"boring."
Huo Qubing shook his hand in boredom.
"Wow."
The nose was bruised and the face was swollen, the long nose was crooked at 90 degrees, and the whole body was in tatters. The feathers on the wings behind him fell all over the floor. The big tengu who was on the ground shrank subconsciously.
"spirits?"
Huo Qubing glanced down at the big tengu on the ground, curled his lips and said, "I thought it was a variant of Qiongqi, but I was so excited."
Qiongqi?
Jiang Qi's expression changed, but he didn't ask in detail. If the big dog really wanted to say it, he was somewhat similar to Qiong Qi.
Roughly speaking, Qiongqi has the image of a dog body and black wings.
If you really want to say it, you can get a little involved.
Having said that, Jiang Qi had already expected that Huo Qubing would be disappointed. After all, another ghost named Shutun Tongzi died in Jiang Qi's hands.
Huo Qubing could probably hit ten Jiang Qi without losing breath.
The martial artist who sees God as not evil is really too perverted.
When it comes to large-scale killing, or sophisticated means such as magic, Huo Qubing is not as good as Jiang Qi.
But here's the problem.
Whether it's spells, feng shui tactics, or all the cunning methods, they are all a matter of one's fist.
When a martial artist reaches this level, he is basically a land god.
Jiang Qi originally thought that he was already a pervert, but Huo Qubing was even more perverted than him.
Jiang Qi relied on cheating, while Huo Qubing relied on his own cultivation.
You know, Huo Qubing was only twenty years old when he was full of money.
No wonder Huo Qubing appeared in Kyushu for five thousand years, the only champion.
Jiang Qi sighed silently in his heart.
"Is this useful to you?"
At this time, Huo Qubing stood next to the big tengu, stepped on the big tengu's head with one foot, just waiting for Jiang Qi to shake his head, and then step on a watermelon to play.
"Wait a moment."
Jiang Qi waved his hand, took out his communicator and called Director Qian.
"Little friend Jiang, what are the requirements from the champion?"
Director Qian could probably guess why Jiang Qi was calling, so he immediately asked.
"Director Qian, that's it. Senior Huo just caught a very interesting guy. I wonder if you are interested in the mysterious bureau?"
Under Huo Qubing's joking expression, Jiang Qi found a fairly suitable title.
"Oh? What is it?"
Director Qian was also very interested and asked directly after hearing this.
"The Great Tengu, one of the eight million ghosts and gods."
After Jiang Qi finished speaking, he added: "The true body."
"But I don't know how long I can live."
"Interested! Of course I'm interested!"
Director Qian's voice was filled with excitement, and he hurriedly said: "Try to keep him alive, I will take people there right now!"
"Then I'll send you the location."
Jiang Qi nodded and hung up the communicator.
Then he looked at Huo Qubing aside and said, "Stop stepping on him. Death is not as valuable as life."
"oh."
Huo Qubing kicked the big tengu in the head with his toe, and the big tengu's eyes suddenly turned white and he fainted.
"It shouldn't matter if you become a fool."
Jiang Qi smiled when he heard this, knowing that Huo Qubing was worried that the Big Tengu would reveal the previous details.
The Bureau of Mysteries has a lot of thaumaturgy that can peek into memories.
Once the memory of the Big Tengu is leaked, the intelligence agents of the Mysterious Bureau will never ignore the details of the relationship between Jiang Qi and Huo Qubing.
It can definitely be seen that that is not the attitude towards the master's old friend, the only champion in Kyushu.
This time it was considered foolproof, and Jiang Qi no longer had the risk of falling off his horse in front of the mysterious situation.
As for the targeted erasure of the Big Tengu's memory and the implantation of a modified version, it is not impossible, but Huo Qubing is obviously unable to perform such a delicate operation.
It would be simpler and more direct to just beat him into a fool.
Anyway, no one from the Mystery Bureau would turn around and ask Huo Qubing why he dealt such a heavy hand.
If he really did this, then the Mysterious Bureau would no longer be the talker in the Kyushu Xuanxiu world.
Again, there are no fools in the Mystery Bureau.
About half an hour later, a Land Rover rushed over.
Director Qian jumped out of the car before it stopped, and saluted Huo Qubing from a distance.
"I have Qian Yaosi, the head of the Jizhou Mysterious Bureau, and I have met the champion."
Director Qian's etiquette is ancient and meaningful. It is the etiquette used in the Han Dynasty. It is obvious that he has put great effort into it.
"Um."
Huo Qubing smiled and nodded, but that was all. In other words, if he could smile, he was already giving Jiang Qi face.
Then, Huo Qubing kicked the unconscious Big Tengu in front of Director Qian.
Lao Qian didn't look at it, but just gestured behind him, and several executioners ran over. After imprisoning the big tengu with a bunch of strange things, they quickly dragged it to the car.
"I hope the champion will know that this big tengu is of great value to us."
Lao Qian handed over his hand and said with a sincere expression: "Although our East and West Champions generally look down upon them, I would like to ask the Champions to make some requests and we will try our best to meet them."
"Please don't take it personally, the champion."
Lao Qian's words were as true as ever, without any cover-up.
This big tengu was indeed a surprise to them.
With this guy, it is equivalent to mastering part of the source of Onmyoji's spells.
To put it bluntly, your server is in my hands, so what can you do to fight against me?
At the same time, Lao Qian also knew very well that Huo Qubing captured this big dog, so he must have the proper attitude.
Just when Lao Qian was waiting for Huo Qubing to make a request with some anxiety, Huo Qubing spoke.
"money."
Huo Qubing said very directly.
Lao Qian was stunned for a moment, and then asked in disbelief: "How much do you want?"
"have no idea."
Huo Qubing simply shook his head. He really had no idea about money in this era.
"How about one thousand, no, twenty million?"
Lao Qian considered the offer.
Huo Qubing frowned when he heard this. Just when Lao Qian thought that the young man was dissatisfied, Huo Qubing asked: "With twenty million, how many times can you watch pole dancing?"
Jiang Qi slapped himself on the forehead.
"ah?"
Lao Qian's eyes changed from blank to confused. He looked at Huo Qubing and Jiang Qi, and his expression became a little complicated.
"Probably, ten or twenty thousand times should be enough?"
It's a pity that the old man doesn't even know how to calculate this thing. This problem really stumps this middle-aged man.
But Lao Qian knows that this kind of dance seems to be danced more often in bars?
In other words, Jiang Qi took Huo Qubing to a bar?
Are you trying to use modern sugar-coated bullets to corrupt the champion?
Lao Qian looked at Jiang Qi with very complicated eyes.
You young people must know how to play. I hope your respected master will not spank you when he finds out.
With Lao Qian's hesitant look on his face, Jiang Qi and Huo Qubing watched the person in charge of Jizhou, whose outlook on life had fluctuated a little bit, leave.
"Where to go next?"
Huo Qubing stretched his waist.
Jiang Qi thought for a while, and suddenly, a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"cybercafe."
(End of chapter)
