Two days later.

Dongdong.

The knock on the door sounded, and the door opened. The person who opened the door was Qiu Ba who looked very tired with a pair of dark circles.

"It's you?!"

"It's me."

Jiang Ping smiled at him kindly and walked in.

"Wait a moment!"

Qiu Ba called Jiang Ping.

Jiang Ping turned around and saw Qiu Ba kneeling down and wailing:

"Young Master, just spare me and Lao Qiu. Lao Qiu is a useless man now and he can't do anything.

I am his son, my biological son. If you have any grudges, come to me. My father will repay the debts and sons. Please let Lao Qiu go!

And I had collected the money from the young master before, but I didn’t spend a penny, it was all here.

Young Master, can you take back the money and pretend that you have never met Laoqiu and me before?"

Qiu Ba spread his hands, and there were silver leaves with tooth marks inside. Look at Qiu Bayi's blood-covered eyes full of struggle.

Damn it!

What's going on?

Jiang Ping was stunned.

He tried hard to recall his behavior after meeting Qiu Daoyu and his son that day.

Very polite. Could it be that I didn’t laugh sincerely that day?

Jiang Ping was anxious and couldn't eat hot tofu, so after meeting, he didn't rush to find him.

I first left a good impression, and then spent two days asking about the background preferences of the Qiu family father and son from others, so I could prescribe the right medicine.

But what he knew about Qiu Ba’s all these two days that he had made up for something messy, and he even knelt down and begged for mercy as soon as he met.

Made, have you ever seen such a handsome person seeking revenge?!

Jiang Ping wanted to scold him fiercely, but considering that he had a good father, he first avoided him sideways, then helped Qiu Ba up and said with a wry smile:

"Brother Qiu, what are you doing? I've confused me."

Qiu Ba looked like I knew everything and wanted to kneel down again.

But he, a street gangster, could not compare with Jiang Ping's half-step master's methods? He could not kneel down even after using all his strength. His face was even more shocked.

He is indeed a master!

Qiu Ba was even more convinced of his speculation.

He cried with a sad face and said miserably: "I know that Lao Qiu didn't study well when he was young, and offended many people.

My mother told me before that when she saw my father, my father was covered in blood and must have been chased and killed.

But so many years have passed, and he is so old that he can't even take up a hammer. He is still sick and drunk. He also has a useless son like me, who can't even afford to marry a wife. The Lao Qiu family is about to lose their fortune.

He is already pitiful enough, would you please let him go?"

Jiang Ping didn't expect Qiu Ba to be so cruel. In order to pretend to be pitiful, he even scolded himself.

However, he finally figured out Qiu Ba's brain circuit and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. The deeper the misunderstanding will be, and when the relationship will be reconciled later, the true feelings will be.

"Brother Qiu misunderstood!"

Jiang Ping looked heartbroken and shouted loudly to the room:

"I just admire Senior Qiu and have no malice. The last time I met, I was too abrupt. I was going to visit this time, but I didn't expect that Brother Qiu was misunderstood. It was really..."

"It hurts so much!"

"Well? Isn't it really here to seek revenge?"

"It's really not!"

Jiang Ping acted very sincerely.

"Have you ever seen anyone seeking revenge with gifts?"

He took out a small gift box from his arms, which was the rouge he had originally planned to bring to his straightforward daughter.

Now it's just right to use as a prop.

Qiu Ba's eyes moved, as if he had come alive.

"Please wait, please."

He first picked up the silver leaves that fell on the ground, blew them all into his arms, and then walked into the inner room with his head held high and his chest raised.

Not long after, his extremely proud voice came:

"Lao Qiu, you just like to make a fuss. The young master just admires your skills and visits. You feel like you have a big revenge on life and death.

It made me not sleep well for two days. I was worried that someone would suddenly come and take my life.

Still glaring at me?!

If it weren't for me, you could eat and drink well every day, see what this is?

silver?!

Without me making money, you can drink all day long and call me a bastard, a bastard, a turtle grandson?!

You should put your knife down quickly. This knife is so evil, you will not feel cold when you hold it with an old bone. If you get rheumatism in the future, it will hurt on rainy days.

I'll tell you..."

"roll!"

Peng Lala!

With a scattered sound, Qiu Ba walked out of the house cursingly. When he saw Jiang Ping, he smiled with a pleasing smile:

"Young Master, don't worry, I have convinced Lao Qiu. Whatever you want him to do, I will agree to him even if I give him instructions."

At this moment, a little old man in black clothes and black scarf with a sinister face came out of the inner room.

He looked at his shameless son and shouted angrily:

"Get out!"

"Okay."

Qiu Baman answered indifferently, and then kept a flattering smile at Jiang Ping:

"Young master, wait a minute, I'll go out and make some good wine and food for you. You'll have a chat later."

"Don't get out of here!"

The little old man was obviously very excited just now, and he was very angry at this moment.

The image of the master!

Jiang Ping never expected that Qiu Daoyu, who was rumored to kill people without blinking and fucked the whole family at any time, could raise such a son.

How to say it?

One thing is to bring down another thing?

After Qiu Ba left, Jiang Ping laughed twice and said to Qiu Daoyu:

"The noble young master is really kind of true nature and lives a chic!"

Qiu Daoyu sighed and said:

"Which family is you the successor?

Sorry, I killed too many people back then and I really can't remember it.

But the disaster is not as good as the family. I still have to thank you if you can let Xiao Ba go.

But although I am old, I will not be able to hold my neck back."

He picked up a black broken knife, and the chilling on the blade was suffocating.

Jiang Ping: "..."

What's going on with this family?

Don't I understand yet?

"Senior Qiu, have you misunderstood something?"

"At a young age, he has the cultivation level of a half-step master. Which family is the core disciple of the Lingshui East Gate family? Or the Tu Su family in Shanyang?"

Both families died at his hands, and they were still the kind of core children.

The dangerous aura gradually spreads into the air.

The power of the tiger's death is still there, let alone a grandmaster who has not yet died. It is really hard to say that he wants to kill Jiang Ping, a parallel guy.

Jiang Ping understood.

In love, the father and son are both persecuted and paranoid, but they are heartless when they turn around and forget, but they are stubborn but cannot convince them in a few words.

Real father and son are definitely biological!

Jiang Ping is no longer playing with vain, and if he continues playing, he may really kill himself.

Seeing Qiu Daoyu's broken knife spread across the sky, a door that was faintly visible was rising and falling above his head, Jiang Ping decisively shouted:

"Help!"
Chapter completed!