Chapter 1123

"Don't worry about her, aunt Tang. You see, her mouth still owes so much. She doesn't need treatment at all!"

Lin Xuan squinted at Luo Ping, deliberately raised his voice, and said with reason.

"Who wants you to heal my mother?"

Luo Ping's hair was blown up, and she was literally rolling on the ground and throwing it all over the ground.

There is no language in Qin poetry.

She had to say coldly: "well, mom, this is what you asked for. Don't blame me."

When Lin Xuan treats aunt Tang, she first takes Shengyuan pill, and then pricks aunt Tang's acupoints with silver needles, so as to relax tendons and activate blood circulation, which can quickly cure the wound.

Especially for the body of aunt Tang, who can take the saint yuan pill, in order to improve the refined pills, it is absolutely effective for healing wounds.

It was just a pill like that. After entering the body, she quickly pricked the acupoint with a silver needle in linxuan. Then, with the power of the immortal cultivator, she gently vomited the yuan force from the palm and instilled it into aunt Tang's body, which had made aunt Tang feel an unprecedented and completely new feeling.

She was also amazed at Lin Xuan's medical skills.

"Ah Xuan, your medical attainments are more and more advanced. Aunt Tang is very pleased."

After treatment for a while, Lin Xuan relieved with a smile, "aunt Tang, how do you feel now? Is there any better? "

Aunt Tang nodded and felt a little bit. She was so surprised that she couldn't add more. She sighed: "eh? Ah Xuan, I don't have any sign of injury now. It seems that I have recovered! "

Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. However, he knew that with his accomplishments in Yuandan's perfect state, he integrated medical skills to treat ordinary injuries. That was absolutely killing chickens with an ox knife, but with little talent.

In addition, Lin Xuan's skill of acupuncture and moxibustion to control Qi and nine needles, as well as the cultivation of immortals, instilled into aunt Tang such an ordinary mortal body. It was just a piece of cake to cure the wound and recover the body.

After Lin Xuan cured aunt Tang, Qin Shi Shi came to Lin Xuan and said, "Lin Xuan, let's go!"

With that, she directly took Lin Xuan's arm and planned to leave the villa on the hillside of Yunwu Mountain.

This time, Luo Ping, who was rolling all over the ground, was stunned and stopped the noise. Her round eyes yelled: "Qin poetry, you Where are you going? "

"If I don't want to go down, I'll stay in xuanlin's house if I don't want to go down."

"This This Have you ever thought about the consequences? Don't you know how dangerous Lin Xuan is now? "

Luo Ping struggled to sit up straight, but, after all, she was still hurt. After a few struggles, she couldn't sit up.

"No matter how dangerous it is, I have no regrets." "Since you like to live in a villa on the hillside of Yunwu Mountain so much, you will live here, and it has nothing to do with me," said Qin Shi Shi decisively

Luo Ping thinks that although Lin Xuan and Qin Shishi divorced at the beginning and left 300 million yuan, there is no big problem in paying the high property management fees in the future.

But this is not a long-term solution.

In the final analysis, in any case, it is necessary to keep Qin's poetry with her. Her daughter is the material basis for her life and her long-term meal ticket.

Even, that's your own cash cow.

If you let Qin Shi Shi Shi and Lin Xuan leave in this way, it will be a disaster to Luo Ping.

Listening to Qin's poems, it's like a bolt from the blue.

Under the balance, even if Lin Xuan and Qin Shishi remarry now, and let Lin Xuan return to the villa on the hillside of Yunwu Mountain, it is absolutely impossible for Qin Shishi to leave his side.

As for the days to come, think of a way.

If Lin Xuan can survive the battle with Ji Wan'er, maybe he will be successful from now on.

After all, Lin Xuan is the eldest son of the Lin family, the capital of the emperor. Lin's international bank, the owner of the family's Bank, and the owner of the gold mine in his family are no different.

What's more, Lin Yuan and Lin Yu, the second master of the imperial capital, are hateful.

However, the last Lin family owner seems to appreciate Lin Xuan more.

For such details, Luo Ping, such a snob, is absolutely sharp eyed and looks more carefully than anyone else.

If the owner of the Lin family appreciates or values Lin Xuan, and once Lin Li is willing to pay to help him, then it is not easy for him to rise?

In spite of the short five seconds, the snobbish thinking in Luo Ping's head has been running at a high speed. After thinking about it before and after, she has thought for hundreds of steps.

After such a comparison, she was more determined that she could not let Qin poetry leave the villa on the hillside of Yunwu Mountain.

To tell the truth, Lin Xuan now, as long as he is the eldest young master of the Lin family, the capital of the emperor, may not have many people to kneel and lick him.

Luo Ping, such a selfish villain, is absolutely first-class for such worldly sophistication."Oh, it hurts. Ah, I'm going to die Ouch... "

All of a sudden, Luo Ping changed her painting style and lay down on the ground, crying and crying.

"I'm a poor old woman, I'm a poor old woman..."

"Ouch, ouch My daughter doesn't want me anymore. She hates me as an old woman... "

As she cried, she was a snot and a tear, mourning and grieving.

"My daughter doesn't want me I don't live, just die Ouch... "

Even Luo Feng, Jiang Tao and others on the side of the scene can see that it is Luo Ping who plays it.

It's so fake.

However, this is not the same for Qin poetry.

Even though she knew Luo Ping was deliberately pretending, she was her own mother after all.

She sighed slightly, and her eyes looked at Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan put his hand on her hand and comforted him: "don't worry, I know how to do it."

"Lin Xuan, thank you. Really, if you hadn't been tolerant of me, I really don't know..."

Qin poetry said, but there are some tears in the eye, a burst of pain in the heart, some want to shed tears.

Since Lin Xuan's accession to the throne, Lin Xuan has suffered all kinds of grievances. How can Qin's poetry know about it.

Most of the time, it's not Lin Xuan's fault at all. However, he's like a back pot man. He's like a bluster. Everyone's against him. Even everyone spits on him. He wants to climb on his head and pee

"Fool, what nonsense, what mood are you in? Can I not know?" Lin Xuan smiles and comforts Qin poetry. Then he turns to Luo Ping.

He naturally knew that no matter how resolute Qin's poetry was, he could not let Luo Ping go after all.

To be sure, it can not change the fact that Luo Ping is her mother.

He went to Luo Ping's side, and a few grimaces appeared in the corner of his mouth. "Come on, don't act. This kind of grandiose and no acting skill can be seen by blind people. In the face of poetry, I will heal for you..."

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