One month later.

No cabinet left.

In the courtyard, a chubby figure was staring at a stone pier of 500 pounds in a daze, looking melancholy like a child of 200 pounds.

On the side, Jiang Ping was lying on the rocking chair, looking lazy, and the warm morning light was pouring on his body, comfortable and leisurely.

I just occasionally curse and say resentful words such as "If I fail again, I will cooperate again, but the dog system will not be able to die and not change my life."

Qiu Daoyu, holding a small carving knife, sat on the stone steps of the courtyard, carving something on a piece of wood root.

The picture is quiet and beautiful.

As the wood chips flew, a handsome young man with a cold face slowly formed under the tip of the knife, and his cold temperament came to his face.

This young man looked like Qiye.

"Lao Qiu, you will not have any intention of carving my brother all day long, right?"

Jiang Ping turned his head and asked.

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

At first it was one a day, then one a day two days. The most recent one has been engraved for five days.

Lao Qiu ignored Jiang Ping's joke and only carved the statue in his hand seriously.

for a long time.

He let out a breath, and as soon as the wood carving in his hand was formed, a particularly cold and solemn terrifying aura suddenly emerged.

"His Son, please spare your life!"

The chubby figure screamed, and his hands skillfully hugged his head down, his big butt was raised, and he shook it, making people unable to help but kick it.

As the momentum emerged, the wood carving in Qiu Daoyu couldn't bear it, and it exploded with a bang and turned into powder.

Qiu Daoyu patted the powder on his hand and sighed:

"What a horrible guy."

"Lao Qiu, what are you doing?"

Jiang Ping asked curiously.

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

"Practice the knife."

"oh."

Jiang Ping's face showed a look like this.

"Young Master also understands this?"

Qiu Daoyu looked surprised.

This method of carving and practicing knife and fighting spirit with the carving man was only realized after more than 20 years of experience in carpentry work, plus an epiphany not long ago.

It should be his unique skill.

"don't know."

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

Qiu Daoyu's face turned dark: "Haha..."

After pausing for a while, Qiu Daoyu couldn't help but say, "But if the young master wants to learn, I can teach you."

These days, Jiang Ping learned a carpenter work with him because of boredom.

Then Qiu Daoyu discovered that his young master was simply a genius!

The young master, who had never been involved in carpenter work, took only one day to get started easily and did a good job. Even an old carpenter who had been in more than ten years was just like this.

Jiang Ping, who closed the panel and closed the upgrade information, hid his reputation and reputation.

It only took ten thousand experiences to sprinkle water.

[Qiu Daoyu teaches you his exclusive technique "The God of the Underworld", do you learn it?]

"study."

[…This exercise is exclusive to Qiu Daoyu. You cannot meet the preconditions and you cannot learn it.]

"hehe."

Jiang Ping closed the information panel expressionlessly, can't learn how to tell me a hammer?

What are the prerequisites? You said!

"Need not."

With the prompt on the panel, Jiang Ping knew that he could not practice, so he had to refuse Qiu Daoyu's kindness.

Otherwise, the genius character in front of Lao Qiu would fail.

This exclusive technique is very awesome when you hear it, but unfortunately you have no fate.

The chubby figure beside him also realized that it was just an illusion just now. He peeked around and pretended that nothing happened, and said funny to Qiu Daoyu:

"Lao Qiu, do you think I can learn it?"

Qiu Daoyu spit out a word lightly: "Get out!"

This is the essence of his life. It is natural for the young master to learn it, but even the cat and the dog dare to covet it, that is just thinking too much.

The original candidate of the Holy Son, who was regarded as a cat and a dog, smiled embarrassedly: "Okay."

As the lowest-ranking person in this courtyard, a certain original candidate son has a clear understanding of self-positioning.

First of all, the young master must not mess with him, because there was the man behind him, and Lao Qiu could not beat him at all. This old guy started to fight, and it would hurt to hit someone.

"Long Dafu."

Jiang Ping shouted.

"Young Master, can you change my name?"

Fulong, now Long Dafu, said with a sad face.

"Hmm? Are you questioning this young master's naming ability?"

Just change your name, just turn it over. Fulong becomes Longfu, and add a big character in the middle to better fit your figure at this moment.

It also has the meaning of wealth and honor, with profound meaning and perfection.

Jiang Ping felt a sense of pride for his naming ability.

"No, no, I'm just a little unaccustomed."

Long Dafu felt that he was like a young wife who had just entered the door, and was very aggrieved.

Alas, I was all scared by that pervert.

In the past, he could joke with everyone, and occasionally he would be together, but now he should be as humble as he is.

It's all about tears when I think about it.

As for those who are determined to kill but not to kill, it would be fine if they don’t commit suicide now.

A faint sadness permeated Long Dafu's heart.

By the way, there is also this fat body.

I don’t know how inhumane Qiye performed on him.

In short, his body seems to be solid, and he cannot gain weight or lose weight, as if there is another will in his body that controls its growth.

I thought I was just around the corner and I was so handsome that I could get back to my past. I could kill both men and women, and I could make the little girl fall in love with me in minutes.

But reality gave him a heavy blow.

Why do I often have tears in my eyes? Because I hate this fat body deeply.

What does this mean?

He will not let him enjoy the benefits of the magic skill, but he will also let him bear the consequences of the magic skill.

How can there be such a loss in this world?

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

That is to try hard to please his son.

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

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

Long Dafu vaguely remembered that his girl was still very pretty and deserved the young master.

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 plead with him.
To be continued...