Jing Fanzhi touched his nose. It wasn't that he was useless, but that the Yu family's cultivation was so perverted that few in Kyoto City could compare with it.
"Yu Wushuang is also a cruel person."
Speaking of which, he seems to be inferior to Yu Wushuang.
Thinking of the silver needle yesterday, if Yu Wushuang hadn't done it for the sake of the priest's house, he seemed to be unable to come back.
"Hmph, how can you easily sneak into the Marquis' Mansion without any good means?" Jing Tianquan said with a glance.
"No, grandpa, you haven't seen that an embroidery needle is alive in her hand, and it can easily break up my quicksand."
Jing Fanzhi touched his chin with his finger and thought about it all night but couldn't figure it out.
"The quicksand was scattered by an embroidery needle?" Jing Tianquan was stunned.
"Ang, I didn't even see how she took action at that time. Grandpa, look at my neck. If she wanted to kill someone, she could just blink."
Only then did Jing Tianquan notice the gauze wrapped around his grandson's neck. He was shocked and hurriedly went to check: "She dared to hurt you. Is it serious? Is it poisonous?"
Seeing how nervous the old man was, Jing Fanzhi couldn't help but sigh in his heart, his grandfather still loved him very much.
Look, he was so nervous when he saw him injured.
"No, as I said, it's just an ordinary embroidery needle. Tell me, how did she, a person who has no fear of Qi, do it?"
"No matter how she did it, she actually hurt you. Don't worry, grandpa will get it back for you..." As he said this, Jing Tianquan paused as he was about to remove the gauze around his neck, and it took him a while to react.
Coming over, I was shocked: "Aren't you afraid?"
"yes."
"Then why did you sign a contract with Bishui Ling?"
"Hmm? I didn't sign it."
Jing Tianquan: "..."
Didn't sign a contract with the spirit beast, and didn't fear the aura?
"You said that Bishui Ling is hers, how could it be possible that you didn't sign a contract?"
My heart is lifted.
"Bishui Ling belongs to her, but she hasn't signed a contract with her. Grandpa, you are so confused. My aunt's daughter is naturally fearless and cannot sign a contract with a spiritual beast."
Jing Tianquan sat dumbly, his face turned pale, and he stared blankly at his eldest grandson: "Yu Wushuang has no fear, and he hasn't signed a contract with a spiritual beast, right?"
"That's right." Jing Fanzhi stared with clean eyes and said: "It's just because Bi Shuiling didn't sign the contract, so it's not Yu Wushuang's fault for hurting the fourth princess. Although anyone with a discerning eye can see that Bi Shuiling listens to Yu.
Wushuang's words, but no one has signed a contract, no one dares to stand up and say anything. In fact, I am very strange, why do spiritual beasts who have not signed a contract listen to Yu Wushuang's words so much."
He spoke plausibly, and the more he spoke, the more energetic he became.
Every time Jing Tianquan heard another word, he wanted to slap him in the mouth more. In the end, he couldn't hold it back and slapped Jing Fanzhi on the head with a fearful slap.
As soon as Jing Fanzhi closed his mouth, an oppressive fear enveloped his head and he fell down. Immediately, he fell headfirst into the carriage as the earth began to spin.
The pain on his head made him wake up. When he raised his hand and touched his head, a lump as big as a child's fist appeared on his head.
When he touched the bag, his fingers trembled and he was a little afraid to move. He turned to look at the old man and said, "Are you my biological grandfather? If you beat me out of fear, I will tell my father."
"Tell your dad? I'm afraid you don't know that your dad went to the Demon Forest after being beaten." Jing Tianquan's eyes almost burst.
Jing Fanzhi was indignant and gritted his teeth: "You are so cruel to kill your own grandson."