Qingcao said, "That's for donkeys."

Zhao Langjiang looked straight, and Qingcao was so scared that he didn't dare to speak. He took the wine gourd, raised his head and drank it all. Xiao Jinyan said with a heartache, "That's my food for three days!"

Zhao Langjiang wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth and looked at Xiao Jinyan and said, "You have to help me grab the martial arts scripture!"

"Why?"

"I want to learn the martial arts skills in the martial arts scriptures and kill someone, Yuwen Tianlu."

If someone else said he wanted to kill Yuwen Tianlu, Xiao Jinyan would have thought he was crazy. Who was Yuwen Tianlu? The great governor of the Ming Dynasty and the master behind Yixiaotang, the bleak killer organization in the world, was himself a ninth-grade master of Tongxiang. However, Xiao Jinyan didn't find this sentence strange at all when he said it from Zhao Langjiang.

"I don't seem to owe you anything. If I count it, you still owe me a life."

Zhao Langjiang said, "So you have to help me grab the martial arts scriptures."

"Why?"

"You saved me."

"I saved you, so I want to help you?"

"You have saved me. If I can't get the martial arts scriptures, I can't kill that person and will be killed by that person. Then you will save me in vain. So, you must help me."

Xiao Jinyan said: "What you said makes sense, I can't refute it at all."

"Did you promise to help me?"
Chapter completed!