He Qiguang leaned his back into the soft chair, stared into Mo Tiandu's stern eyes and said, "You only need to exchange two of your disciples, and I will save your other disciple who is in despair, how about that?"
Following He Qiguang's gaze, Motian knew that he was attracted to Zhu Yan and Xia Yuanqiu. Although he didn't know what he saw in these two people, it was definitely not a good thing, so he simply said: "No, my disciple, how can I Is it a bargaining chip for trading? If you love money, just make an offer and I will never counter-offer, how about that?"
"Wealth?" He Qiguang looked up to the sky and laughed, tears streaming down his face: "Although I love money, the wealth in this valley is enough for me to spend ten lifetimes. What I want is them. If you don't want to, Just leave on your own."
The devil was about to break out, so Xia Yuanqiu took a step forward and said, "I wonder what the purpose of Valley Master He is after he falls in love with the two of us? Could it be that he wants to dig out our hearts and lungs and offer them to the evil spirits?"
He Qiguang's expression changed, his eyes were bloodshot, and he said in a deep voice: "What are you talking nonsense about?"
Xia Yuanqiu sneered, pointed at his face, and said: "Am I talking nonsense? Why don't you look in the mirror and see if you look like a human or a ghost? If you were a human, our heart, lungs, essence and blood would naturally be the same as yours. It’s useless, but if you are a ghost, or in other words, there is a ghost in your body, then the essence and blood of my two hearts and lungs will be a great supplement to you, and it is hard to buy it with a million dollars, am I right or wrong?”
He Qiguang pointed at Xia Yuanqiu's face and said angrily: "You are talking nonsense. I, He Qiguang, am the master of Wangchuan Valley. I am naturally a human being. How can I be a ghost? Have you ever seen a ghost who dared to come out in broad daylight?"
Xia Yuanqiu shrugged: "It's hard to say. I'm afraid it depends on how advanced the ghost is. If you dare to let us see your wife, I will believe that you are a human being."
He Qiguang suddenly laughed: "Jijiang? You little girl is still a little young. Do you think I will let you see my wife after slandering me like this? I'm dreaming!"
"You dare not let us see your wife because you have ghosts in your heart and have done evil things. If we leave the gate of the Forgotten Valley today, we will be in the rivers and lakes tomorrow to publicize your ghost-raising deeds." Evil things, just imagine, those who claim to be the right people in the martial arts world, will they let you go?"
Xia Yuanqiu added: "Who doesn't know that the wealth in the Wangchuan Valley is comparable to that of countless national treasures? These so-called righteous people have long been slanderous, but they just don't have the status to march in."
He Qiguang sneered: "My Wangchuan Valley is not a place where anyone can just come if they want to."
Xia Yuanqiu also sneered: "Really? But we wanted to come, but we didn't come too? It just cost a few small bucks, so what's the difficulty?"
He Qiguang said again: "So what if I'm here? Do you think I am a bully in Wangchuan Valley?"
"You are just relying on ghosts to support you. You might as well think about it, even if you have ghosts to support you, isn't there in this world the nemesis of the ghosts who support you? For example, Master Tonghui of Yunshan Temple, for example, He Ling Taoist Priest Zi Ling of Guan, and for example, Priest Xiao Shan of Fugui Sect—"
He Qiguang gritted his teeth and his fingers trembled. He really wanted to step forward and tear this woman's mouth apart. These names, let alone meeting him, gave him a headache just hearing them.
If it were anyone else, he would have ordered the secret guards to take action, but the old man in front of him was Demon Tiandu, not to mention these guards, even if Yin Yang Po was immortal, they were no match for him. They were hateful and hateful.
Seeing that Xia Yuanqiu's words seemed to have an effect, Mo Tiandu struck a chord while the iron was hot: "He Qiguang, I might as well give you a pleasant word. Can we see your wife, Han Niang, today?"