Qi Mo's heart may have died with the one he loved a long time ago. Is he still alive just to witness the moment when the silver birches bloom with his wife and fulfill the agreement?

He was riddled with demon marks and was tortured all the time. What kind of belief allowed him to endure the painful time alone for 27 years?

If possible, Ren Jie would like to help him fulfill his wish, but the problem is... he is not the real lake spirit, and he does not have the ability to borrow Qi Mo for three years.

But in such a situation, there is no reason to reject the guardian who comes to the door.

I hope the real Lake Spirit God can see it...

Since you won't come out, I will stop it for you.

Ren Jie narrowed his eyes and said, "Lord Lake God can agree to your request. The question is...can you fight? Can you hold on to the scene...?"

Qi Mo's tone was calm: "Below the eighth level of Devouring Realm, anyone can be killed regardless of their origin or origin!"

"Above level eight, if you fight to the death, you have a slight chance of winning..."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Jiuli and the others were all paralyzed. Is this strength enough to walk sideways across the borders of various ethnic groups?

Ren Jie also had goosebumps all over his body. What kind of tyrannical warrior of pure love is this?

"Really...really so good at fighting?"

Qi Mo nodded: "If you don't believe me, I will guard the door for you tonight. If a strong person above the Devouring Realm steps even half a step across the threshold, you can just pretend that I have never been here."

He did not speak out arrogantly, but came from absolute confidence in his own strength.

Ren Jie immediately decided:

"Okay~ The probation period is 24 hours. If you perform well, I will recognize you, Qi Mo, as the Double Red Stick in my Guagua Gang and the number one thug under the Divine Envoy!"

"Without food, shelter, social security, five social insurances and one fund, how about signing a three-year labor contract with no days off all year round and working in vain without being paid?"

Everyone looked at Ren Jie in horror.

What kind of shady boss is this? You haven’t followed even one of the labor laws, right?

And when was the Guagua Gang established? It doesn’t sound like a serious gang?

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br> Qi Mo nodded, picked up the facial makeup on the table and put it on his face again, put the two black knives on his waist, stood up and said: "Okay!"

Everyone is vomiting blood, are you okay? Are you really going to do such a crotchless treatment?

Qi Mo just stepped out of the hotel and stood in front of the door outside the window. He put one hand on the handle of the knife and stood still like a door god.

However, before Qi Mo could stand there for a moment, a tall, plump and handsome young man led a little girl wearing a floral dress, holding a lollipop in her mouth, and wearing braids to the door of the hotel.

After glancing at Qi Mo, he raised his feet to cross the threshold.

At this moment, Qi Mo drew his sword. The moment he drew his sword, the world seemed to lose its color, and a thick jet-black ink spurted out from the scabbard.

Directly across the neck of the black-haired young man, cold murderous intent bloomed in his eyes.

"Those who cross the line will die!"

The black-haired young man paused and looked down at the long knife across his neck.

The strange thing is that Qi Mo's knife is not made of metal, but made of ink strips, and the ink knife has no edge...

The little girl couldn't help but hug the black-haired young man's arm tightly: "Grandpa~ This... this uncle is so fierce~"

The black-haired young man touched the little girl's head and showed a kind smile: "Don't be afraid~ This is not a bad uncle..."

Then his eyes fell on Qi Mo's face:

"Young man, don't be so angry. It hurts your liver. I have something to ask Lord Lake God. Can you let me in?"

But Qi Mo's knife didn't move at all, it was still lying across his neck.

The black-haired young man squinted his eyes, and there seemed to be sparks blooming in his pupils...

At this moment, Ren Jie quickly spoke:

"Oh haha? Is there another interview? Come on, let him in!"

If he didn't say anything, the two of them might start fighting at the door.

Qi Mo put away the knife and said no more, while the black-haired young man led his granddaughter into the tea room and sat down.

"My name is Beifeng. I came to see the Spirit God today because I have something to ask for..."

Qing reminded: "I still can't see the level clearly. Above the sixth level of enlightenment, it is very strong, maybe not weaker than Qi Mo..."

Ren Jie's mouth twitched, here comes another big boss? How many masters are hidden in this eternal town?

"Ahem~ Are you here to interview as a thug too?"

Bei Feng's expression froze: "Well... that's right..."

Then he rubbed the little girl's head lovingly and said, "Go and talk to Xiao Yiwan'er about some things with Grandpa."

The little girl roared excitedly and hurriedly went to find Zhou Xiaoyi...

I saw Beifeng smiling and saying:

"I am 114 years old this year. I joined the army at the age of 19 and retired at the age of 79. It is not an exaggeration to say that I have spent my life in the military."

"I have seen too many lives and deaths in my life. Most of my comrades and friends of the same age have left first, leaving me alone. I know that sooner or later it will be my turn..."

"I am not afraid of death. In my limited life, I have been crazy, brilliant, frustrated, satisfied, experienced the troughs of life, and crossed countless hills. I have no regrets..."

"I thought I could welcome death calmly, but... I was wrong. I have concerns and a reason to want to stay in this world for a while..."

As he spoke, Bei Feng's eyes fell on his granddaughter Bei Nuanyang, his brows and eyes full of tenderness.

Qingdao: "I found it. Beifeng, a native of Xuecheng, joined the Lingwu Army at the age of 19. He has won one special class, 3 first-class, 16 second-class, and 41 third-class merits. Because of his extremely outstanding performance,

At the age of 28, he joined Longjiao and kept his identity information confidential, codenamed Fenglang..."

"Served in the Dragon Horn for ten years, made great military exploits, and received the Red Heart Medal.

Zhang, later joined the Triumph Legion and served as the captain of the Northern Wolf Brigade. He resigned due to injury at the age of 55 and was transferred to the Lingwu Army Training Camp as a combat instructor. He retired at the age of 79 and led countless troops. Many current officers are his apprentices."

"This is a living legend, an immortal veteran!"

Qi Mo's information may be difficult to find, but Beifeng has served in the army for 60 years, and with Qing's skills, it is impossible not to find it.

Qing looked at the black-haired young man in front of her with awe in her heart.

Even Ren Jie looked solemn.

How many people did this person in front of him win back from the hands of Lord Yama?

Every one of those illustrious military exploits was paid for with one's life, right?

Ren Jie's scalp was numb and he quickly said: "Senior Beifeng, the reason why you don't want to leave is... because of your great-granddaughter? Her parents..."

Beifeng was startled and looked at Ren Jie with satisfaction.

Then he said: "My wife died early, my son and daughter-in-law all joined the army and died in the war against demons, and my grandchildren and daughter-in-law were also in the army and died in the ethnic battlefield..."

"My Bei family is full of loyalists. On the bright red flag of Daxia, there is a bright red color that belongs to the Bei family..."

"Now... Nuanyang is the only relative in this world like me. I could have accepted death calmly without worries, but now I have a reason to stay. I just want to watch my granddaughter grow up and be a great person."

His big tree that shelters him from the wind and rain..."

"But...I have lived for too long. I am covered with hidden wounds. I have already been half buried in the ground. I don't have much time left. That's why I brought Nuanyang to the town to extend my life. I hope to live longer so that I can accompany her for a while longer."

…”

As soon as these words came out, the entire tea room fell silent. Lu Chen clenched his fists and looked at Bei Nuanyang with a struggling expression.

Beifeng deserves to be known as a loyal family. It is precisely because of these people who have fought and shed blood that Daxia is what it is today, right?

Looking at Bei Nuanyang who was happily playing with Zhou Xiaoyi, and the bright smile on her face...
Chapter completed!