As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

Refugees also have brothers, children, and parents.

But they had no power and could only swallow their hatred silently, not even daring to show it.

Now it’s just a matter of identities.

Jiang Daomo simply turned from a perpetrator to a victim!

"Master Chen!"

After venting a bit.

Jiang Daozon turned and looked at Chen Zhian.

He slowly bowed and said respectfully: "Tomorrow at noon, I will be at the Yujian Sect to welcome the angel!"

"Easy to say!"

Chen Zhian raised his hand and said, "Master Jiang, please go and do your work. I am waiting here for the new county governor!"

......

"Jiang Dao Zong, you are very patient!"

Looking at Jiang Dao Zong's hunched back as he walked away, Liu Qi said slowly, "From now on, there is one more person who wants to kill the boss!"

"So you have to keep working hard, Grandmaster Liu!"

Chen Zhian smiled and said with emotion: "Compared to me, he probably wants to kill Jiang Laowu more.

But it doesn't matter.

The reason why he endured it was because he knew he couldn't kill me.

Since he can't kill me, why should I be afraid of him?"

"Just now...

Aren't you afraid that the Jiang family will activate their holy soldiers and crush you to death?"

After a moment of silence, Liu Qi asked.

"Not afraid!"

Chen Zhian sat cross-legged on the carriage and said with a smile, "When we left Chang'an, Chen A'man said something to me!"

"What?"

Liu Qi was against Chen A'man who made the Prince of Chenliu the Marquis of Chenliu.

Still quite curious.

After all, no one knows the terrifying power in the brothel better than him.

"He said that in today's world, there are many turtles in shallow water.

They are all a bunch of little bastards. If you don’t like them, just step on them to death.

Just don’t get your feet dirty!”

Liu Qi was slightly startled, looking at the black cavalry that had disappeared from the mountains outside the city, and said with emotion: "Holding the Chenliu armor, he is indeed qualified to say this!"

......

Jiang Daoshou's position in the Jiang family is very awkward.

On the surface, he is one of the Eight Tigers of the Jiang Family and the youngest junior master of the Tongxuan Realm in the Jiang Family.

But except for his third brother who had passed away long ago, no one had ever treated him as a relative.

After the death of the third brother.

He was already accustomed to hiding in the darkness where no one was watching.

At this time, I was standing outside the door of a remote courtyard, listening to the sounds ringing in my ears.

He did not feel happy about his sudden wealth, but rather a little sad.

Langya Jiang Clan,

The so-called family of saints.

It's just a rotten remnant that's barely surviving on a piece of scrap copper and iron.

He was harsh to his subordinates and plundered them at will.

To flatter one's superiors and beg for mercy.

In his opinion, it was already hopeless.

So even though he received the message from Jiang Baihu's flying sword, he knew that Chen Liu Hou was hiding something very complicated, but he did not remind Jiang Laowu.

Because he knew there was no point.

The confidence in the Jiang family's blood comes from thousands of years of flattery and praise.

It has already turned into pride and arrogance.

You won't cry until you see the coffin.

Calm your mind.

Jiang Daoshou knocked lightly on the wooden door.

Soon,

A young man in brocade robe opened the wooden door from the inside. Seeing that it was Jiang Daoshou, the young man in brocade robe smiled brightly and said, "Master Jiang Ba, congratulations, you have been promoted to the governor of Langya County!"

"It's just a clay puppet, what's there to be happy about..."

Jiang Daoshou entered the yard and saw that there was no one in the yard. He asked in confusion: "Mr. Xue, where are Senior Li and Mr. Chen?"

"Brother Chen went to visit his relatives, and Old Li and Miss Zhong insisted on going with him.

I wanted to go, but he wouldn’t let me.”

The young man in brocade robe said sadly: "He said that my spear intent and evil spirit are not enough.

I asked Lao Li to draw a gun for me and told me that I could go out when I couldn't look directly at the painting! "

"Senior Li drew this for you?"

Jiang Daoshou looked at the young man in brocade robe in surprise, his expression somewhat complicated.

"Here it is!"

The young man in brocade robe pointed to a wall covered with cracks and said with a smile: "Old Li's technique is not good, the painting is crooked and ugly!"

Jiang Daoshou looked up.

As soon as his eyes fell on the wall, he groaned and took a few steps back, with tears and blood streaming down his eyes.

Everywhere you look.

That's not a crooked painting at all, it's clearly a long spear with murderous intent!

"What's wrong with you?"

The young man in brocade robe supported Jiang Daoshou who was about to fall to the ground.

I don't understand why a tattered painting could scare Mr. Jiang into such a state.