Seeing this scene, Miao Jinge's eyes almost burst open, filled with shock, fear and disbelief.
He never thought that Ye Wujiu, who was kidnapped by him, was so tyrannical that he could kill Qingpao with just one finger.
Thinking of Ye Wujiu's submissiveness and the scene of being despised by him, Miao Jinge felt his mouth go dry for a while.
Later, he regretted it endlessly.
Why kidnap Ye Wujiu?
This is a group of sheep tying up a tiger.
But it was useless no matter how much he regretted it. The ancestor of Qingpao was already dead, and Ye Wujiu stood in front of them.
The sky didn't know when it started to rain. It wasn't heavy, as fine as cow hair, but it was very cold, and it hit the skin of the body extremely hard to the bone.
Miao Jinge wiped a handful of rain off his face and wanted to say something to Ye Wujiu, but found that there was nothing to say.
The seventh ancestor of the Miao family also had his eyes widened, full of anger and fear.
They are more than a hundred years old, all have the strength of the Earth Realm, and they are still people who reached the Earth Realm decades ago.
Although it has been difficult to break through, the realm has already been stabilized. If eight people go out together, it is enough to sweep through most of China.
This is also the main reason why Jiu Qiansui is gentle towards Miao Jinge.
Unexpectedly, someone stepped on the door of their house tonight and directly pointed out Qingpao. They couldn't help being shocked and angry: "Who are you?"
Ye Wujiu was very honest: "My name is Ye Wujiu, I am Ye Fan's incompetent adoptive father, and I am also the hostage kidnapped by Miao Jinge."
Miao Jinge spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and his heart hurt so much that he was so angry.
The red-robed ancestor stepped forward and roared: "Are you going to go against us?"
"I don't want to provoke you either."
Ye Wujiu pinched out a soft white cigarette, took out a box of matches that came from nowhere, and lit it: "After all, I am just a boater. I have been through too many storms, and now I just want to have some peaceful tea and rice."
"But if I continue to act like a turtle, I will still be kidnapped by President Miao."
"The Miao family not only wants to kill me, but also wants to kill my son. How can you say that I am against you?"
"Also, you are all over a hundred years old. If you don't make a breakthrough and live a few more years, why are you getting involved in these killings?"
"And the eight of you beat my son together. I really can't stand it anymore."
"It's OK to bully people, but you can't be so shameless, right?"
Ye Wujiu felt the smell of cigarettes, making his face blurry.
Miao Jinge suddenly remembered something and shouted: "Did you kill the eight snipers?"
Ye Wujiu smiled: "I'm afraid that at the scene of the fight, I would shoot President Miao to death, and then I would kill them all and destroy your organization."
"By the way, President Miao, don't worry, I will keep my promise."
"You want a geomantic treasure land, high-quality nanmu, tombstones, and father and son sharing the same acupoint. I will definitely satisfy you."
He looked at the cigarette in his hand and smiled bitterly: "It's just this year, my Chinese cigarettes will be replaced by Liqun again."
Miao Jinge felt angina pectoris again. He never expected that the tombstone coffin Ye Wujiu asked about in the dining room was the one he left for the Miao family.
"That's quite arrogant."
The red-robed ancestor laughed ferociously and stared at Ye Wujiu: "No matter what, you have to give us an explanation tonight."
While speaking, he made a gesture, and the Sixth Patriarch immediately dispersed, locking Ye Wujiu with murderous intent.
As long as Ye Wujiu makes a flaw, they will strike with thunder and kill him on the spot to avenge Qingpao.
"Of course, of course I will explain it to you."
Ye Wujiu looked harmlessly at the seventh ancestor of the Miao family and said, "Then I will kill you all."
"Kill us all?"
The red-robed ancestor Jie Jie smiled: "Who do you think you are?"
"The fact that you were able to kill Qingpao really exceeded our expectations, but it doesn't mean that you can withstand seven of our attacks."
In the opinion of the ancestor of the red robe, it was because the green robe was seriously injured and underestimated the enemy, so it gave Ye Wujiu a chance to attack.
He never wanted to believe that Ye Wujiu had the ability to beat them at their peak. This would make them appear to be too incompetent.
Ye Wujiu smiled when he heard this: "Tonight, one of them is going to die, and I still want to live another ten or eight years."
"Tonight, it is your father and son who will die."
The red-robed ancestor roared: "Not only will we kill you, but we will also capture all your relatives and throw them into the Ten Thousand Snake Cave."
"Otherwise I'd be sorry for the dead Qingpao."
He laughed ferociously: "Ye Wujiu, we will make you die in peace."
After saying that, the red-robed ancestor put on a pair of gloves, grabbed a snake-head crutch, and approached Ye Wujiu with murderous intent.
The other Sixth Patriarchs also took out their crutches and pressed towards Ye Wujiu with indifferent expressions.
He also took out a dagger again, preparing to find an opportunity to stab Ye Wujiu to death.
Such a pervert should never be left alone overnight.
"It's time to end -" A cigarette burned out, Ye Wujiu flicked it away with a finger, and looked up again. There was no smile or simplicity on his face.
There was no emotion in those eyes, just a cold, cold rain that reached to the bottom of my heart, falling continuously from mid-air.
"Boom -" Ye Wujiu narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly stretched out a hand and held the red gun that Ye Fan had stabbed on the ground.
The moment his calloused fingers grasped the cold gun body, the gray top on his body shook slightly.
The countless raindrops that fell on the clothes were shaken into fine gouache, like misty fog or blown steam.
"Kill——" Almost at the same moment, the seven ancestors of the Miao family roared in unison, raised their crutches and rushed forward.
Seven realms, hundreds of years of skill, pouring all their strength into it.
The murderous intention is overwhelming.
The seventh ancestor of the Miao family just jumped on the way, and his dark pupils suddenly shrank.
Ye Wujiu opened his eyes and suddenly became murderous, as if he had turned into a god of war.
The next second, he flicked his spear.
The gun roared through the air and struck across the board.
"Kill——" the seventh ancestor of the Miao family roared, and they all blocked the spear.
Seven people with seven hundred years of skill, even if they couldn't crush Ye Wujiu, they could still seriously injure him and vomit blood.
But they soon discovered they were wrong.
Just one shot.
The strong wind and cold rain stopped.
The overwhelming murderous intention dissipated.
The broken red-tasseled spear was like a dragon holding its head high, and the thunderous force swept away their crutches.
The tip of the spear flew towards the throat of the seventh ancestor of the Miao family with unabated momentum.
Even though they performed thirteen blocking moves in one go, even though they poured out seven hundred years of profound skill.
But the momentum of that shot still split their spirits.
Can't stop it, really can't stop it.
This shot directly slit the throat of the fourth ancestor of the Miao family.
"Whoosh!"
Ye Wujiu shot backhand, and three more heads flew away.
Another shot pierced the fleeing Miao Jinge's heart.
The seventh ancestor of the Miao family, the king of Miao City, was completely wiped out.
With a gun in hand, who can stop it?
"Bang——" After killing eight people, Ye Wujiu grasped the spear, and the gun body shattered into pieces, leaving no trace behind.
Then, Ye Wujiu turned around and walked into the woods and picked up Ye Fan: "Let's go home..."
