I really want to be a cook

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I really can't beat them.

Even the adults who came to help from the God Detective Division ended up being silent, so he didn't dare to resist.

I had to let these people toss about in Zhuangzi every night.

Fortunately, during the day, they still have to show some face and not be too messy.

But they turned the entire backer sect upside down, and they still haven't found the magical weapon they were talking about.

Gui Youtian was afraid that they would lose their temper in the end and directly attack the sect's disciples.

In fact, just these days, several disciples of their backer sect have disappeared.

When they were found, they were already out of breath, and looking at their remains, they knew that they had been tortured a lot during their lifetime.

Fortunately, as soon as the rumor spread, he sent the elderly, women, children and some young adults in the Zong to take refuge in the city.

He took the rest of his disciples to guard the sect, watching the bandits toss.

Because if they all ran away, once these people couldn't find the magic weapon, they might suspect that they ran away with something, and they would not let them go.

But he knew that this group of people turned into thieves every night and tortured his disciples to death, but in the daytime, he had to greet them with a smile, as if nothing happened.

Gui Youtian took a deep breath and buried all the grievances in his heart.

In addition to their principle of low-key life, the tortoise attribute is also indispensable for the patron sect to be passed down to this day.

Aggrieved is a bit aggrieved, but living is the most important thing.

The people inside the sedan chair seemed to understand his concerns, and changed their voices:

"Chen Guanhe, you go in with Sect Leader Gui. If anyone refuses to accept it, you don't have to be polite."

"Yes!"

A young man with a pair of sword-brows stood up to Tian Zhuwei who had just stepped forward to report, and stretched out his hand towards Gui Youtian and said:

"Return to the head, please."

Gui Youtian wanted to refuse again, but he still didn't dare.

"...Okay, you guys wait here, I'll just go in with this little brother."

He explained to his disciples behind him.

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Waiting for the people to leave, Jiang Ping asked excitedly inside the sedan chair:

"how is it going?"

"Did my performance just now have that kind of inscrutable, um, majestic feeling?"

"I think they must have panicked just now, hahaha"

Qiu Daoyu and Wuqing looked at each other, both of them were speechless.

The difference is that Qiu Daoyu is used to it, so his eyes are flat, with a feeling of looking down on the world of mortals.

Ruthless is more helpless, with a hint of pampering.

It's like a sister is to a brother.

In her eyes, this kind of Jiang Ping is more real and kinder, not so far away from her.

In other words, in front of the person he likes, all his behaviors can be explained by the most beautiful reasons in the world.

Seeing that no one answered, Jiang Ping coughed, gave Qiu Daoyu a proud little look, and then silently wrote down a small note in his heart.

After following him for so long, I actually forgot to cooperate with him.

Qiu Daoyu's calm expression retracted, secretly screaming that it was terrible.

It's all his fault that he has been living in peace for too long, forgetting the bloody look in his eyes before, and missing such a good opportunity to flatter his son.

Needless to say, another sum has to be written down.

The son's bad taste always comes unexpectedly.

Maybe next time he and Da Mao will be tied up to watch his son cook hot pot together.

Fortunately, Da Mao was with him, so he was not alone.

Qiu Daoyu regained his composure, but his thoughts drifted away sadly.

The atmosphere became awkward.

Jiang Ping decided to shut up.

A qualified boss will not be a chatterbox.

About a stick of incense or so.

Chen Guanhe's voice came from outside the sedan chair:

"My lord, all have been notified."

Jiang Ping opened his eyes and said to Wuqing:

"Senior Sister Wuqing, let's go out and ask, see if they know about Leng Sirius, and clean up some miscellaneous fish along the way."

He nodded ruthlessly, put on a dead wood mask, and an indifferent and withered temperament emerged spontaneously.

Jiang Ping also put on the silver-white faceless mask.

After that, no one knew that the cold mask was actually a joke.

The car curtain was lifted, and Jiang Ping and Wuqing walked out one by one. Their clothes were clean and there was no trace of mess.

But Chen Guanhe was still slightly taken aback.

Why is there still a ruthless head teacher in the sedan chair?

It has long been heard that Head Coach Wuqing has an unclear relationship with the boss.

Now it seems that the rumors are really not groundless.

Then he thought that some of the brothers who had been close to him were secretly competing with each other, saying that they wanted to pursue President Wuqing.

Because they have all accidentally seen the appearance of President Wuqing, and they all say that he is first-class and cute, which doesn't match the name Wuqing at all.

Originally, Chen Guanhe still had a little daydream.

After all, as a student, if you catch up with the head teacher, you will be awesome everywhere.

but now, hiss

No, I must tell those idiots when I go back this time, this is not awesome, this is courting death!

"Everyone's here?"

Looking at the people who were called out from the farm gathered together, Jiang Ping's voice was neither happy nor sad.

Chen Guanhe didn't dare to slack off, he quickly came to his senses and replied:

"My lord, the people should not be ready yet."

Speaking of which, the number of times he met Jiang Ping was very few, except for the first time when he recognized his face, he rarely saw him afterwards.

But every time they meet, someone must be eliminated.

Their elimination is divided into two types, one is that they are not strong enough to be screened out.

This kind is generally directly transferred to the adult's industry, and the basic construction will be carried out for the return of relatives and friends from the thirteen countries.

The other is that they are too irritable and can't stand the rules, so they are forcibly eliminated.

Generally, this kind of people are now staying in the black prison, and they don't see any oil and water every day.

Last time he found a chance to bring a roast chicken to see a friend, and when he came back, he remembered two things in his head.

One is how cold the water in the moat is, and the other is that the roast chicken is so delicious.

Since then, Chen Guanhe has made up his mind that there is nothing to say, and from now on, he will listen to the boss in everything.

It's definitely not because of cowardice, he just wants to have a place to settle down for the relatives and elders of the Thirteen Kingdoms.

Once the situation in Thirteen Kingdoms is not right, family members and friends have to retreat here.

Only when he stands high enough can he provide them with enough shelter.

Otherwise, if they wanted to settle here with their family property, they would have to go through several battles and pay a price.

That's it.

I do it all for my family, this grievance is nothing!

For a moment, Chen Guanhe, whose soul had been baptized by himself, looked more respectful towards Jiang Ping.

This is their hope for the future.

Jiang Ping didn't know what Chen Guanhe was thinking at this moment, but even if he knew, he didn't care.

He dared to use people from the Thirteen Kingdoms because he was sure of this.

Out of the territory of the Thirteen Kingdoms, they are rootless duckweeds.

It's better in Zhao country, after all, he has a bit of love with him, as long as he is willing to go out, it's not a problem to help provide a shelter.

But in the Qin and Wei countries, unless they have been in contact, as long as they go there, they will end up being swallowed up.

There is a high chance that one of the ten forces can survive safely.

"There is still time for a stick of incense. When the time is up, the Tianzhu Guards will enter the house, and they will kill them. Order them to go on. This is their last chance."

Jiang Ping's voice was still as flat as water, not even a bit murderous.

But the more so, the more frightened the people who heard it.

They are not afraid of ruthless people, they are afraid of this kind of people who kill people like mowing grass.

Gui Youtian's heart skipped a beat, his mouth was dry, he didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

In addition, many people with ghosts in their hearts are sweating on their foreheads.

They have recognized Jiang Ping's identity.

According to the rumors, Master Jiang Ping, the supervisor of Tianzhuwei, likes to wear a silver-white faceless mask the most.

The mask almost became his identification.

At this moment, even the thought of escaping was directly skipped.

On the other side, Tian Zhuwei's voice spread throughout the farm of the Backer Sect.

"Those who don't come out of a stick of incense will be shot to death!"

"Kill or kill!"

"Kill or kill!"

The cold voice spread in all directions, and the flow of people at the entrance of the farm gathered even faster the next moment.

Some people even wanted to say hello to Jiang Ping:

"Hello Supervisor Jiang, here is Xin Jiuquan, the senior brother of Tiejianmen, and my master is Tiejian Wudi Tong Wudi."

Ruthlessly on the side suddenly sneered and said:

"I've heard of this person, the Tong Wudi who claimed to have abandoned the sword for [-] years, but was still invincible with the sword. Later, he met the sword god Xie Shisan, and his heart was broken by a sword.

Tiejianmen has also declined since then, why does your master still have the face to come out? "

Xin Jiuquan's smile faltered, and he retreated into the crowd without speaking.

As for such a slap in the face?

And with the lessons learned from the past, others dare not step forward, only feel that Supervisor Jiang is worthy of Supervisor Jiang, aloof and sacred, inviolable.

Jiang Ping gave Wuqing an appreciative look,

Yes, with Lao Qiu's three-point skill, I understand him.

Wait a while.

Jiang Ping waved his hand.