I'm a big boss in Uncle Jiu's world

After thinking for a moment, Qin Yao finally remembered that the ultimate villain in Mr. Ling Huan, the thief witch, seemed to be from the Five Immortals Sect, and was said to be a saint.

In other words... these guys should all be accomplices of the thief and the witch, and the cottage where Qiu Sheng was trapped is probably the den of thieves.

It is worth mentioning that there are no ordinary people in the den of thieves. They are all evil magicians. Invulnerability is a basic operation. A few magicians can even turn into ghosts in an instant after being killed, and can possess and hurt people.

"I'll give you five seconds, get out of here right now." Qin Yao quickly came back to his senses and said indifferently.

He always has a plan in doing things, and the most taboo is to use a hammer in the east or a stick in the west. The most important thing at the moment is to defeat Uncle Jiu, accumulate filial piety points, and redeem his "book". He has no intention of provoking the Five Immortals Sect, and it is difficult to deal with that. The treacherous witch is the enemy.

However, the group of thieves in front of them obviously did not take his words to heart. The left guardian of the den of thieves, Glen Ching, laughed loudly and said loudly: "Yes, yes, you are very angry with me. Little Wolf, let me kidnap him. Take it back to the stockade.”

Among the thieves, a young man in black with dark cheeks and a thin body stepped out. He held claws in both hands, and his fingers were electrifying, as if he were holding a ball, moving left and right, silently accumulating a powerful blow.

"boom."

Suddenly, with a faint gunshot, the head of the young man in black shattered like a watermelon, and blood and pieces of flesh spattered on the faces and bodies of the surrounding companions.

"Fancy."

Qin Yao turned the Gauss pistol like a hand cannon with his right hand, and said to a group of dumbfounded thieves: "Don't he know that I am good at fighting? Is he usually such a fool? He has to store energy when fighting, thinking that he is an electric machine Superman!”

"Wow."

As the muzzle of his gun moved up and down, a group of thieves quickly hid behind Gran Ching like frightened grasshoppers.

Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun, Glen Ching's heart felt cold, his lips trembled, and he no longer looked bold.

She is very aware of Xiaolang's strength and knows that Xiaolang has already perfected his horizontal training skills to the point where he can be called a man of steel and iron. As a result, she was shot to death while practicing martial arts and turned into a headless corpse. How could she not be horrified by this...

"Master, junior brother is so powerful! What kind of gun is he holding in his hand? It's so powerful. I've never seen it before..." In the yard, Qiu Sheng looked at the gate with hot eyes.

Uncle Jiu didn't know what kind of gun it was, but it would be embarrassing to say he didn't know. He shouted coldly: "Look at the fuss you are making. If you want to know what kind of gun it is, I will ask your junior brother later."

Qiu Sheng kept swallowing his saliva: "Can I borrow it for fun?"

"you ask me?"

"If you don't say anything, I don't think he will lend it to me..." Qiu Sheng said, scratching his head.

"We'll talk about it later." Uncle Jiu said in a low voice without refusing.

In fact, he also wanted to borrow it to have a look. It was not that he had never seen foreign guns used to hit people, but the attack power of this kind of headshot was far beyond his knowledge of foreign guns.

now.

In front of the deathly quiet Yizhuang.

Qin Yao pointed his gun at Ge Lanqing and said, "Do you also want to try my martial arts?"

Grantham: "..."

Martial arts?

You call this martial arts?

Wu your mother's gong.

Glen Ching's mentality exploded...

"Today I will give your boss a face and not kill you." Seeing that she was so frightened that she couldn't speak, Qin Yao was very satisfied with the deterrent power of the Gauss pistol and was in a good mood: "Brother Qiusheng, come out."

Qiu Sheng was excited and vaguely guessed something. He walked out of the yard excitedly and excitedly, stood next to Qin Yao, and said loudly: "Junior brother!"

Qin Yao nodded and said to Ge Lanqing: "The master of suffering is here. Apologize. After you apologize, you can get out."

Due to the element of bullying in human nature, Granten did not dare to talk back, lowered his head and said: "I'm sorry."

Cool.

Qiu Sheng felt relieved.

Although he knew that this was all the result of his senior disciple, his sense of relief was not affected at all when he saw the fierce girl chasing him like a lost dog lowering her head.

"Ms. Ge, I know that you fell in love with me at first sight and couldn't help but marry me. But love cannot be forced. Even if you succeed in the end, there will be no happiness for both parties..."

Listening to Qiu Sheng's constant chatter, the veins on Ge Lanqing's forehead beat hard twice. He turned his head and glanced at Qin Yao. When he met those cold eyes, he immediately listened calmly and honestly. , Just tolerate others grinding their teeth and farting.

"I've finished my words, Junior Brother Qin..." After a long time, Qiu Sheng looked at Qin Yao with satisfaction.

Qin Yao waved to the thieves and said coldly: "Get out!"

Glen Ching looked at him deeply, and suddenly there seemed to be an inexplicable meaning in his eyes. Without saying a word, he turned and left.

The thieves breathed a sigh of relief and then put their hearts back in their stomachs.

They are not inhuman zombie soldiers. They are flesh and blood and are afraid of death.

"Dragon protector, don't be sad. Let's go back and report to the Holy Lady. She will definitely vent her anger on us." As they were walking in a hurry, a thief turned his head and glanced at the stern-faced Glen Ching and persuaded in a low voice.

Glen Ching came back to his senses, and with a thought in his mind, he said sternly: "Listen clearly, no one is allowed to reveal what happened today, otherwise I will chop it into pieces and feed it to the worms."

After saying this, the hearts of all the thieves were chilled, and no one dared to dare to speak out again.

Yizhuang.

In the lobby.

Qiu Sheng poured tea for Qin Yao diligently and said with a flattering smile: "Junior brother, thank you very much!"

Qin Yao said helplessly: "Brother, you have thanked me four times..."

"Don't say it four times, even forty times. Junior brother, you have saved my virginity!" Qiu Sheng said sincerely.

"Get lost." Qin Yao stretched out his hand to push away his approaching face: "What are you holding back? Hurry up and say it."

"I want to play... take a look at that gun of yours. It's so powerful and domineering." Qiu Sheng said hehey.

Qin Yao said angrily: "Look at me, you're making so much noise that everyone can't sleep well. The debt hasn't been settled yet for you."

"It's not my fault! No, in the final analysis it's my fault. I'm too charming." Qiu Sheng sighed.

Qin Yao didn't want to pay attention to him.

Qiu Sheng had expected this scene, so he turned to Uncle Jiu and said, "Master..."

Uncle Jiu coughed dryly and said, "Qin Yao, I've never seen that gun of yours before."

Qin Yao understood, flipped his wrist, summoned two Gauss pistols, and delivered them to Uncle Jiu: "Not one, but two. Master, please take a look."

Uncle Jiu reached out to take the two guns, his hands were heavy and cold to the touch. Miraculously, with the two guns in his hands, he felt full of security, as if even if an evil dragon flew out, he could shoot it in the head.

"What kind of gun is this? Which country in the West produced it?" Uncle Jiu said, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. After practicing Taoism for twenty years, he might not be able to withstand the power of this gun. If things continue like this, who will go through all the hardships? What about monasticism?

"I don't know which country it was produced in. I came across it when I was shopping in Fucheng, so I spent a lot of money to buy it." Qin Yao trusted Uncle Jiu, but some things cannot be measured by trust, so he had to choose to lie.