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Jiusu raised her eyebrows. Why was he trying to steal lines from the wolf? She stroked her chin and murmured, "But Qixiao is pretty cute. I didn't expect him to have a baby face. I thought he was pretty fierce."

Jiang Jing didn't expect this either. He closed the door and relit the candle.

"He's a pretty stupid kid, Ah Su. What are you going to do with him?"

"Will he come back?" Jiusu now understood why he drank a cup of rainwater just to make the man in black have a stomachache and beg for mercy. He didn't expect that this was not a normal man in black.

Jiang Jing heard the hurried footsteps, and the smile on his face became more intense. "Look, he's back."

He closed the window to prevent any sound from leaking out.

Qi Xiao panted heavily, holding his stomach and closing the door. Seeing his elder sister knocking on the seat opposite, he took two steps and sat down, looking at the hot tea, his eyes full of desire, "Brother and sister, can I have a cup of tea?"

"Drink." Jiang Jing slowly uttered a word.

Qi Xiao happily drank a pot of tea and rubbed his warm belly. Seeing the two people staring at him, he picked up the teacup and said respectfully, "Little brother, I'll toast you two. No killing, no acquaintance. Please bear with me in the future."

Jiusu picked up the porcelain cup and looked at Jiang Jing. Did they meet a fool?

Jiang Jing took a sip of tea and didn't clink glasses with him. He said calmly, "Fortunately, you met the two of us. If it were anyone else, you would have died long ago. But we haven't figured out how to deal with you yet."

Suddenly, Qi Xiao stood up, stood far away, and hugged himself tightly. Seeing the two people's indifferent and aggrieved expressions, he knelt on the ground.

"Big brother, big sister..."

"I'm not your elder sister, and he's not your elder brother. If we hadn't been vigilant, they would have died long ago. You're not a simple and kind person." Jiusu turned the teacup and spilled some tea. "If you want to avoid jail time, set fire to Wang Daozhi's house and we'll let you go."

Qi Xiao blinked and asked, "Isn't setting a fire also a bad thing?"

Jiusu smiled politely.

"When a good person does a bad thing, that can only be called acting on behalf of heaven. Besides, he wanted to kill me, and I just set him on fire. That's good enough, right?"

Qi Xiao blushed. He looked at the hole he had poked in the quilt and pursed his lips. "You're right. I'll go now. Look to the north. That's Wang Daozhi's yard. After one stick of incense, there will be a fire."

He ran all the way and arrived at the door of Wang's house.

Seeing that it was drizzling, a small fire could not be started at all. A big fire was needed. Taking advantage of the dim night, he stole straw and wood from the woodshed and placed them in front of the house. He poured oil on it and watched the flames grow into a big fire. He left with satisfaction.

"What's that smell?" Wang Daozhi woke up from the choking. He was frightened by the fire and smoke in front of him, "Madam! Run!"

The two men escaped in a panic, and Wang Daozhi's foot was injured.

Mrs. Wang was freezing cold. She wrapped herself in the rags handed to her by the maid and looked up at the servants. She shouted, "How could there be a fire on such a rainy day? Who set the fire? Master, this is too shameful!"

Wang Daozhi hugged her and comforted her gently.

The fire was out. He looked back at the straw and wood on the ground and suddenly understood everything. He asked, "Is there any news about the person we are looking for?"

"No...no..."

Hearing this answer, Wang Daozhi's eyes turned red, his feet stepped to the edge of collapse, and he shouted out a name viciously.

"Jiang Jing!"

"..."

Qi Xiaomeng climbed up to the second floor and said nervously, "I have already set fire to Wang Daozhi's house. You won't report it to the police, right? I really didn't lie to you. My father was beaten to death for gambling and my mother went crazy. In order to make money for her medical treatment, I have no choice but to do this."

Jiusu let him go.

Jiang Jing asked: "Aren't you afraid that he is lying?"

"It doesn't look like that." Jiusu yawned and sat on the edge of the bed. "Besides, he does his evil and I do my good."

boom!

Before Jiusu's back touched the bed, a loud noise was heard. She stopped a half-yawn and looked at Jiang Jing who had flashed over to protect her. The man had a serious face. Could it be that Qixiao had changed his mind?

She clenched the hairpin in her hand.

"Who's coming?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Jing was pounced upon by a figure. Her heart tightened and she hurried over to help.

Jiang Jing clamped Wang Daozhi's arm, looked at the dark man, and said in a cold voice: "Lord Wang, what are you doing? Public execution?" He raised his eyes to look at the servant standing at the door.

Each of them held a wooden stick and looked fierce.

Wang Daozhi's anger burned in his chest. He growled, "Jiang Jing, you are just a fugitive. How dare you set fire to my house? Do you want to die? I have plenty of ways to kill you."

Ding!

Jiusu recorded the second half. Such unfavorable words as burning the house should not be recorded. Taking it out of context is beneficial to oneself, and it is also a "commendatory word".

"Oh, Lord Wang, you're burning like charcoal, so ugly." A playful smile appeared in her eyes. Wang Daozhi was caught by Jiang Jing, and the servants outside the door did not dare to break in easily.

Wang Daozhi broke free from his restraints, pointed at the two of them, his face flushed.

"Bastard..."

Pah! Jiusu raised her hand and slapped him. Anger was brewing in her eyes. "Sir Wang, as an official, you cannot eliminate harm for the people, but you want to bully the weak. Be careful of being punished by God."

"You dare to hit me." Wang Daozhi covered his face, his head seemed to explode, and he stared with wide eyes, unable to believe it.

A little bitch slapped him!

Accepting this fact, he waved his hand and ordered all the servants to come forward.

Jiang Jing is good at martial arts, and he has been carrying firewood for the past few years, so he is in good physical condition. He can carry three people at the same time, but the pressure is great when they fight together, and he got punched on the back many times. "A Su, stand behind me."

"Stab you to death!"

Jiusu took the injection syringe and kept stabbing the servant's arms, thighs, back, etc. It didn't hurt much, but it was very painful, especially when she repeatedly stabbed the same place. She was good at giving injections and her shots were very accurate.

The servant covered his arm, in great pain.

"Ouch, that hurts so much."

"Master, this woman is playing dirty tricks! There is a long needle on the thing she is holding, and it hurts so much."

Wang Daozhi gritted his teeth, slapped the nearest servant on the back of his head, and cursed: "You useless thing, you can't even handle a woman, watch me!"

He rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward.

Jiusu seized the opportunity and pierced his black arm with a syringe. Soon, blood oozed out.

"Master Wang, are you awake?"

"Ouch!" Wang Daozhi had thick skin and was slow to react to the pain. He covered his arm and limped out of the inn. "Hurry, hurry up, this woman is too cruel. Jiang Jing, wait a minute. I'm not scared. I'm going to go back and think of a better way to target you!"

After a while, the shopkeeper came out with his head poked.

He looked at the mess in the room and shouted distressedly: "Our store can't accommodate two big Buddhas. Please leave now! Wuuwuwu!"