Strange Recovery: I Can Become A Big Demon

In the spotlight.

A Wu Zong disciple in his thirties frowned. This is a tall man with several scars on his hands and face, sharp facial features, and a full image of a tough guy.

The breath is calm, not much worse than that of Wu Zong's heirs.

After all, he is a disciple of the previous generation, and his strength is very strong.

Qin Tiancheng looked over here, and didn't want to talk to him at first, but the other party had already called out his name and indicated that he was from the Qin family.

Because of emotion and reason, I have to go there.

"You guys go first, I have some personal matters, tell my senior sister and elders for me."

After speaking, he strode towards here.

After looking at the situation for a while, he frowned and said, "My humble Qin Tiancheng, a disciple of Wu Zong, the Qin family, dare to ask what happened to my relatives? Why did you use the spirit-sealed handcuffs?"

Qiu Hong glanced at him sideways, as if he didn't bother to look directly at him.

Someone on the side immediately scolded: "The underworld is doing things, it's your turn to talk!?"

Qin Tiancheng's face was a little gloomy.

But he didn't refute.

Because Yin Zai is indeed qualified to say such a thing.

He looked at Qiu Hong and cupped his hands: "Captain Qiu, we met at the banquet last year, can you give me a thin face, my Qin family made a mistake, I will teach myself, since it hasn't caused a catastrophe, There's no need to be so grand, is there?"

It seems that although he asked what happened as soon as he opened his mouth.

In fact, he already knew what happened here.

Qiu Hong finally spoke.

"roll!"

"You have a fart face, your father is here, and I don't look at him directly."

When he was talking, he turned his face sideways and looked at the other person. It was as cruel as it was. He learned it from a certain dog, and it was very comfortable to use.

treated like this.

No matter how good the self-cultivation is, it is inevitable to get a little angry.

Qin Tiancheng took a step forward, revealing a powerful martial aura, like a vicious tiger about to prey.

"Six years ago, I definitely wouldn't dare to save face in front of Captain Qiu."

"But the past is different from the past, maybe you should change your habit of squinting at people!"

Such a scene immediately attracted the attention of all the strange people around. After all, few strange people would dare to contradict the underworld like this.

"Is he dying?"

"That's the ghost Arhat Qiu Hong. He slapped a half-dressed man to death with one slap. The scene of that time is horrifying to imagine."

"The other party is not weak either. Qin Tiancheng, the last generation of the Qin family, later worshiped Wu Zong. In six years, he went from the peak of D+ to the current C+."

"Formidable strength and talent, but also relying on Wu Zong, it is not uncommon to dare to be so stubborn in the face of evil!"

"It turns out that you are so awesome, no wonder you are so brave."

"It's so strong in martial arts. I can feel my body trembling instinctively even twenty meters away. Is this just C+ strength?"

"Disciples of Wuzong are naturally different from ordinary warriors."

"..."

field.

The complexion of a man named Yin fell, and a terrifying aura emanated, horrifying wailing, crisp female laughter, and weird shouts...

It was obviously noon.

This area is darkened visible to the naked eye.

Seeing that several errants were about to make a move and were about to strike, Qiu Hong suddenly said: "Show hostility to errants, according to the fifth column of the eighth column of errands' rules, I can do it, right?"

Wu Tong on the side nodded affirmatively: "Yes, captain!"

As soon as the words fell, the ends of her hair rose high, and a gust of cold wind blew across the field.

Qin Tiancheng's complexion changed drastically.

As soon as he made a starting gesture, his face felt as if he had been hit hard. With an exaggerated posture, his feet were lifted off the ground instantly, his body was centered on his stomach, driven by a huge force, he turned around violently, his head slammed Pour into the cement floor.

Only then did everyone see clearly that a big hand was pressing on Qin Tiancheng's face.

At this time, Qiu Hong's figure was a bit stronger than before, exuding an astonishing sinister aura, but only for a moment, and soon he recovered the image of an ordinary bald man, let go of his hand, and wiped his clothes on his clothes .

Slowly straighten your waist.

"I don't know what my last name is after staying outside for a few years."

"But you'd better die and don't forget, Jiangbei, what's your last name."

this moment.

The audience was dead silent.

No one would have imagined that Qin Tiancheng, who has been in Wuzong for six years and is very powerful, could not survive even a single move from Qiu Hong's hands.

Even the companion ghost of the opponent was not fully revealed.

This means that a bad guy is far from showing his full strength!

At the same time as all the strange people were shocked.

I also thought of Qiu Hong's words, Jiangbei, and even the entire Kyushu, is always in the hands of the underworld. No matter how powerful the strength and background are, it is best not to provoke the underworld.

Otherwise, you will definitely die a miserable death!

"Old Qiu, go slowly, I hope you will go out of half your life and come back as a teenager. Next time you encounter this situation, you can handle it in the same way as when you were young..."

When the bad car left, Jiang Chen still shouted reluctantly on the side of the road.

hear this.

After getting in the car, Qiu Hong, who was starting a game, hurriedly said, "Step on the gas pedal quickly, and patrol the black market today, why did you run into him again, bad luck!"

"No wonder I spent 18 yuan and didn't get a fart! Feelings, I forgot to read the almanac when I went out today."

The rest of the yin and yang in the car nodded in sympathy.

Just seeing Jiang Chen makes me uncomfortable. From the perspective of behavioral psychology, this is called learned aversion.

A person repeatedly brings you bad feelings, and when he reappears in front of you, even if he doesn't do anything, it will make you feel uncomfortable all over.

...

on the way home.

Sister Hong hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't help but say, "Xiaochen, I always feel like we forgot something."

"Forgot what?" Jiang Chen thought for a while, then shook his head: "I can't remember."

After a while, there was a movement in the trunk, and there was a "woo woo woo" sound.

Sister Hong slapped her thigh and suddenly realized: "I remembered, that killer is still in our trunk, you just forgot to hand him over to the errand!"

Jiang Chen: "..."

Having said that, he also remembered.

The main reason was that the old man Wu Zong had brought him a great sense of oppression, which caused his nerves to be too tense and he forgot about such trivial matters.

"Forget it, I'll drop by and take them there tomorrow morning."

Jiang Chen thought for a while and said.

So after the two arrived in the community, they found a vacant haunted house under the name of Sister Hong, where someone died in the knocking ghost incident, and temporarily placed the killer in it.

For safety reasons.

Jiang Chen broke his tendons and hamstrings, and pierced his lute bone with a sharp knife. He heard that this could lock the strange man's strength to a certain extent.

Of course, this can only be considered a crooked method, without any verification.

So Jiang Chen used several folk-rumored methods to seal the strength, such as ear and nose sealing wax, breaking off the third phalanx of the ring finger, inserting a steel nail at the Baihui point, etc.

To ensure nothing goes wrong.

Finally, they nailed each other to a wall.

Before leaving, he patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, I was mainly afraid that you would run away dishonestly."

"Woooooo!" Zheng Xu's face was full of misery and resentment, and two lines of tears even flowed from his eyes.

I'm the most fucking honest!