Qingyun nodded and bowed, smiled flatteringly, reached into his clothes, took out the cloth bag, and handed it over with both hands, "Brother, heirloom, heirloom."

That dog-legged look is really disgusting.

The gangster didn't take it immediately. He stared at her cautiously for a while, not noticing anything unusual about Qingyun, and then took it. He kept looking at her from the corner of his eye. If she looked strange, he would immediately send her back to her hometown.

Qingyun laughed along with him, glancing at the branches at the criminal's feet out of the corner of his eye, and slowly moved over to hug his legs and beg for mercy.

"Brother, I've given you the family heirloom. You have to keep your word and let me go. You can also let me join you. I have many uses. I eat very little and can do anything. From now on, I will take care of all the laundry, cooking and running errands."

For the sake of his own life, Qingyun's tongue was full of charm, and he talked nonsense, so he dealt with him and deceived the gangster to divert his attention.

"I can also act as a bait to scare the refugees into handing over their money. There are quite a few people who have money in their hands while fleeing from famine. They will definitely believe people like me, and when I coax them to a remote place...

…”

Qingyun made a knife gesture to his neck, and then asked him with a slavish smile: "What do you think of this idea?"

The gangster originally planned to take the family heirloom and send her back to her hometown. But after listening to Qingyun's idea, he really got into it. After thinking about it, he thought it was feasible.

However, he was unwilling to let her go so easily. He looked at her injured shoulder and kicked her before saying, "Let grandpa see if your family heirloom is real. If he really lets you go, let you join us."

Qingyun was so painful that he broke out in a cold sweat, his face turned pale, he couldn't help but vomited blood, and then nodded, "Really, I don't dare to lie to anyone!"

Qingyun's tragic situation finally satisfied the gangster. He threw away the cloth bag in his hand and looked at Qingyun with a malicious smile: "But that old man, you have to kill him with your own hands."

Qingyun was so frightened that he froze, trembling at the mouth, and said after a long time: "I...I...I can't do it, the old man is taking care of me all the way..."

The gangster was like a cat playing with a mouse, teasing Qingyun. He glanced at the frozen Qingyun, as if he didn't see her fear, and said slowly:

"If you can't do anything, it's no different from killing chickens and ducks. They're not your relatives. If you want to join us, you can't just say it with white teeth. You must have a certificate of surrender. The old man is your certificate of surrender. He will live or die.

, think about it carefully.”

Bad dish!

The old man hiding in the pot bush not far away was very anxious. He greeted the eight generations of the gangster's ancestors in his heart. He was even more worried that Qingyun was young and ignorant, and was coaxed by the gangster's few words.

The gangsters couldn't find where he was hiding, but Qingyun knew about it.

He was half-buried in a coffin. If he died, he would be dead. It didn't matter. As long as Qingyun confessed to him, the gangsters wouldn't let him go.

I was thinking in my heart: "Damn boy, be brave and don't listen to him, he is lying to you!"

But when I saw Qingyun struggling at first, then struggling, suffering, and finally giving up, I knew that the damn boy was really planning to kill him and surrender.

The old man was angry and anxious, and finally laughed angrily, thinking: "If I had known you were a white-eyed wolf, I shouldn't have saved you when you were attacked by bandits."

The old man also gave up. How could he, an old man, defeat two young men?

Just die, if you die, who cares whether he is "dinner on the plate"?
Chapter completed!