Qin Mo is not a fool. Now his life is hanging by a thread. He is only a little bit away and dies on the flying sword in the hands of Qianhu, the Jinyiwei.

This old Taoist who suddenly appeared actually proposed to help him. How could Qin Mo refuse to agree to such a good thing?

This is simply God is favoring himself!

"Old god, they are indistinguishable from black and white. They are simply stupid officials. The boy almost died in vain. Please ask the old god to be fair."

Qin Mo didn't care about the old Taoist's intentions for him, so he hurriedly bowed to the old Taoist who was like a beggar and said.

This old Taoist, who is like a beggar, is so skillful that he can play with a flying sword in his palm. What a powerful skill.

If the old Taoist can help him, the danger tonight will naturally be relieved. Qin Mo will naturally not refuse to let the old Taoist save him.

"...Haha, it's your little kid who is polite, old god, haha, you're so cool, I like it if you hear it."

The old Taoist stared at Qin Mo, smiling like the bright sunshine on his face.

"Your kid is so likable, so the old man naturally wants to help you. Don't worry, haha!"

The old Taoist laughed.

Then, the old Taoist turned around and looked at the Jinyiwei Qianhu.

"What are you doing here? Are you really waiting for the veteran to teach you a lesson? Why don't you get out of here?"

The old Taoist glared at Qianhu, the Jinyiwei, and shouted.

"Old senior, you...you..."

At this moment, the Qianhu was angry when he saw the old Taoist. When he saw the old Taoist, he wiped off the talisman on his flying sword, and he already understood that he had met a master.

"What's the one behind your back... Get out of here, the old Taoist has no time to talk nonsense to you. This kid is not an assassin, nor a demon. You can get out of here with your subordinates."

The old Taoist glared and shouted at the Jinyiwei Qianhu.

"For the sake of you being an outer disciple of Tianfu Sect, the old Taoist is polite to you. If you talk nonsense, the old Taoist beats you to eat shit, do you believe it?"

The old Taoist priest shouted in a muffled voice.

Hearing the old Taoist scolding, the Jinyiwei family did not dare to let go, and the other Jinyiwei were even silent.

But just leaving in shame? The Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty was a little unwilling to accept it.

On weekdays, no one of these Jinyiwei is powerful, but now they are defeated, but they are a little unwilling to accept it.

"Old senior, this person may be the assassin who assassinated the prince of the Yan Prince's Mansion. Moreover, this person also used magic to burn people to death. I think..."

The Jinyiwei Qianhu plucked up his courage and said to the old Taoist in a low voice.

When the old Taoist heard this, he frowned.

"Old senior... juniors are also responsible, so please..."

Seeing that the old Taoist brows were raised, the Jinyiwei Qianhu was stuttering when he spoke.

"What are you thinking? What are you thinking about? Is it not that you don't believe what the old Taoist said? Well!"

The old Taoist looked angry and shouted.

"… The old Taoist said that he was not an assassin, he was not an assassin, nor was he a demon. What do you know? Get out of here if you don't know."

The old Taoist waved his hands gently, and the flying sword that was still in the old Taoist's hand instantly turned into powder.

Countless metal powders shine in the air with dotted light.

Suddenly, all the Jinyiwei, including the Jinyiwei Qianhu, all turned pale.

"But he burned three people to death, isn't that true?"

Qianhu was still a little unwilling to accept it, and he said tremblingly.

"It's not a good person to burn to death, it's not a good person. If you die, you'll die in vain..."

The old Taoist shouted unreasonably, and he waved his hand gently at the Qianhu in front of him.

Suddenly, a violent hurricane swept towards the Qianhu, the Jinyiwei.

In an instant, the Qianhu, the Jinyiwei, rolled out towards the back like a gourd.

The Jinyiwei Liss standing outside were all so scared that their faces were pale. They ran over to help Qianhu, who had rolled on the ground, who was already unconscious, and then ran towards the small road.

The old Taoist laughed when he saw the Jinyiwei running away in a mess.

It was not until this moment that Qin Mo breathed a sigh of relief that his life was finally saved.

As soon as Qin Mo's mood relaxed, the red light that bloomed from his body gradually restrained and disappeared into his body.

The old Taoist stared at Qin Mo and looked again and again, with a smile constantly appearing on his face, as if he had seen a rare treasure.

"Not bad, not bad... It's such a good piece of jade, it's so good, it's a good seedling, I like it..."

The old Taoist whispered inside his mouth, and the smile on his face never stopped. He kept spinning around Qin Mo and looked at him up and down.

Seeing that the old Taoist kept looking at him with such strange eyes and kept circling around him, it looked like an old cat saw a salted fish, Qin felt that the old Taoist was a little malicious.

This old Taoist helped him for no reason. How could such a good thing happen in the world?

Qin Mo is an orphan and has grown up in Luoxia Town since he was a child. There are many people from all walks of life.

There is no charity in the world for no reason! This old Taoist will never save himself for no reason. He must have had some purpose.

"...Thank you for saving the boy... Please accept the boy's three greetings."

Qin Mo bowed to the old Taoist and was about to bow to him.

Qin Mo thought to thank the old Taoist in advance. If the old Taoist made any excessive request, he would just say that he could not do it.

When the old Taoist saw Qin Mo, he was about to bow down and bow down. He hurriedly stepped forward and stopped Qin Mo.

"Hehe, little kid, don't rush to worship me. The old man wants to ask you some questions first. You have to answer honestly, and you are not allowed to lie."

The old Taoist smiled and said.

"If the boy knew, he would definitely speak out."

Qin Mo quickly replied.

"Hehe, little kid, how old are you this year? Are your parents still alive? Do you have any relatives and friends?"

The old Taoist asked Qin Mo.

"The boy is thirteen years old this year... Both his parents have died since he was a child, and he has no relatives at home and is no longer there."

Qin Mo was stunned when he heard the old Taoist’s question. He didn’t expect that the old Taoist just asked such a simple question and quickly answered the truth.

"Okay, both parents died, and all relatives and friends died! That's great! This is death, it's great! Haha!"

"...It's OK, I'm helpless and lonely, hehe! The old Taoist has picked up the treasure this time!"

After hearing Qin Mo's answer, the old Taoist smiled immediately, the shiny fat on his face trembled, and strange words were said in his mouth.

Isn’t this old man a lunatic?

When the old Taoist heard that other people's parents died, he actually smiled. How could there be such an unreasonable person in this world?

Qin Mo suddenly felt something was wrong. It seemed that he had met an old lunatic.

"Old god, actually... I still have one friend. There was an assassin assassin in the city before. The street was in chaos. My friend and I were separated. I was planning to find him now..."

"...If you have nothing else and it's getting late, you should go back and rest early... The boy is worried about his friend, so he plans to find him..."
Chapter completed!