Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 254 Qualifications [28] Master Jiang has stood up!
The face was pale and pale, the pupils of the eyes were pitch-black, and the whites of the eyes were blood-colored. He was almost pressed against the front glass of the car, and the lines of his palms could be reflected on the glass.

The sudden change made Jiang Ke startled for half a second.

Jiang Ke pressed the button to close the window expressionlessly.

The only open driving window is slowly rising, and the connection between the inside of the car and the outside is slowly shrinking.

The man flashed away and disappeared from the front glass of the car. In an instant, his miserable white face appeared on the open window.

Jiang Ke frowned very lightly, a little disgusted, at the same moment, the yogurt in his hand spilled out, and it just splashed on that face, covering his face.

"boom!"

The man leaned back, punched in, shattered the window glass of the car, and attacked Jiang Ke fiercely with his fist wrapped.

Jiang Ke tilted his head slightly, and the moment he avoided it, he grabbed his wrist and folded it hard, only to hear a "click", and the man's hand bones were broken.

Pulling this hand hard, Jiang Ke kicked the car door, the man was hit by the car door and took two steps back.

The man stopped, and when Jiang Ke got off the car, he moved forward like a ghost, and the ghost claws attacked Jiang Ke's throat.Jiang Ke's eyes were serious, he blocked it with his elbow, and then threw his elbow sideways, hitting the man's chest.

Immediately afterwards, the man noticed that Jiang Ke waved his hand and showed a shining stick.

The lonely long street, without a single vehicle, buzzed with insects.

Jiang Ke held a long stick, and his body was straight. The dim street lamps covered his body with a layer of gold leaf. The light and shadow made his handsome features three-dimensional.

That monster-like man felt a little fear in his heart.

He shivered violently.

……

When Mo Qing found Jiang Ke's car parked on the side of the road, the door was open, and a figure was curled up under the door, his hands and feet were bound like a rice dumpling.

The zongzi shook like a sieve.

Jiang Ke was sitting in the driver's seat, his shirt was a little messy, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the hem of his clothes was tucked into his trouser waist, as if he had just been through a fierce fight.

His posture is relaxed.

A long stick was placed obliquely next to the long legs, and the lower end was still stained with some blood.

Mo Qing was startled by this scene for a second.

Walking over, Mo tilted his eyes at the zongzi on the ground, and asked Jiang Ke in a little surprise, "What did you do?"

Jiang Ke raised his eyelashes slightly, and there was a broken light in his dark eyes.

Strangely, Mo Qing's heart softened when he stared at him.

Jiang Ke said lightly, "I was hurt a little, but I'm fine."

Mo Qing immediately asked: "Where is the injury?"

Jiang Ke stretched out his left hand.

The slender fingers kept a loose bend, and his skin was fair, which made the two red marks on the back of his hand stand out.

Mo Qing: "..."

That's a scratch.

The kind that didn't scratch the skin.

Mo Qing reached out to hit the back of his hand, but he flipped his hand, revealing his bright red palm.

Mo Qing's hand stopped in the air.

There were several cuts on the palm, long or short, deep or shallow, the blood had stopped, but compared with the soft palm, at first glance, it was a bit miserable.

Mo Qing asked: "How did you do it?"

Jiang Ke pointed his chin towards the car window.

It was only then that Mo Qing noticed that the car window had been smashed into a big hole, and there were broken glass all over the floor, some of which fell into the car.

Mo Qing asked again: "Are there any other injuries?"

"Have."

Jiang Ke turned his head slightly, revealing a scratch on his cheek near the ear.

"..." Mo Qing wanted to drop her palm again, she endured it, and choked out three words, "The heaviest."

Jiang Ke thought for a long time, and finally said: "That's hard to say."

"We'll talk about it when we go back." Mo Qing was too lazy to talk to him, and turned his eyes to the person curled up into a dumpling, "Who is it?"

"According to the monitored body size, skill, and speed, he is probably a taxi killer."

Mo Qing knelt down in front of the man.

The man was covered in wounds, and he didn't know how much he had been abused by Jiang Ke, and when he saw someone approaching, he trembled more violently.

Mo Qing grabbed his back collar and forced him to raise his head. After seeing his appearance, he checked his pupils and tongue, and then took his pulse, frowning slightly.

After letting him go, Mo Qing clapped his hands: "He's been poisoned and lost his mind."

"What poison?"

"Let's talk about it." Mo Qing touched his waist and took out a small needle bag, "I have to suppress his toxicity, you go to the back seat and clean things up."

Although he was "injured", Jiang Ke was not pretentious. After jumping out of the car, he put away the shopping bags in the back seat to make room.

Mo Qing stretched out his hand to grab the rice dumpling, threw him on the back seat, then got into the car, and slammed the door.

She loosened the rope that tied the needle bag, and flicked her wrist, revealing a row of silver needles.

She took out a needle and stabbed at the man, dropping three or four needles in a blink of an eye.

Jiang Ke watched from the front: "Consecration without blood?"

"It's no use."

Mo Qing responded lightly.

If she had to consecrate with blood every time the clock ticked, even if she was a blood-making machine, it would not be enough.

After the needles were inserted, Mo Qing waited for a while, then retracted the needles one by one.

Then, he took out another medicine bottle, poured out two pills, and fed it to the man.

"He won't come out to hurt people for the time being." Mo Qing said, "In order not to startle the snake, we have to put him back."

(End of this chapter)