The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 957 With a gun in hand, who can stop it?

Chapter 950 With a gun in hand, who can stop it?

"how is this possible?"

"how can that be?"

Seeing this scene, Miao Jinge's eyes almost burst open, filled with shock, fear and disbelief.

He never thought that Ye Wujiu, who was kidnapped by him, would be so tyrannical that he could kill Qingpao with one finger.

Thinking of Ye Wujiu's obedience and the scene of being scorned by him, Miao Jinge felt dry mouth for a while.

Then, he regretted it.

Why kidnap Ye Wujiu?
This is a group of sheep that tied a tiger in.

It's just that it's useless to regret it, the Qingpao Patriarch is dead, and Ye Wujiu is standing in front of them.

The sky did not know when it began to rain at night. It was not heavy, as thin as a cow's hair, but it was very cold, and it hit the skin on the body extremely to the bone.

Miao Jinge wiped off a handful of rainwater on his face, and wanted to say something to Ye Wujiu, but found that there was nothing to say at all.

The Seventh Patriarch of the Miao Clan also stared wide-eyed, full of anger and fear.

They are more than 100 years old, all of them have the strength of the realm, and they are people who have reached the realm decades ago.

Although it has been difficult to break through, the realm has already been stabilized. Going out with eight people is enough to sweep most of China.

This is also the reason why Nine Thousand Years is gentle with Miao Jinge.

Unexpectedly, tonight, someone stepped on the door of the house and directly pointed at Qingpao. They couldn't help being shocked:
"Who exactly are you?"

Ye Wujiu is very honest: "My name is Ye Wujiu, I am Ye Fan's incompetent adoptive father, and I am also a hostage kidnapped by Miao Jinge."

Miao Jinge spat out a mouthful of old blood, his heart ached so badly from anger.

The red-robed patriarch stepped forward and roared angrily: "Are you going to fight against us?"

"I don't want to provoke you either."

Ye Wujiu squeezed out a soft white sand smoke, took out a box of matches that came from nowhere and lit it:

"After all, I'm just a boat runner. I've experienced too many storms, and now I just want to have some Anle tea and rice."

"But I'm still a coward, and I was still tied up by President Miao."

"The Miao family not only wants to kill me, but also my son. How can it be said that I am against you?"

"Also, you are all over 100 years old. If you don't make a breakthrough and live for a few more years, what are you doing getting involved in these beatings and killings?"

"And the eight of you beat my son together. I really can't stand it anymore."

"It's okay to bully people, but you can't be shameless like this?"

Ye Wujiu felt the smell of cigarettes, making her face blurred.

Miao Jinge suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Did you kill the eight snipers?"

Ye Wujiu smiled: "I'm afraid of fighting at the scene, if you shoot President Miao to death randomly, then I will finish them all and destroy your organization."

"By the way, President Miao, don't worry, I'll keep my promise."

"The geomantic treasure land you want, high-quality nanmu, tombstone, father and son share the same cave, I will definitely satisfy you."

He looked at the cigarette in his hand and smiled wryly: "It's just that this year, my Zhonghua Tobacco will be replaced by Liqun again."

Miao Jinge had another burst of angina. He never expected that the tombstone coffin that Ye Wujiu asked in the dining room was left for the Miao family by him.

"Arrogant enough."

The red-robed patriarch grinned grimly, staring fixedly at Ye Wujiu:
"It's just that no matter what, you have to give us an explanation tonight."

While speaking, he made a gesture, and the Sixth Patriarch dispersed instantly, targeting Ye Wujiu with fierce murderous aura.

As long as Ye Wujiu made a flaw, they would strike thunderously and kill him on the spot to avenge Qingpao.

"Of course, of course I will explain to you."

Ye Wujiu glanced at the seventh patriarch of the Miao clan harmlessly and said, "That's to kill you all."

"Kill us all?"

The red-robed patriarch Jie Jie smiled: "Who do you think you are?"

"You were able to kill Qingpao, which was indeed beyond our expectations, but it doesn't mean that you can withstand seven of our attacks."

In the eyes of the red robe patriarch, it was caused by Qingpao's serious injury and underestimation of the enemy, so Ye Wujiu was given a chance to attack.

He absolutely didn't want to believe that Ye Wujiu had the ability to beat them at their peak, which would make them seem too incompetent.

Ye Wujiu smiled when she heard the words: "Tonight, one of them will die, and I want to live another ten or eight years."

"Tonight, it's your father and son who died."

The red-robed patriarch roared:
"Not only will we kill you, but we will also capture all your relatives and throw them into Ten Thousand Snakes Cave."

"Otherwise I'm sorry for the dead Qingpao."

He laughed grimly: "Ye Wujiu, we will let you die with regret."

After finishing speaking, the red-robed patriarch put on a pair of gloves, grabbed a snake-headed crutch, and approached Ye Wujiu with a murderous look.

The other six patriarchs also flashed out their crutches, and pressed down on Ye Wujiu with indifferent expressions.

Miao Jinge yelled hysterically: "Kill, kill him."

He also took out a dagger again, ready to find a chance to stab Ye Wujiu to death.

Such a metamorphosis must not be kept overnight.

"It's time to end—"

After a cigarette was burned out, Ye Wujiu flew away with one finger, and when he looked up again, there was no smile on his face, no simplicity.

There is no trace of emotion in those eyes, just an indifference that reaches the bottom of my heart
The cold rainwater kept falling from mid-air.

"boom--"

Ye Wujiu narrowed her eyes slightly, and slowly stretched out a hand, holding the red spear that Ye Fan stabbed on the ground.

The moment his calloused fingers gripped the cold gun body, the gray shirt on his body shook slightly.

The countless raindrops that fell on the clothes were shaken into fine water powder, like misty fog, and like blown steam.

"kill--"

Almost at the same moment, the seven ancestors of the Miao clan roared in unison, swung their crutches and rushed forward.

The seven realms, with a hundred years of skill, poured all their strength into it.

The killing intent is monstrous.

But the seventh ancestor of the Miao clan who rushed to him on the way, his dark pupils shrank suddenly.

When Ye Wujiu opened his eyes, he suddenly became murderous, as if he had become a god of war.

The next second, he flicked his spear.

The gun roar pierced the air and struck horizontally.

"kill--"

The Seven Patriarchs of the Miao Clan let out a roar, and they all blocked the spears together.

Seven people with 700 years of skill, even if they can't crush Ye Wujiu, they can still make him seriously injured and vomit blood.

But they soon found out they were wrong.

Just one shot.

The wind and cold rain stagnated.

The monstrous killing intent dispersed.

The damaged red-tasseled spears, like a demon dragon with its head held high, smashed their crutches with a thunderbolt.

The tip of the spear rushed towards the throat of the seventh ancestor of the Miao family without losing momentum.

Even if they changed thirteen moves in one go, even if they poured out 700 years of profound skills.

But the momentum of that shot still split their spirits.

Can't stop it, really can't stop it.

This shot directly slit the throat of the fourth ancestor of the Miao family.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Wujiu shot backhand, and three more heads flew across.

Another shot pierced the back of the fleeing Miao Jinge.

The seventh ancestor of the Miao family, the king of Miao City, was wiped out by the entire army.

With a gun in hand, who can stop it?

"boom--"

After killing eight people, Ye Wujiu held a long spear, the body of the spear was shattered, and there was no trace to be found.

Afterwards, Ye Wujiu turned around and walked into the woods to hug Ye Fan:

"Go, go home..."

(End of this chapter)