Chapter 142

"Click!"

"Bang Dang!"

All of them had a cold sweat in their palms, and their hearts hung up to their throat. Some even couldn't bear to see their heads cut off and blood splashing, so they closed their eyes.

However, when all eyes are focused on Lin Xuan, "Cha" is a sharp knife that cuts through the back of Ma Biao's hand and passes through the palm of his hand. "Kuan Dang" is a sharp knife that almost goes past the handle and plunges the whole knife under the hard floor.

So terrible!

No matter it's the peddlers in the vegetable market or the passers-by who are watching to buy vegetables, there are only four words in their minds: "terror like this".

It is absolutely appalling to see that such a hard floor as iron can pierce Ma Biao's palm with a single knife, and pierce a 30 cm sharp osteotomy knife under the floor.

No!

He is the son-in-law of the Qin family!

Is he a waste?!

All eyes are like spotlights, looking at Lin Xuan. In his pupil, there is a big "?" What are they if they're useless? The rubbish is not counted as rubbish!

No way!

This must be an illusion. How could a door-to-door son-in-law, who was humiliated by the whole Shenzhen market as a loser, burst out with such amazing power.

Seeing that Lin Xuan didn't stab Ma Biao to death, the stone hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground. He patted his chest and looked at Lin Xuan, showing a gentle smile. The pear vortex smile is extremely charming.

"Lin Xuan, you scared me to death!"

Qin Shi Shi walked quickly past and said, "can you not do this kind of behavior?"

Lin Xuan relieved with a smile, "poetry, I can be humiliated by others, it doesn't matter if you scold me as a waste, but it's not OK to blaspheme you and bully you. I don't care whether he is the king or the queen mother, I will certainly not let him go. What's more, they are the scum and scum of this society, who oppress the good garbage

Qin poetry heart is too satisfied, in front of this man, is he really his husband who has been married for three years? Is he still someone else's trash?

He took care of himself with deep and pure feelings.

Even if he was humiliated, it was nothing to him.

However, once someone tries to bully himself, or dares to bully himself, the power he bursts out is totally a change of person.

"You big fool, you are so frightening." Qin poetry also did not know what to say, eyes moist, heart acid, almost tears on the cheek.

She turned around and said, "OK, hurry to buy vegetables and go back to cook. Otherwise, my mother should nag again for a while."

"Oh, good."

Ma Biao is paralyzed on the ground like a dead pig. Other punks look at Lin Xuan, shrink their necks and retreat.

The peddlers in other food markets also took a long sigh of relief. They looked at Lin Xuan and Qin's poems like aliens.

"It's really gratifying. We are often bullied by such social ruffians as Ma Biao. Unexpectedly, in the end, it's the rubbish who gives us a bad breath..."

"Ah, bah, how do you talk? Have you ever seen such a fierce trash?"

"Yes, it is. I'm afraid the title of waste will have to be changed in the future."

"It seems that Lin Xuan is quite compatible with Qin's poems and poems. He is a talented woman and has a husband wife relationship."

"Yes, I don't know which one is chewing his tongue and talking about others. I think it's just envious of Lin Xuan who married such a beautiful wife..."

"Hey, Lin Xuan, take this pig's kidney back and make up for it?" Zhu Laoba wrapped the pork kidney on the chopping board and handed it to Lin Xuan, who came by and said with a smile.

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