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After Qi Ping finished speaking, he wanted to chase outside, but Mu Xiaoque reached out and grabbed him, without looking at the man running outside, he went straight downstairs.

When he came downstairs, he first checked the identities of those people, and sighed: "I said that this wave of sneak attacks is not like the style of the Death Demon Sect. There is no one from the Death Demon Sect here."

"Then it's the family without a surname?"

Mu Xiaoque nodded, got up and chose a restaurant at random, "Let's go eat first."

"Que'er, you have a big heart." Qi Ping glanced around several times, stared at the waiter for a long time, and then turned around as if giving up, "I see everyone as a villain now, why do you think the devil wants to kill us so much? "

Mu Xiaoque frowned solemnly and shook her head, obviously she was a little unexpected about what happened today.

"Did I cause trouble?" Qi Ping drooped his eyelids with a sad face, "I didn't tell you that I recruited a ghost, but now I have recruited that devil."

"It doesn't matter whether you recruit or not. Anyway, sooner or later, I just find it strange." Mu Xiaoque sipped his tea and thought, "It's really incomprehensible to spend so much time here to kill such a small person."

"To avenge my fellow disciples?" Qi Ping stuffed his mouth full with the chicken thighs that had just arrived on the table, and said while eating, "After all, I killed their people yesterday and ruined their affairs."

"They didn't mean to kill, but to poison, so you didn't ruin their business." Mu Xiaoque threw a handkerchief to Qi Ping, propped his chin to see him rubbing his bones with relish, and said strangely: "It's so good." Do you want to eat?"

"That's it," Qi Ping smiled sheepishly, and threw the bone on the table, "It really made me feel hungry during those few days on the mountain."

Qi Ping got up and took a plate full of vegetables for Mu Xiaoque, and drank a big bowl of hot soup by himself, his nose couldn't help sweating.

He looked around and asked, "Where did that person want to lead us just now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw an old woman in coarse sackcloth and a sweat towel on her forehead standing by the table holding a bowl of wontons: "Guest officer, the wontons you ordered are ready."

"I... I, I, I," Qi Ping touched his bulging stomach, looked at the thin-skinned meat wontons, and swallowed, "We didn't order any."

Before she finished speaking, she saw that Mu Xiaoque had already reached out to take the wonton, and took out the broken silver from her pocket and handed it over: "The delivery is a bit slow."

The old woman took the broken silver, took out half a copper coin from her sleeve and put it on the table, with a gentle and loving smile on her face.

I only heard her say: "Firstly, the deposit for the guest officer is too poor, and secondly, the most important thing is to cook the wontons. The wontons will not come out of the pot if they are too early, and the wontons will rot in the pot if they are too late."

"Let's go, let's go," Mu Xiaoque waved his hand, and began to chase people away rudely: "Why are you so long-winded?"

The wrinkles on the old woman's face were squeezed together with a smile, and there was some girlish agility in her cloudy eyes. It is expected that she must have been a beauty when she was young.

Mu Xiaoque scooped up the wonton and blew it, and was about to put it in his mouth, when a face next to him suddenly squeezed over to grab the wonton, squinted his eyes and sighed, "My little bird, you are so unkind."

Mu Xiaoque said strangely: "You eat like a pig, you blame me?"

Qi Ping glanced at the pile of bones next to his bowl, then at the half-eaten chicken legs in Mu Xiaoque's bowl, the steamed buns he took a few bites, and the hills of vegetables on the plate, he snorted angrily and turned his head.

Suddenly, the hand he put under the table was held by someone, and the warm palm seemed to be holding his heart, which made him feel a little ecstatic for a moment.

After his fingers were pinched, Qi Ping quickly regained his senses and firmly grasped Mu Xiaoque with both hands, "Que'er, did you agree to be with me? I am willing!"

The wonton that Mu Xiaoque had just put into his mouth spewed out in one gulp. He hurriedly lowered his head to wipe off the splashed soup on his clothes, and withdrew his hand, "What are you talking about!"

"Then why are you secretly holding my hand?" Qi Ping frowned, only feeling that his heart, which was held just now, fell directly to the ground, with a faint pain.

Mu Xiaoque threw the small ball of paper in her hand on Qi Ping's forehead, "Should I praise you for being big-hearted or scold you for being heartless?"

Qi Ping grabbed the paper ball, bent down and unfolded it under the table, and saw that it read "Deep in the alley, three people died, with copper coins embedded in their throats, the right way has arrived, and it is too late to take them away."

He crumpled the ball of paper in his hand into powder. Although his heart was torn apart by the abuse, he still curled the corners of his mouth and said cheerfully: "I have to do something, and I have to marry a wife. These two things are nothing special." Where is the conflict?"

"But I don't like you." Mu Xiaoque poured herself a cup of tea, held it tightly in her hand and continued, "Qi Ping, at least you are already a very important friend to me."

Qi Ping was so irritated by these words that his face turned green. He pointed at Mu Xiaoque's arm and cursed in a low voice: "My friend, you grandson, Mu Xiaoque, I'm an ancestor! Look into my eyes and say it again?"

Seeing that bastard's head really dare to turn around, Qi Ping's anger broke out completely from the bottom of his heart, directly burning his brain.

He grabbed Mu Xiaoque's lapel, leaned over and said viciously: "If you dare to say the word "friend" to me again, I will fuck you now!"

He patted the table and threatened: "Here it is, friend? I want to see how the hell you can still be my friend!"

"Madman," Mu Xiaoque pushed Qi Ping away, straightened her clothes, got up and walked out, muttering several words "Shameless".

"I really think I have a good temper!" Qi Ping let out a long breath, got up and followed, but as soon as the two of them stepped out of the inn, they were bumped back by Fang Jianzhi.

The man pushed them into the inn and asked, "I've been looking for you for a long time, did you kill those three people from Wuhu gang?"

"No." After Qi Ping broke out, he remembered the note and realized the fear.

His back was sweating profusely. If they had chased him then, he would have had eight mouths, and he couldn't tell now.

He said: "After we finished fighting with the magic way, we came here to eat directly. How could we have time to kill people?"

"Did the Demon Dao attack you? But because Xiaoqi helped me with the Xuanxiu Sect yesterday?" Fang Jianzhi pulled Qi Ping over and glanced up and down, and exhaled a long breath, "It's good that you're not injured."

Mu Xiaoque leaned against the door frame, glanced at Fang Jianzhi's hand on Qi Ping's shoulder, and said coldly: "The conflict between us and the Five Lakes Gang has only happened in less than three hours, and it's just right for me to use copper coins as a hidden weapon." It was only this morning that someone found out that Mo Dao could think of this as a game, isn't the reaction a little too fast?"

"Brother Mu suspects that there are traitors in the righteous way?" Fang Jianzhi asked calmly, as if he didn't hear another layer of questioning in Mu Xiaoque's words.

"Yesterday, a disciple of the Xuanxiu Sect was almost killed. Where is Brother Fang? When he turned against the Tianshan Sect, where was Brother Fang? And who is so familiar with your brother Murong's temper?"

Mu Xiaoque stared straight at Fang Jianzhi, almost never missing any changes on his face, and he continued: "Of course I didn't mean to target, these are just reasonable doubts."

Fang Jianzhi couldn't help but look a little ugly, it seems that these questions have also been stuck in his mind for a long time.

He turned his eyes slightly, his elegance and humility seemed to be a little weaker, and it was a bit pitiful to look at.

"Que'er," Qi Ping saw Fang Jianzhi's expression, walked back and tugged at Mu Xiaoque's sleeve and whispered, "Stop talking."

Of course, Qi Ping didn't mean that the other party had any unreasonable thoughts, but he was afraid that he and Mu Xiaoque would be driven out to sleep on the street.

"Go away," Mu Xiaoque shook off Qi Ping's hand with clenched fists, gave him a cold look, and turned to look outside the door.

Wan Hong aggressively led a group of people to come. At this time, three corpses were carried on his shoulders. He pushed Qi Ping away, and Shi Shi ran out.

When passing by Wan Hong, he didn't stop, and walked past him leisurely, as if he didn't notice Wan Hong's liver-colored face at all.

Suddenly, the palms carrying the strong wind grabbed Mu Xiaoque's back heart.

Qi Ping was rubbing his painful hand that was bumped against the door frame just now, when he saw this scene he let out a scream, holding his sword and was about to charge forward, Fang Jianzhi clasped his shoulder: "Don't go, it's dangerous!"

"Let go," Qi Ping's shoulder was firmly grasped, he reached out to break Fang Jianzhi's hand, but was stopped halfway by the other hand.

Qi Ping's hand holding the sword tightened: "Don't force me to do it!"

"He told you to leave just now," Fang Jianzhi said, "It's a bad thing for you to follow the past."

"He told me to fuck off countless times, which time did he take it seriously?" Qi Ping lowered his waist, and stabbed his sword backwards at a strange angle.

As soon as the strength on his shoulders was withdrawn, he quickly changed his strength halfway, and threw himself towards Wan Hong.

At this time, Mu Xiaoque's true energy was covering her back, and she didn't even want to avoid it, she used her strength to grab it backwards with her hands, and the moment her true energy collided, there was a loud bang.

Firmly clamping Wan Hong's wrist, Mu Xiaoque's index finger rested precisely on his veins, as long as Wan Hong dared to use more force, his life would be completely ruined.

Being caught by someone's lifeline, Wan Hong's liver and gallbladder trembled, he did not dare to move, and his body froze in place.

But after all, as the head of a faction, it is really hard to say the words of begging for mercy.

Qi Ping was on the outside, so naturally he didn't know what happened, but the loud noise made him almost lose his mind, "Old thief, I want your dog's life!"

Mu Xiaoque listened to Qi Ping's out-of-key roar, and his brows were slightly loosened in displeasure. With a slight force in his hands, he swung Wan Hong up from behind and fell in front of him, hitting the ground heavily.

"Huh?" Qi Ping couldn't help being stunned when he lost sight of his target. Looking around for a moment, he saw Wan Hong getting up from the ground in embarrassment.

He quickly ran to Mu Xiaoque's side, swept the other side behind him, and pointed his sword at Wan Hong: "Dog thief, what kind of hero are you for a sneak attack!"

"What kind of heroes are you when you kill me, son of the Five Lakes Gang?" Wan Hong was so humiliated by the fall, he straightened up, pointed at Mu Xiaoque angrily, and shouted: "They killed my son, and still It's evil to me, it's not a righteous way, this kind of evil and heretics, everyone can get it and punish it!"

"What a sharp-toothed old thing!" Qi Ping stared at him and clapped his hands. "A sneak attack from behind, and you blame us for beating people? Do you want that old face!"

As soon as Qi Ping became more aggressive, he pointed at him and continued to scold him: "You came up to ask the crime without asking the innocence. Do you dare to say that you didn't want to use this to get angry in the morning? It turned out to be a mess, and it deserves it!"

Under everyone's silent gaze, Qi Ping turned around and ignored Wan Hong, whose face was blue and white, and bowed his hands at the group of people: "The two of us have not left this street since the morning, countless people can testify .”

Then he walked towards the corpse and looked at the wound in the throat, reached out to rummage through the flesh and blood, and went around to touch the neck.

The politeness just now disappeared, and he pointed at the group of people and cursed: "You guys are blind with those big eyes, aren't you? This person didn't die from copper coins at all!"

The author says:

Qi Ping is actually very rigid, but it is true that he has a good temper.