My master is invincible

Chapter 640 Wind Burial (59)

After saying this, Joyce stood up and asked me to step back. Then she clenched her fists with both hands, and her feet were tied into a horse stance. She stretched out her right fist slowly, and said in her mouth: "Susu, When you were young, you asked me to teach you martial arts, but when you were young, you refused your request, now my sister is teaching you this set of Tianma boxing, I hope you will understand and forgive my sister for being indifferent to you before."

As she spoke, two lines of hot tears rolled down, slid across her beautiful cheeks, and dripped drop by drop onto the ground.

Seeing this, none of us said a word, and we all looked at Joyce quietly. Even those who were eating outside, there were quite a few people gathered around the door, staring at Joyce with fixed eyes. Joyce valued friendship, and some people condemned Joyce, saying that she came to the mourning hall to show off her might, and talked non-stop.

I did a rough calculation, and the people who said Joyce was affectionate accounted for less than half, and most people said that Joyce came to the mourning hall to show off her might.There is no other way, how many people in the entire Wanming Tower don't know the grievances between Joyce and Su Mengke?

After practicing for about three or four minutes, Joyce finally stopped what she was doing, and made a standard martial artist move towards the coffin, saying: "Susu, this Tianma boxing is the secret of the master. His old man told me not to pass it on to outsiders, I hope you can understand my difficulties back then."

As she said that, she squatted down, put her head in her hands, and started to cry bitterly, saying incessantly: "Susu, I was the one who was sorry for you back then. I shouldn't have regarded you as an enemy. It was all my fault. When I was in Quyang, I If you stay by Chen Jiu's side, you won't die, you won't die."

She cried more and more fiercely, and we were taken aback for a while. I never thought that Joyce would stage this scene in the mourning hall, let alone that Joyce would cry so sadly. Maybe, I don't understand them. I don't understand the relationship between women and women.

However, the crying in front of me, I know it's real, she didn't act, and she didn't have any other thoughts, all she had was sadness for Su Mengke's death.

Thinking of this, I walked up to her, patted her on the shoulder lightly, and said, "Joyce, you can't be resurrected after death, so my condolences go with it."

She ignored me, still crying very loudly, until she was tired from crying, then she stopped, glanced at me lightly, then at Wang Chuyao, and said in a deep voice: "Master Jiu, I hope you treat me like a man. Susu, don't get too close to the messy woman at her funeral, if Susu sees her, she will be sad and sad."

I nodded emphatically, and explained: "Chuyao and I are just friends, not what you think."

She glared at me, and said, "They're all called Chuyao, or are they just friends?"

Hearing what she said, I didn't know how to explain it to her, so I glanced at Wang Chuyao, just such a look, I was stunned, then Wang Chuyao didn't know what was going on, but she burst into tears, the tears like beans came from Her eye sockets popped out, her eyes fixed on Joyce, and she murmured, "Sister Qiao, Sister Qiao, Sister Qiao."

As she said that, she ran towards Joyce suddenly, hugged Joyce, and shouted hysterically, "Sister Qiao, I'm sorry for you."

Joyce didn't seem to have reacted, she pushed her away and said, "Little girl, what are you doing? Do I know you well? If you do this again, don't blame me for being rude to you."

"Sister Qiao, I...I..." That Wang Chuyao was stunned for a moment, then retracted her arms resentfully, suddenly, she smiled, very brightly, and said, "Sister Qiao, you will always be my sister."

Upon hearing this, Joyce frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Little girl, I don't know you very well, I can't stand you calling me a big sister, and I don't have the good fortune to be your big sister. Advice, Master Jiu is a man with a family, I hope you stay away from her."

She nodded, smiled at Joyce, and said jokingly, "Hey, I know you like Brother Ninth, and you are afraid that I will take away Brother Ninth from you."

"Nonsense!" Joyce glared at her, "Who likes that playboy? I only like myself."

"Hehe, you can fool us, but you can't fool yourself." After Wang Chuyao said this, she walked towards me and said, "Ninth Brother, don't let Sister Qiao down, be careful that I will hit you."

Listening to their words, I feel very inexplicable, is Wang Chuyao not sick?After a while, his expression changed. He was crying before, but now he turned into a hippie smiling face.

Immediately, he imitated Chen Tiannan's tone and said to her: "Kids, don't worry about adults' affairs, just stay at the side with peace of mind."

"Yes, I would like to follow Brother Ninth's order." She made a face at me, then ran to Joyce's side, grabbed Joyce's arm, and Joyce struggled a few times, She pulled out her arm, and she wrapped it around it again, several times in a row. Every time Joyce pulled out her arm, she would wrap Joyce's arm around her wrist, and then smiled at Joyce. In the end, Joyce was really helpless I had no choice but to let her hold her arm.

Seeing this, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and without saying anything else, I drove out those people around the entrance of the mourning hall, and asked Chen Tiannan and Lang Gao to guard the entrance, and told them not to let anyone in.

After arranging all this, I let out a heavy breath, walked to the edge of the coffin, held the dagger in my right hand, and swiped heavily against the pulse of my left hand.

In an instant, blood gushed out, and I almost cried out in pain. Fortunately, I always remembered the effect of blood, and quickly poured the blood down the bottom of the coffin. While pouring, I shouted at the middle-aged men: "Try!" coffin."

They hummed, grabbed the clapper of the coffin with both hands, and lifted it up vigorously, then shook their heads at me, "Ninth brother, I still can't lift it."

Hearing this, I didn't say anything, so I squatted down next to the coffin, pressed my wrist against the bottom of the coffin, walked around the coffin, dyed the bottom of the coffin red, and asked them to lift the coffin down again, which made me feel sick. I very much hope that, as before, the coffin cannot be lifted.

However, they said something that filled me with energy, they said: "The coffin seems to be a little lighter."

With just this sentence, I didn't care about the amount of blood, so I stuck my wrist on the head of the coffin, walked along the head of the coffin to the end of the coffin, dyed the lid of the coffin red, and asked those big men to lift it up. for a moment.

The result this time was very obvious. The dozen or so middle-aged men were actually able to move the coffin. It might not feel much to carry the coffin normally.But at this time, it gave me a kind of motivation, because it proved that this method is effective.

However, I was only interested in being happy, but I forgot that the human body’s blood volume is limited. When I was about to pour blood into the coffin again, a sense of dizziness came over me. Hold me up, "Master Jiu, are you okay?"

(End of this chapter)