I really want to be a cook

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Yan Po sneered, and decided not to be as knowledgeable as the guy in front of her, otherwise she could only be vomiting blood.

Snapped!

Another slap.

Jiang Ping's face turned hard, and he cursed and said:

"Ma De, don't you look at your current status, a prisoner, and you dare to meet the green robe lord, is it that you can see the lord if you want to see him?

Be honest, answer whatever I ask you later, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude. "

Yan Po didn't get angry, she looked straight at Jiang Ping with a pair of indifferent eyes, and asked quietly:

"What's your name?"

Jiang Ping snorted coldly: "Why do you want to ask my name? Are you planning to take revenge on me in the future?"

"Are you scared? Is that why you're afraid of me escaping? Or are you afraid to kill me?"

Yan Po asked back.

Mingming's tone was very light, but anyone could understand the disdain in her mouth.

"hehe"

Jiang Ping sneered again, and said indifferently:

"If you don't want to change your name when you're going, and if you don't change your surname when you sit down, that's true for Shangguan Tianbao!"

While inspecting a certain bank branch, Shangguan Tianbao, who was carrying out the business of the association, sneezed suddenly:

"Which bastard is talking about Lao Tzu behind his back?"

"Shangguan Tianbao."

Yan Po kept this name firmly in her heart, and by the way, Jiang Ping's face.

"Okay, now I'll ask, you answer, if you can't answer one sentence, I'll put a knife in your face."

Jiang Ping pulled out a dagger.

The dagger is covered with a sharkskin scabbard. It looks unpretentious on the surface, but once you pull it out, you can see the fish scale-like knife pattern on the blade of the dagger, shining in the sun, just like the ripples on the water surface, very fancy .

"you?!"

Yan Po recognized the dagger in Jiang Ping's hand, which was one of her treasures.

It is called Thousand Blades, and it is of the quality of a famous tool. Once the wound is cut, it will produce a tearing effect, which will not heal for a long time.

It was her favorite prop used to punish her subordinates.

I didn't expect to use it on myself one day.

"My what, my name?"

Jiang Ping put the dagger on Yan Po's face.

"You, don't shake your hands."

Yan Po gave in.

In dignity and face, she chose face.

I don't know how much effort it took to maintain this face of hers to its current state. If it is cut by a thousand blades, decades of hard work will be destroyed.

Even if he could kill the bastard in front of him in the future, it wouldn't help.

"Yan Po."

"I'm asking your real name, don't use your nickname to fool me, this is the first warning, if it's the next time, I'll be really rude."

Jiang Ping asked again: "Name?"

"Bai Xiaohua."

Jiang Ping was silent for a while, then said, "Did you lie to me?"

What the hell?

After all, he is also the No. [-] character in the Demon Sect, and his name is Xiao Baihua, which is too dramatic.

Yan Po sneered and said, "Since the green robe handed me over to you, didn't I tell you my name?

Stop talking nonsense and just state your purpose. "

"readily."

Jiang Ping praised, and then asked:

"gender?"

Yan Po took a deep breath, but the corner of her mouth couldn't help shedding another trace of blood.

Then she felt a biting pain on her face, as if there were countless ants crawling around on it, constantly tearing her skin with their mouthparts.

"Dally, I really think I'm joking with you."

Jiang Ping wiped the blood from the knife edge, flicked the dagger lightly, groaned nicely, and then put the dagger on the other side of Yan Po's face again.

"The wound just now was very shallow, but this time it's not necessarily so."

"Female."

Yan Po almost gritted her teeth and spit out this word.

She Yan Po has never been humiliated like this.

Just wait, you will die badly!

At this time, she could only be ruthless in her heart, thinking about the scene of revenge in the future so that she could barely lose her mind.

"age?"

"62."

"I didn't expect you to be my grandma, tsk tsk, well maintained."

Jiang Ping's frivolous evaluation made Yan Po once again break through her psychological bottom line.

She gritted her teeth and swore again that she would never let this hateful, disgusting bastard in front of her go!

"What position do you hold in the magic gate?"

"Yan Po."

"I didn't ask you for your nickname. Do you know your job? What do you usually do?"

"Responsible for supervision, selection, and training of new disciples."

"Well, what is your relationship with Murong Xianxian?"

Upon hearing this question, Yan Po's eyes cleared instantly. She took a deep look at Jiang Ping, and a scene flashed in her mind.

It was a man with a lazy temperament lying on a big white dog.

It's just that she was fighting while retreating at the time, and she just swept it away. If it wasn't for the man's outstanding appearance and unique temperament, she might not have left an impression on him.

It turned out that they had met before.

But just as she was thinking, she was stabbed in the face again, and the familiar pain hit again.

"Made, I don't even look at my current situation. I still want to have something else in my heart. Look at it again, and see if I poach your eyes, believe it or not?"

Jiang Ping's cursing words made Yan Po fall into extreme anger again, and at the same time, there was a trace of fear that even she didn't want to believe.

At this time, she hadn't realized that Jiang Ping had firmly controlled the rhythm of this game from the very beginning.

In the seemingly rascally playful dialogue, it was the beginning of her fall step by step, and it was also a ruthless move to break through her defenses.

"Master and apprentice, she is my apprentice."

At this moment, Yan Po just wanted to end the interrogation quickly and get the knife away from her face.

Taoist Kongshan?

Jiang Ping remembered that he had talked with Jiu Xianren and Tie Guanyin about the situation of Murong's family, and the person Murong Chun was most likely to turn to for help.

It turned out that after a long time, the biggest traitor was invited back by themselves. It would be a ghost if the family was not wiped out.

But I have to double check.

"Are you a Kongshan Taoist?"

Yan Po nodded: "Yes, this is an identity I have used before."

Yep, that's right.

Sure enough, opening a vest is a common hobby of bigwigs.

"Why did you arrest her?"

Yan Po paused and said: "She is born with a pure yin body, and she is one of the cauldrons I chose for this generation of Holy Son.

With her pure yin energy, the Holy Son's confidence in breaking through the Grand Master can be increased by at least [-]%. "

There was one more word she didn't say.

Once the Holy Son breaks through the grand master, he can reconcile with her yin and yang and help her break through the grand master.

Well, this is the traditional art of Momen.

The original holy son, the contemporary Yan Jun.

Jiang Ping smacked his mouth and suddenly felt deep jealousy.

It turns out that there are advantages to being a holy son. The concubine is chosen by others since childhood, and they also help to cultivate them.

It's one of the special ones, really

So enviable!

It's a pity that it's not easy to clean up. He finally got a pseudo-decent image, which can't be wasted casually.

Otherwise, if you follow Qiye into the Demon Sect, you might be able to become a holy son.

The benefits of Momen are really good, and they are also given to wives.

This wish that has been fantasized by male compatriots for countless years was actually realized in advance by the notorious Demon Gate.

Although it is a selective release, it is a small step for the magic gate, but it is a big step for the evolution of the entire marriage relationship between men and women.

Jiang Ping let out a sneer, put away the envy in his eyes, and asked the last question:

"What is the identity of that bastard who wields the sword?"

Anyone who steals his limelight is a jerk.

And he didn't believe it, it really was such a coincidence that this person just happened to pass by here, just heard the news that Murong Xianxian was hunted down, and fell from the sky when Murong Xianxian was alone and helpless.

So much is just right, that is deliberate and planned for a long time.

After all, not everyone is like him, his heart shines like gold, he is willing to help others, he does not ask for anything in return, and he draws his sword to help when nothing is wrong.

And even if he is as good as him, he still has the slightest thought of being unspoken, let alone someone else.

This person must have a ghost!

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Yan Po shook her head: "I don't know, I just heard that he called himself Qi Zhengyang, the Xishan Sword Sect, and he made a fast sword with amazing power."

"Qi Zhengyang, the sword sect of Huashan Mountain?"

Jiang Ping muttered, the name seemed familiar, he always felt he had heard it somewhere.

Of course, it must not be now, but when in the previous life.

Huayue Jianzong is one of the Five Sacred Sword Sects, and Wuyue Jianzong is the protagonist of the second expansion, and almost all the plots revolve around them more or less.

I've heard of it, but I don't have a deep impression. It should be that I heard his name in a major event that happened in the second expansion pack.

It's just that at this time, the players are generally playing soy sauce, playing their own things, and haven't personally participated in it, so the memory must not be very deep.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Jiang Ping's mind, and the fog dissipated.