1135. Chapter 1135 Bewitching Langjun, a Bit Ruthless (23)

Jiang Qiuyan looked at the man who fell to the ground, curled up and moaned, and was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood again.

He took out the contract paper from his arms, and hated it too badly:

"Da Qiao, don't care who said it, this is black and white, but it's clearly written on it. If you don't have the money to pay off the debt, you will use your son to pay for it. This is a bet you drew yourself."

Su Qiao squinted, then sneered: "Hmph, don't say it's not dark yet, the final debt repayment time hasn't come, even if it's here, you can't use my son to repay the debt."

Jiang Qiuyan gritted her teeth: "What do you mean?"

Su Qiao looked proud: "Boss Jiang, I, Su Qiao, can read and hyphenate at the age of three, can compose poetry at the age of five, and are proficient in painting, chess, and calligraphy. Why do I need to press my finger prints?"

Pointing to the so-called contract, she mocked:

"If your fingerprint is real, it must have been pressed against my finger while I was drunk. This is not in line with the laws of my Datsun dynasty."

The original clone has never pressed this thing.

Su Qiao didn't know where this thing came from, but it was absolutely impossible for her to admit it.

"If you don't believe me, you can look at this."

Su Qiao picked up a burning fire stick, walked to the somewhat dilapidated courtyard door, and wrote a poem directly on the white courtyard door.

That word, like a dragon in the sky, is majestic, and the cold light is blowing towards the face.

Just like the person she is at the moment, with a fierceness that cannot be ignored, with full of freedom and uninhibitedness.

Even illiterate people can feel how well written that character is.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Jiang Qiuyan looked at the words, and then turned to look at Su Qiao, who was full of chills. There was nothing to say.

In my heart, I felt faintly that I seemed to be messing with someone who was amazing.

She originally thought that Su Qiao was just a little villager. No matter how powerful she was, she would be invincible. That is to say, her mother had something to do with the town or the city.

But now it seems that Su Qiao, who can make the big people above them too afraid to show their faces and face them, may have a bigger relationship with her mother.

She didn't forget that Su Qiao flew down from the roof just now, and in the blink of an eye, all her subordinates were maimed.

When he started, his eyes were indifferent, without hesitation, the smell of blood lingered all over his body, just like the person who was killed from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

Jiang Qiuyan was completely scared now.

Su Qiao took out a cloth bag from his arms and threw a wild ginseng inside:

"This is a hundred-year-old wild ginseng. According to the market price, it can be exchanged for at least 30 taels of silver. I have paid back the 10 taels owed to you, and the remaining 20 taels. Please have someone send it to me."

Among the villagers who were watching, someone with good deeds quietly stepped forward to pick it up, took a look, and carefully handed it over to Jiang Qiuyan.

"It's really wild ginseng, and it's still a hundred years old."

"Isn't this big Qiao illiterate? How can he still read and write poetry?"

"Da Qiao Niang is not an ordinary person, but someone who can fly around in the woods."

"If someone can write, they definitely won't press any handprints. They must have been secretly pressed."

"This big Joe... is it really getting better?"

"Looks like that."

"Look, is that a wolf? Is it a wolf?"

"Did Qiao really run into the jungle?"

This wolf can only be found in the jungle.

Not only did she go to the dense forest, but she also came back after beating a wolf.

And this head is not an ordinary little wolf, like the kind of the wolf king.

"Su Qiao, it's my fault this time."

How dare Jiang Qiuyan ask for her wild ginseng?