I really want to be a cook

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Qiye suddenly thought of it.

"Do you think the old man, the Devil Emperor, has succeeded or failed in his life?"

A white shadow flashed past, and an old man with a white beard suddenly appeared beside Qiye and asked.

Qiye turned her head and glanced at the old man, not much surprised by the old man's appearance.

His footsteps started to move, and he walked towards the inner court, and he only said lightly:

"For most people, he was successful, but for himself, he was a failure."

"Oh, what do you mean by that?"

The old man followed Qiye, as if humbly asking for advice.

Seven nights paused, and then said:

"You ask me a question, and I ask you a question, who painted this mural?"

The old man stroked his long beard, and said with a look that I am proud but I will not say it, I want to be reserved:

"No, it's me..."

"you?"

Seven nights expressed doubts.

"My grandpa!"

"Oh."

"Wait a minute, you haven't answered my question just yet."

"But I have no other questions." Qiye said.

"No, you can have this."

The old man laughed.

Qiye glanced at him and asked:

"Where are you going to stand?"

The old man was taken aback, and said with a bitter face:

"This question is too difficult. My grandfather told me that our temple guards will live a simple life, worshiping the devil emperor and his old man, and we will not form cliques or stand in line.

but……"

The old man's tone was drawn out, he stopped on purpose, and stared at Qiye.

Qiye also stared at him, his eyes were calm, like a deep spring.

The old man sighed and said with emotion:

"How old are you, you are so lifeless, meaningless at all."

"However, my father told me back then that conformity killed people. My grandfather was too principled back then, but he was plotted against by some bastard, and he fell into an unknown old age.

So he taught me that it doesn't matter if you don't learn martial arts well, anyway, the temple guards pass it on by one line, and it's fine if you can pass it.

But the vision must be accurate, will see people.

So I'm on your side. "

"You have so much confidence in me?"

Qiye's footsteps finally stopped, and in front of him was a hall, inside which stood a large oval wooden round table, covered with a layer of black and red paint.

Around the round table, there are eight grand master chairs.

The center of the round table is empty, and there is a tall humanoid statue, which seems to be the first generation of Devil Emperor.

As soon as the statue was seen from everyone's hands, the devil emperor's overwhelming aura was fully revealed, especially a pair of eyes, which played a finishing touch.

No matter from which angle you look at it, it seems that you are being watched by those eyes, and the pressure in your heart arises spontaneously.

Hearing Qiye's question, the old man sighed with a formidable appearance:

"When you chopped Yang Xiao that day, I was actually basking next door to you.

That sword, to be honest, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I couldn't believe it came from a young man in his 20s.

With this sword, you are among the top five of the eight meridians.

In another ten years, we will definitely sit back and look around.

So I stand by you. "

Yang Xiao is the real name of the Holy Lord of Butian.

"Okay, it's time for you to answer my first question."

the old man urged.

"I made it up now."

Qiye stared at the old man, combined with his serious look, it made people unable to refute at all.

Old man: "..."

At this moment, a delicate voice came from the front hall:

"I heard that brother Qiye was beating the Tongyou Drum, so he was the first one to come."

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"hiss……"

The old man gasped, goosebumps all over his body, and he couldn't help saying in surprise:

"Where did this evildoer come from?!"

"Oh, Grandpa You, you are joking with others again, be careful that they ignore you in the future!"

I saw a young man with red lips and white teeth, wearing makeup and powder, walking into the back courtyard with small steps.

The man has a handsome appearance and a slender figure, but his temperament is too feminine and his speech is so sweet that people can't tell his specific gender.

But he is indeed a pure man, because it is not enough for his wife to occupy the positions of three wives and four concubines.

And I heard that he and his wife are as good as sisters.

He is the contemporary holy son of the Huajian School, known as Yin Wuhen, the gentleman of Huamian.

Today's Yin Wuhen is wearing a crescent white gown, the gown is spotless, especially the style of the clothes is the same as that worn by Qiye.

"Brother Qiye, look at my clothes, do they match you well?"

There was a black line on Qiye's forehead, and then he became expressionless.

He didn't want to answer the question.

But in fact, apart from being really disgusting, this guy in front of him is pretty good in other aspects, especially when he treats him differently, and he also supports him a lot after getting started.

It is that the nerves must be tougher to withstand his waves of indiscriminate mental attacks.

Qiye suddenly misses Jiang Ping.

If he was there, he would definitely be able to beat him, and even make him so disgusting that he couldn't eat.

The old man, that is, the temple guard, You Jiuling, held back his teeth and said:

"Yin Wuhen, do you think it's interesting for you, a middle-aged man in his 40s, to pretend to be tender all day long?

You are not disgusting, I am disgusting.

And your makeup is not based on which of your daughter-in-law, right?

In other words, if you want to be a woman, why do you want to marry a daughter-in-law? "

Yin Wuhen didn't care about You Jiuling's ridicule at all, and even put his hips on his hips, chest out, and hummed coquettishly:

"I married them to be their sisters.

Only by being honest with each other can I learn from them the essence of being a woman.

I believe that someone is not a bad person or an adulterer, so naturally I want to marry them.

And they don't know how happy they are after marrying me.

Not only can I be their husband, but I can also be their sister, and I don't mess with men, men are the dirtiest creatures in the world.

Of course, except for Brother Qiye.

If brother Qiye is willing to marry me, I will divorce them immediately, and I don't care if they really become women. "

As he said that, Yin Wuhen winked playfully at Qiye and gave him a sneaky look.

Click!

The floor under Qiye's feet let out a muffled groan, silently bearing all the injuries.

He turned to look at the statue of the devil emperor, and then actively closed his hearing.

Because he was afraid of taking one more look and hearing "Brother Qiye" one more time, he couldn't help but kill this disgusting hermaphrodite with a sword.

the other side.

Nima!

vomit! ! !

You Jiuling also almost took out his cattail fan, and killed the bastard with one fan.

But don't look at Yin Wuhen being disgusting to death in front of them.

But in front of some women, it is extremely popular.

Because Yin Wuhen can always blend into them unknowingly, starting as a sister, and then inexplicably becoming a husband and wife.

So You Jiuling had reason to be suspicious.

This guy who has been calling out to be a woman all his life is actually a complete old pervert.

You Jiuling's eyes became dangerous.

He suddenly remembered a bad memory.

It is because there are so many old perverts with such strong methods, that the simple him back then would miss the opportunity to hold hands with the girl he loves.

"Yin Wuhen, Tongyou drums are ringing, you are not eligible to attend the meeting here, are you?"

Since he can't be killed, it's not bad to drive him out first, otherwise staying here to disgust himself is not looking for guilt.

Yin Wuhen covered his mouth with a coquettish smile and said:

"Grandpa You, you have misunderstood him, how dare I pretend to be my master, but the old master is out and his whereabouts are unknown.

It's not just that I can help him attend the meeting temporarily.

But don't worry, I will listen more and talk less later, everyone here is seniors, how can I go overboard and have conflicts with them.

Don't you think so? "

"After eight hundred miles, I can smell your dirty smell."

An indifferent voice came, and then a woman in a blood-colored dress walked in.

The woman is tall and slender, with a cold face, her chest is bulging, and she is wrapped so tightly that one can't help but wonder how much material is inside.

"Oh, it's sister Xun'er, I said you always remember me, you can still remember my smell eight hundred miles away, and you said you are secretly in love with me?

But don't worry about it, I have had enough wives now, and I only love my brother Qiye wholeheartedly. "

Yin Wuhen glanced at You Tianwai Qiye with a shy smile.

The woman's name is Ai Xun'er, the ultimate saint of the extreme line of the eight lines of the demon sect.

She is good at hard work, honing a pair of fists to be harder than King Kong, combined with the "Ji Dao Zhen Jing" of the Ji Dao lineage, she once had a record of escaping calmly after the Grand Master realm hard-fought the three moves of the Grand Master.

Her temperament is also like a fist, she is extraordinarily rigid, and she looks down on Yin Wuhen's feminine and artificial man the most.

In addition, one of the two is a holy son and the other is a holy woman, which makes it even more difficult to deal with.

Hearing Yin Wuhen's shameless explanation, Ai Xun'er snorted coldly, and decided not to argue with him.