Chapter 141

"Ah

The shrieking of a pig almost overturned the whole vegetable market. I'm afraid the peddlers in these markets have never heard such a miserable cry.

"I'll go. Ma Biao has really dealt with the son-in-law of the waste house!"

"It's the end of charging 250. It's the rubbing of the face on the floor. It's maddening. This waste son-in-law is really useless!"

"It's not a good idea to provoke someone with a bad life, but it's a social scum like Ma Biao. Isn't that a death hunt?"

"Oh, what a tragedy

The peddlers in the vegetable market should think that Lin Xuan was beaten by Ma Biao and trampled on the ground and rubbed his face on the floor.

"Lying in the trough, it's not waste, it's Ma Biao!"

I don't know who burst out a roar, "NIMA, Ma Biao's face is full of blood, is pressed on the ground by waste, rubbing the floor with his face!"

"No? How is that possible? I read it right! Eh? I'm a good boy. It's really a waste explosion

"Am I dazzled? Don't look at the fancy

When the peddlers in the vegetable market and some passers-by who buy vegetables and watch around, they rub their eyes and look closely. It turns out that Lin Xuan pressed Ma Biao on the ground, which is really called rubbing the floor with Ma Biao's face.

On the rough sand and stone floor, Lin Xuan pressed Ma Biao's head and dragged him to let Ma Biao's whole face come into close contact with the floor, which made his face bloody.

Qin poetry standing aside to see some people, but her heart is pouring out a trace of inexplicable warmth, Lin Xuan is to protect her, come forward, will be arrogant Ma Biao press on the ground.

Compared with being surrounded by people, with a strange look, pointing, ridicule that she married a useless waste husband, she preferred this feeling of being cared for.

If Ma Biao had not been rude, frivolous and disrespectful to Qin poetry, how could Lin Xuan have done it.

Think of here, Qin poetry heart is like pouring honey one eye, sweet, where also care about Lin Xuan will ma Biao press on the ground friction floor.

Lin Xuan rubbed Ma Biao's face several times on the floor, stepped on Ma Biao's back neck, slowly squatted down, picked up Ma Biao's bone cutting knife from Zhu Laoba's chopping board, and shook it in front of Ma Biao. In a cold voice, "garbage, listen to me, you dare to blaspheme poetry. This is your end."

Lin Xuan clenched the sharp knife and stabbed Ma Biao's neck.

Ma Biao was so frightened that he never dreamed that a door-to-door son-in-law, who was called a waste by the world, would dare to fight him like this.

"Big brother, big brother It's me. It's my bullshit. Please Please spare my life

The gangsters who have been fighting with Ma Biao have long been scared to death. Usually, these people bully and bully the peddlers in the vegetable market.

If you really want to meet Lin Xuan, who dares to step forward.

Lin Xuan said coldly: "since you know that you should die, I will help you." The hand rises the knife to fall, fiercely stabbed.

Qin poetry exclaimed, "Lin Xuan!"

"Ah

Ma Biao sent out a frightening scream. Everyone was shocked. Did Lin Xuan dare to kill?

Can ma Biao still scream with this knife? Don't you have to report there?

"No, it's fatal!" There was a "cluttering" in the heart of Qin's poetry. Just now, there is a trace of fear. If Lin Xuan killed Ma Biao with this knife, it would be a human life. No matter what kind of social scum or scum Ma Biao was, if he died, it would be a crime of murder

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