Fortune Teller Master

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Yang Qinghe: ...

It hurts, I don't want to talk!

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Although Yang Qinghe was injured by the thunder, the aura on his thunder talisman was not enough. The pain was painful, but he would not worry about his life.

Lin Qingyin squatted down and handed the fireball to Yang Qinghe, looking at him with interest: Did you say it yourself or let me judge you?

Yang Qinghe endured the excruciating pain and moved his head back with all his might, with a miserable cry in his voice: I said, I will say, Master, I will say whatever you want to ask?

It's quite current. Lin Qingyin moved the fireball back in her hand and asked directly, What's your idea of ​​trying to deceive other people's children?

Yang Qinghe's eyes flashed with guilt, and he quickly made up excuses from the past in his mind. Lin Qingyin saw that he was not honest and released the pressure on him directly.

Feeling the powerful momentum pressing down from his head, Yang Qinghe was so frightened that the hairs on his face turned white.

To put it bluntly, their wicked and crooked way can also be next to cultivating. It's just that there is a lack of spiritual energy, and it is really difficult to cultivate in the right way, so people with bad minds have a lot of crooked ideas, such as stealing others' luck, cultivating death energy, stealing people's souls, and even people with special physiques like this. Practicing to improve the cultivation of Dan yào.

But after all, this is not the real world of self-cultivation, and there are only a few fragments of many cultivation methods left. Lin Qingyin has been in this world for two years, and she has also encountered many evil cultivators. Those who have just been brought into the body are considered to be of a high level. Like Yang Qinghe, the door to the crooked way is not accurate. gas.

In Yang Qinghe's eyes, the person who can set off flames without a talisman is the most powerful expert he has ever seen, but even that expert does not have the aura emanating from Lin Qingyin's body and is not as scary as Lin Qingyin.

Yang Qinghe knew that he had met a real expert, and he felt regretful and wanted to cry. He never thought that he would be cautious all his life and approaching old age and wanted to do a big job, but he kicked an iron plate as thick as ten meters. Let him have no other thoughts but to die.

Turning over from the ground, Yang Qinghe wanted to get up, but the pressure pressed him so hard that he couldn't even lift his head. Yang Qinghe gave up the struggle, lying on the ground and said honestly: I liked the yang energy in that kid, and I want to use him to refine alchemy to improve his cultivation.

Wang Yin suddenly gasped, although Lin Qingyin had already told him that the old man had no good intentions, but she did not expect this dead old man to be so wicked, and actually wanted to make his son into a pill. Zheng Guanglei's hand was also clenched into a fist. If he hadn't seen Yang Qinghe lying on the ground half-dead, he would have to beat him severely.

Wang Yin and Zheng Guanglei were just angry, while Mrs. Zheng was shocked and disbelieving. She rushed over a few steps and asked in a sharp voice, Didn't you tell me that my grandson won't live too long? You actually are lied to me?

Yang Qinghe curled his lips a little aggrieved: Actually, I didn't lie to you. Even if your grandson doesn't die in my hands, he will be killed by the yang energy in his body sooner or later. Why don't you let me use it.

When Zheng Guanglei heard this, he quickly reached out and covered Guoguo's ears, not wanting him to hear these nonsense words. Fortunately, Guoguo was only four years old, and he didn't care about things that he wasn't interested in at all. At this time, he lowered his head and played with the Transformers in his hand, and didn't even notice what Yang Qinghe was saying.

Madam Zheng didn't know whether she was happy or sad when she heard Yang Qinghe's remarks. She looked at Zheng Guanglei subconsciously, but saw Zheng Guanglei turned his head and didn't even look at her.

Seeing that her son didn't care about her anymore, Mrs. Zheng subconsciously defended herself: You see, he didn't lie at all.

Zheng Tianlei looked at the helpless appearance of the old lady, not only did he not feel distressed, but instead felt a little cold: Do you just hope that your grandson is okay?

I'm not, I'm not! Mrs. Zheng waved her hands in a panic. She knew that she had brought the wolf into the house, and she also knew that her son and daughter-in-law fu would definitely be angry because of this, and she might even send her back to her hometown, but she really didn't want to leave, She also wants to take grandchildren.

Zheng Guanglei took a deep breath and stopped entanglement with the old lady on this issue. The current matter is to deal with this liar Yang first.

Little Master, what do you think about this matter? Zheng Guanglei looked at Yang Qingming who was lying on the ground with a headache. He couldn't detain people, but he didn't feel relieved when they let them go. No one can succeed this time. I don't know if there will be a next time.

Lin Qingyin pointed at his hand: Don't you have a cell phone? Call the police!

Zheng Guanglei was dumbfounded: Call the police?

Are you going to call the police for this?

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