I really want to be a cook

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"what?"

Shuai Si was gearing up, ready to go up and slash him, but he didn't expect the president to let him go.

He couldn't help being discouraged:

"President, we just left them behind, isn't it too disrespectful?"

"If it weren't for the fact that no one is there, and because you have been with me for several years, I will replace you next time I say anything."

"If we don't leave now, are we waiting for someone to clean us up?"

The elder brother patted the handsome four heads, and said in a bad mood:

"They died in vain. I paid for it. Don't rush forward foolishly."

"Hurry up, find a place to go offline, and make a good rectification. We will have a long-term battle soon, but there is no time for you to go offline."

"Oh."

Shuai Si nodded blankly, and belatedly flattered him:

"No wonder I can only be the captain, the president. With your IQ and level, if I were the boss, I would also let you be the president."

"This is the most level sentence you said tonight."

The corner of the elder brother's mouth curved, leaving Shuai Si a proud and connotative back view.

Behind.

Blood stained Xiaoguang red.

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puff puff! !

The blade cut through the flesh, and the blood sprayed in the air.

With the last few screams, the battle gradually came to an end.

The air was filled with the strong smell of burnt houses after burning down.

Chen Guanhe couldn't help coughing, but the aftertaste in his mouth was full of blood and bitterness.

Looking around, there are only brothers in twos and threes left beside them.

They were back to back, facing enemies attacking from all directions, they could only focus on one thing and lose another. Every minute and every second, a new wound would be added to their bodies.

But everyone is still insisting.

Chen Guanhe looked into the distance, the sky had already turned white, and after a night of deep sleep, insects and birds could be faintly heard in the distant woods.

The morning wind blows, bringing with it a touch of fresh water vapor, blowing away the smell of gunpowder smoke and diluting the blood energy, which makes one's spirits shake.

Tear!

Chen Guanhe tore off a strip of cloth from his clothes, and tied the sword in his hand firmly with his hands.

He has no strength left.

He was afraid that when he swung his sword later, someone would knock down the weapon.

That's too embarrassing.

To die, you have to die like a human being.

Even without the attention of the audience, he still has to stand and shed the last drop of blood.

only……

I can no longer serve the elders.

A faint regret appeared in Chen Guanhe's mind.

He originally thought that he could gain a firm foothold in Zhao State, so that the two elders could enter the family ancestral hall in the future and be worshiped by the whole clan.

He also wants to send the two elders to die.

But life is full of surprises.

Chen Guanhe squeezed out the last of his strength, and shouted at the many warriors who surrounded him:

"Tian Zhu Wei! Kill!"

The few Tianzhu guards left, when they heard Chen Guanhe's charge, no matter what they thought in their hearts, they all laughed at the moment and staggered forward to kill.

"kill!"

"What a hero!"

Yang Kun, who confronted Chen Guanhe last night, stroked his long beard, and the head of the dragon stick in his hand was already stained with blood.

He swept away thousands of troops with one stick, and took the lives of more than a handful of Tian Zhuwei.

Seeing that Chen Guanhe would rather die than admit defeat, and took the lead in the charge, his heart was also surging.

He is also considered half a soldier, and he admires this kind of hero the most.

It's just that they have different ways and don't conspire with each other.

If it was off the court, maybe he would invite him to drink and eat meat, but since he was an enemy now, he couldn't let it go.

"The old man will give you a ride!"

Holding the long stick high, it was the simplest way to smash Huashan Mountain, but with the most powerful force, a white tiger with its teeth and claws on the head of the stick transformed into form with the gushing qi.

The white tiger breaks the army gun!

At this moment, the stick is used instead of the gun. Although it is not as sharp as a gun, it is more powerful by three points.

Given the current state of Chen Guanhe and the others, they would all die if this stick came down.

This is Yang Kun's strongest move, and it is also the greatest recognition for them.

"Father, mother, the child is not filial."

The white tiger attacked, Chen Guanhe was powerless to resist, the long sword was broken by the white tiger's evil spirit, he closed his eyes, and died calmly.

However, he waited for a long time, but the expected pain did not appear, instead the air suddenly became cold.

He opened his eyes and found that everyone was motionless, as if they had been tapped on the Dingshen acupuncture point, their eyes were looking up, full of fear.

He followed and looked up.

In the sky, a long knife nearly a hundred feet across the void, half black and half white, exuding a deadly breath.

Clothed in gray, he is imposing in the void, and his invisible aura firmly suppresses everyone present.

It was Qiu Daoyu.

Chen Guanhe recognized this old man who had been by his lord's side all year round.

I heard that he is a grand master of martial arts, he was favored by the lord in the early years, and he has followed the lord ever since.

When he comes, the adults also come.

Chen Guanhe's heart skipped a beat.

At the same time, endless fatigue flooded his body instantly.

In the sky, Qiu Daoyu waved his sleeve.

When the knife light fell, the crowd immediately separated to the two sides, and those who couldn't dodge turned into corpses.

A wide passage was almost forcibly cut out.

The silent Jiang Ping walked slowly, stepping on the bloody corpses all over the ground.

Although everyone couldn't see through the complexion under the silver-white mask at the moment, through those black eyes, the frightening cold still made people tremble in their hearts.

"never mind."

Jiang Ping patted Chen Guanhe on the shoulder, and said very solemnly:

"I am coming."

"grown ups……"

Chen Guanhe wanted to say something.

But with Jiang Ping's arrival, he felt a sigh of relief, but he couldn't hold on any longer, his head fainted, and he fell limp directly.

"Senior Sister Wuqing, take care of them."

Jiang Ping scanned the rest of the Heavenly Punishment Guards, and he could count on one hand, only seven or eight of them.

In other words, almost all the people he brought over this time were wiped out.

It stands to reason that his relationship with Tianzhuwei is more of a relationship of interest.

He provides them with shelter and opportunity, and they offer him loyalty and ability.

In his eyes, Tian Zhuwei is treated like a tool man, and he doesn't feel bad at all if he dies.

But Jiang Ping is panicking in his heart now.

Because they don't deserve to die!

They didn't have to die.

But just because of these small characters, just under his nose, the people under him were almost wiped out.

Jiang Ping turned around and looked at the crowd who were cowering and trying to retreat.

"Now, give me a reason not to kill you."

"Old Qiu!"

"Yes, son!"

Qiu Daoyu opened his hands, and countless saber qi gushed out from behind him, like a fish swimming in the air, filling the void, forming a field of saber aura.

From top to bottom, the saber air fell for hundreds of meters.

No one can escape.

One person can suppress the whole audience.

Well, it's Lao Qiu.

"Jiang Jian, this old man is Yang Kun from the Yang Family of Tianbing City. This matter is all a misunderstanding."

Among the crowd, Yang Kun came out more and more.

If you look carefully, the Panlong stick in his hand has been broken, the incision is smooth, it should be made by a single knife.

"Misunderstand?"

Jiang Ping sneered and said:

"Do you want to kill this seat in vain just for a misunderstanding? Besides, you are not qualified to say a misunderstanding in front of this seat!"

Jiang Ping made a move.

Yang Kun staggered, and felt an unstoppable force snatch the dragon stick in his hand.

"Just now, my seat is very majestic."

Even Jiang Ping in a weak state, his strength is not comparable to that of a grandmaster.

"This stick killed many of my subordinates, right?"

Jiang Ping looked at the Panlong stick and gently stroked it with his hand.

Pong!

The stick shattered inch by inch, turning into balls of powder and falling down.

Yang Kun's expression changed, and he said:

"Jiang Jian, I am a member of the Yang family. I have served under the White Tiger Army, and I have a relationship with your father-in-law, Chief Tie, and..."

"Your Yang Family Patriarch, Yang Wanhai, is standing in front of me today, and you have to die!"

Jiang Ping glanced over.

Yang Kun immediately stood still, and then blood gushed out of his eye sockets, followed by gushing out of his mouth and nose.