"My kindness, if you have something to do, just give me some instructions. Keli will not let down his entrustedness." Yuan Keli, facing Yan Jiu, felt at ease to regard himself as a junior.

It’s not that he is shameless.

Instead, Yuan Keli knew common sense in the martial arts world. Even if a normal person starts practicing martial arts from his mother's womb, he will not become a martial arts master at his teens.

He preconceived that Yan Jiu must be an old monster who had lived in seclusion for a long time.

Once a person reaches the innate level, he can grow against the verge of growth.

When you reach the realm of a martial arts master, you can turn into a childish face in vain.

But I didn't know that Yan Jiu was really an old monster, an old monster who traveled back from the fairy world.

"It's not a big deal. Please help me set up a store. I want to open a pharmacy." Yan Jiu said.

"My benefactor, don't worry, Keli will do it yourself." Yuan Keli said respectfully with his fists.

Yan Jiu nodded.

He stayed in the inn, waiting for Yuan Keli's arrangements.

Yuan Keli took Yuan Cheng away in a hurry.

Yan Jiu received the Shangfang sword and the iron coupons of the alchemy book in the gourd.

Then he asked Gong Yangzhen: "There are many Chinese herbal medicines in our blood sect?"

"There are many, many good medicinal materials in the market, and they are of no medicine." Gong Yang Zhen said confidently.

Yan Jiu nodded and said, "My Blood Sect opens the first medicine shop in the capital. It is called the Blood Knife Hall. You ask Dongfang Ri to get some of the best medicines and send them to the capital. Remember, the best one."

Gong Yang Zhen clasped his fists and said, "Sect Master, I'm afraid I need to go there personally. How many days will it take to go back and forth."

Yan Jiu nodded and agreed. Anyway, Yuan Keli found the store and it would take some time to clean it up.

"You go back and bring some brothers by the way, and let King Feng come to the capital to take charge." Yan Jiu said.

Gong Yang Zhen wrote down one by one, without delaying much, and left the inn and headed towards Heishan, Liaodong.

Ping'er just watched Yan Jiu arrange it in an orderly manner.

After everyone arranged for it to go out, Yan Jiu saw that Ping'er had a little tired look on her face.

It’s no wonder that even if a girl experiences all the previous things, no matter how resilient she is, she will inevitably be exhausted.

"Let's sleep for a while. Brother Jiu protects you." Yan Jiu patted Ping'er's head gently.

Ping'er didn't want to sleep, but she felt her mind gradually become drowsy, she fell on the bed and fell asleep.

Yan Jiu gently bounced the swallow falling down.

The ghost inside was immediately stimulated by spiritual power and flew out of the swallow's fallen son.

"See the master." The ghost saw Yan Jiu and knelt down in fear.

Yan Jiu looked at the ghost in front of him coldly and said, "There is a saying in the human world that the master is worried about the minister and humiliates the minister, and the master is humiliated and dies. Do you understand?"

The ghost kowtowed in the void, and his entire soul body shook like waves, and he screamed and begged for mercy: "Master, please spare me, please spare me..."

Yan Jiu pointed at Ping'er and said, "This is your master. I said that if she has something to do, you will be lost. Have you forgotten what I said?"

The ghost trembled, shook his head repeatedly, but couldn't say anything.

Before, he did not appear at the first time when Ping'er was bullied.

When he wanted to appear, Yan Jiu had already arrived.

"I don't like ghosts who are fond of their hearts." Yan Jiu took out the soul-squeezing flag and said calmly.

The ghost saw the Soul-Suppressing Flag and thought of the situation in the Soul-Suppressing Flag that was even more terrifying than hell, and his body was even more shaking. He wanted to escape but knew that he could not escape Yan Jiu's palm, so he could only kowtow out of thin air and beg for mercy.

Unfortunately, Yan Jiu was not moved by the ghost begging for mercy and directly grabbed his soul and drained the essence and blood that Ping'er had left in the ghost's heart.

In an instant, the ghost lost his intelligence and became confused.

Yan Jiu threw the ghost directly into the Soul-Suppressing Flag Vocational.

Hundreds of ghosts swarmed up and ate wildly.

The ghost directly turned into the Chinese food of thousands of ghosts in the soul-suppressing flag.

Yan Jiu stretched out his hand and grabbed a ghost again.

The innate aura emitted from this ghost is even stronger. Obviously, the realm has improved.

Yan Jiu bounced Ping'er's essence and blood directly into the ghost's heart.

A human face gradually appeared on the ghost's soul body, which looked very similar to Ping'er's face.

"You know what you should do?" Yan Jiu looked at the ghost coldly.

"I know, this is my master." The ghost made a woman's voice and bowed respectfully to Ping'er.

"It's good to know. I won't say much, it depends on your performance." Yan Jiu's voice was cold, without the slightest breath of fireworks.

The female ghost also quietly bowed and entered the swallow bird's pendant directly.

Before, Yan Jiu fabricated the ghost, but the female ghost had already seen it, so he was naturally devoted to it.

After solving everything here, Yan Jiu looked at the sleeping Ping'er and said, "I'll help you clear up the subsequent troubles and you can sleep with peace of mind."

As he said that, his eyes fell on Ping'er's swallow pendant.

The female ghost immediately appeared and said respectfully: "Young master, go, I'll protect you here."

"Okay, that's the same thing. If you do it well, I may not be able to give you a rebirth in the future." Yan Jiu said.

The female ghost directly thanked her and said nothing.

Yan Jiu left the inn, and a murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

Jinzhong Gambling House in the southeast suburbs cannot be kept.

He walked forward, and with every step he took, his face changed a little.

After walking out for more than a dozen steps, Yan Jiu has transformed from a beautiful boy to a sloppy uncle full of vicissitudes.

This change begins on the street.

But the passers-by didn't notice Yan Jiu's changes at all, as if he was naturally a sloppy uncle.

Yanjiu walked through the alleys in the suburbs of Beijing, from the western suburbs to the southeast suburbs.

He passed by the door of Ping'er's uncle's shop.

The store has now been closed.

The spiritual consciousness scanned inside and found that Ping'er's uncle, aunt and the younger brother Hu Zi were all in the shop.

But they no longer have a breath.

"The people who entered Zhong Gambling House have revenge so quickly." A cold light flashed in Yan Jiu's eyes.

If Ping'er stayed here, she might have been killed by the enemy now.

Yan Jiu's murderous intent suddenly burst out, and then he was restrained and looked even more sloppy.

Yan Jiu had no sympathy for Ping'er's uncle and aunt's death.

Yan Jiu couldn't raise any interest or emotions like this guy who was uninspiring.

He walked step by step to the door of Zhong Gambling House.

There was a sound of shouting and shouting from inside immediately.

"Kao big, big..." a group of people shouted wildly.

Another group of people shouted in the opposite direction: "On the eyes, on the eyes, on the eyes..."

This is to shake the dice, open the big and the small. The so-called "eye" means that there is only one dot, which means the smallest.

"Haha, I'm the first nine prince, wearing three sets of three and six sets. Take all, take money and get money..."

Flashes of crazy roars from gamblers came from inside.

Yan Jiu showed a sneer on his sloppy face and pushed the door open.

Inside, there was a smoky mess.

(I worked hard for a while and finally wrote a chapter. I had no choice but to read it.)
Chapter completed!