I really want to be a cook

But even if you kill him, it doesn't matter. Could it be that I will hurt the relationship between us for an outsider. "

People are not dead, so if you say a few beautiful words now, everyone will be happy.

Jiang Ping thought so.

Besides, if Qiye really kills Fulong, can he still turn his back on him? Can he beat others after turning his back on him?

In this regard, Jiang Ping has always been quick to persuade.

Hearing this, a slight smile appeared on the corner of Qiye's mouth:

"The battle between the devil and the devil is life and death, so Fulong must die. I will keep his current appearance, and if you ask him to change his name, there will be no such person in the world from now on."

"Understood, I am familiar with this set."

Jiang Ping still has a lot of experience in how to transform.

Qiye nodded, his face returned to coolness, as if the smile just now was just an illusion.

"I am leaving."

Jiang Ping only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the figure had disappeared.

"Hey, take care, I'm still waiting for you to take me flying!"

Jiang Ping shouted towards the sky.

As the shouts dissipated, above the sky, the clouds scattered and light came, and the golden light shone in all directions.

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a month later.

Do not stay.

In the small courtyard, a chubby figure was holding a five-hundred-jin stone pier in a daze, looking melancholy like a two-hundred-jin child.

On the side, Jiang Ping was lying on the rocking chair with a lazy look on his face. The warm morning light shone on his body, making him feel comfortable and leisurely.

It’s just that I would swear and curse occasionally, saying something full of resentment, such as “failed again”, “I’m a dog if I get back together”, “the dog system will die”, “Krypton will not change his fate”, and so on.

And Qiu Daoyu was holding a small carving knife, sitting on the stone steps in the courtyard, carving something on a wooden root.

The picture is quiet and beautiful.

As the sawdust flew, a handsome young man with a cold face hidden slowly took shape under the tip of the knife, and a stern temperament rushed towards his face.

This young man looks like Qiye.

"Old Qiu, you carve about my brother all day long, don't you have any plans for him?"

Jiang Ping turned around and asked.

These days, Lao Qiu carved wood carvings for at least seven or eight seven nights.

At first it was one a day, then one every two days, and the most recent one has been engraved for five full days.

Lao Qiu ignored Jiang Ping's teasing, and only cared the statue in his hand seriously.

for a long time.

He let out a light breath, and just as the wood carving in his hand took shape, an extraordinarily cold and terrifying aura suddenly rose into the air.

"His Royal Highness, have mercy!"

The chubby figure screamed in surprise, and lay down skillfully with its head in its hands, its big buttocks pouted, shaking and shaking, making people unable to resist kicking it.

And as the aura rose into the air, the wood carving in Qiu Daoyu's hand couldn't bear it either, it exploded with a bang and turned into powder.

Qiu Daoyu patted the powder on his hands and sighed:

"What a horrible guy."

"Old Qiu, what are you doing?"

Jiang Ping asked curiously.

Qiu Daoyu glanced at the young master who was obviously talented but too lazy to die, and said:

"Practice the knife."

"Oh."

Jiang Ping's face revealed an original look.

"Young master also understand this?"

Qiu Daoyu showed surprise on his face.

This method of carving a knife, fighting against the spirit of the carver, is something he realized after more than 20 years of experience in carpentry, and a sudden enlightenment not long ago.

It should be his unique skill.

"don't know."

Jiang Ping shook his head honestly: "But I want you to feel that I understand."

Qiu Daoyu's face darkened: "Hehe"

After a pause, Qiu Daoyu couldn't help but said, "But if you want to learn, my lord, I can teach you."

These days, Jiang Ping learned carpentry from him for a while because he was bored.

Then Qiu Daoyu discovered that his son is simply a genius!

The young master who has never been in contact with carpentry, it only took a short day to get started easily, and he did it with style, even if he is a veteran carpenter of more than ten years.

And Jiang Ping, who put away the panel and turned off the upgrade information, has made a deep contribution to this.

It took only ten thousand experience points, sprinkle water.

Qiu Daoyu taught you his exclusive technique, Mingshen Carving Knife, do you want to learn it?

"study."

This exercise is Qiu Daoyu's exclusive exercise, and you cannot learn it if you cannot meet the prerequisites.

"Ha ha."

Jiang Ping closed the information panel expressionlessly, unable to learn from your suggestion for a hammer?

What are the prerequisites, you tell me!

"Need not."

With the reminder from the panel, Jiang Ping knew that he could not practice well, so he reluctantly rejected Qiu Daoyu's kindness.

Otherwise, the talent set in front of Lao Qiu will fail.

This exclusive exercise is amazing at first glance, but it's a pity that there is no fate.

And the chubby figure on the side also realized at this moment that it was just an illusion. He peeked around, pretending nothing happened, and said to Qiu Daoyu with a flattering smile:

"Old Qiu, do you think I can learn?"

Qiu Daoyu faintly spit out a word: "Get lost!"

This is the essence of his whole life. If you want to learn, it is naturally possible, but if a cat or a dog dares to covet it, it is purely thinking too much.

The former candidate who was regarded as a cat and a dog smiled sarcastically: "Okay."

As the person with the lowest status in this small courtyard, a certain former candidate for the Holy Son has a very clear understanding of his self-positioning.

First of all, the young master must not be provoked, because there is that man standing behind him, and Lao Qiu can't beat him at all. If this old thing starts to fight, it will be very painful to beat someone.

"Long Dafu."

Jiang Ping shouted.

"Young master, can you change my name?"

Fulong, who is now Long Dafu, said with a mournful face.

"Huh? Are you questioning my son's ability to name?"

Change the name, it can be done the other way around, Fulong changed to Longfu, and then added a big character in the middle, which fits the current figure better.

There is also the meaning of great wealth and great nobility, which has a profound meaning and is simply perfect.

Jiang Ping felt a little proud of his naming ability.

"No, no, it's just a little unaccustomed."

Long Dafu felt like a young daughter-in-law who had just entered the house, and felt extremely wronged.

Hey, I was scared by that pervert.

He used to be able to joke around with everyone, and once in a while, but now he is so humble and humble.

Thinking about it is all tears.

As for those who want to kill but don't kill, it's fine if they don't commit suicide now.

A faint sadness filled Long Dafu's heart.

By the way, there is also this body fat.

I don't know how inhumanely Qiye performed on him.

In short, his body seems to be fixed, neither fat nor thin, as if there is another will in the body controlling its growth.

Originally, he thought that he would return to his former handsomeness just around the corner, men and women could kill each other, and he could make a little girl fall in love with him in minutes.

But reality hit him hard.

Why do I often have tears in my eyes, because I hate this fat body so much.

What is this equivalent to?

Don't let him enjoy the benefits of magic skills, but let him bear the consequences of magic skills.

How can there be such a loss in this world?

Of course, Long Dafu also thought of a way to save himself, and it was very feasible.

That is desperately trying to please your son.

Let the young master see his honesty and kindness, see his kindness and helplessness, maybe he is soft-hearted, so let Qiye change him back.

Otherwise, it would be nice to let the young master become his brother-in-law.

Long Dafu vaguely remembered that his sister was still very pretty, and she was completely worthy of the son.

Sister or something, if you can sell it for the first time, you can sell it for the second time.

As for asking him to go directly to Qiye to intercede.

Hehe, brother, I have no grievances or enmities with you, why do you want to put me to death?

When Long Dafu mentioned Qiye now, he felt tingling all over his body, as if what happened that night was happening again.

He secretly vowed that as long as he could restore his original appearance, he would no longer think about the emperor's hegemony or the new star of the magic sect. He only wanted to be an unruly prodigal son who penetrated into the flowers and did not touch a leaf.

Thinking about it, Long Dafu stood up excitedly:

"Young master, give an order, I am always ready!"

Jiang Ping was taken aback.

"What the hell?"

"Well, son, aren't you testing my loyalty this month?"

Long Dafu's face was full of chicken blood:

"Young master, I'm ready. Go up the mountain of knives and go down to the pan of oil. I'm a good hand at Dafu. You can rest assured and entrust the task to me."

"Uh, there is indeed a mission."

"Sir, please speak."

"I suddenly want to eat oranges. You go and buy some. You don't need too much. I'll just eat two. You and Lao Qiu can take the rest to soak in water and go to the heat."

Jiang Ping sent Long Dafu away with deep emotion: