this the guest official you found? You humiliated my wife like this. If you can't give me an explanation for this matter, I will never let it go."

Huodou had been standing nearby without saying anything. When he heard Wu Ji's words, he sneered.

This caused Wu Ji's dissatisfaction, "Master, what are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at your uselessness and your stupidity." Huodou said bluntly.

Wu Ji's face turned green, and he kept calling Bu Jia by his full name: "Bu Jia, I call you Sir out of respect for you. This is the guest official you invited. I will definitely report this to my father."

Bu Jia showed no fear and said, "These two are the old master's guests."

Xie Zhiqiu and Huo Dou looked at each other, confirmed that neither of them had seen the old man, and then looked at Bu Jia.

Wu Ji snorted coldly, "You have never seen my father's guest official, but you dare to say that he is my father's guest official, Bu Jia, do you think everyone is blind?"

He had checked before and found out that these two siblings had never seen their father and everything was made up by Bu Jia.

"Believe it or not, just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it isn't there."

Wu Jicai said one word, "You..."

Before he could finish, someone came running in to report, "Sir, Second Master, a large number of people from aristocratic families have gathered at the door, demanding that we hand over Xie Qiu. They want to bring the murderer who killed their son to justice."

"Sir, please come over here."

The riot came to a temporary end, and Xie Zhiqiu followed to the gate, wanting to see who was the leader.

Large groups of young men from aristocratic families gathered in front of the Wu Mansion. There was a row of chairs in front of the Wu Mansion, and many middle-aged monks with higher cultivation levels were sitting in the row.

Wu Hui said a lot of nice things to these people at the door, hoping to invite them into the mansion to discuss the matter further.

But these people didn't appreciate it at all. They kept saying one thing: if the murderer was not handed over, they would not leave.

When Xie Zhiqiu and his group reached the door, this man rushed over.

Among Wu Ji's group, they all went in the direction of Xie Zhiqiu without any error, and a group of people surrounded Xie Zhiqiu in the middle.

Bu Jia fell behind, and he wanted to see what these people were trying to do.

The lady hesitantly cried and beat Xie Zhiqiu: "Okay, it's you who killed my son. I must avenge my son today."

"I'll beat you to death for using my son as a scapegoat..."

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, stop fighting..." Suddenly, Wu Ji's figure appeared where Xie Zhiqiu was.

Xie Zhiqiu was already standing next to Huodou, and the two of them were eating melon together.

Bu Jia also heard Wu Ji's voice and walked out of the crowd. Wow, this is a case of grafting.

Wu Hui tried to stop him several times but it was of no use. In the end, Bu Jia stood up.

He said in a deep voice: "Well, for my sake, come in and have a chat."