Chapter 1179

From Nanshan Lake Garden apartment, driving all the way to Yunwu Mountain hillside villa, Lin Xuan is very heavy.

He recalled the nightmare of waking up in the early morning, the desolate, lonely and desperate land, and the sad cry of crows.

What exactly does this mean?

Lin Xuan followed Qingming Taoist and studied Fengshui metaphysics. Naturally, he knew some ways to interpret dreams.

Crow five elements of water, dreams of crows, mainly because of the recent career of hard work, no one can help in the cause, that is the source of trouble.

The wilderness in the dream indicates that the current emotional state is not very good, and there may be many fluctuations in the dreamer's love road

As for the lion in his dream, does it mean that disaster will come?

In particular, his arm was bitten off by a lion. From the perspective of dream interpretation, dreaming of a lion is the meaning of a man, and being bitten off by a lion is a broken wrist.

In other words, Luo Ping calls for help in the early morning, saying that the evil in Qin poetry is caused by a man?

It can be said that Qin poetry as his right arm, broken arm

Hiss!

Poetry, you can't do anything. If you have something wrong, how can you let me live alone?

Lin Xuan's heart sank slightly, and he stepped on the accelerator hard. The Audi A8 looked like a runaway wild horse, roaring wildly, running straight to the villa on the hillside of Yunwu Mountain

At the same time, in the living room of the villa on the hillside of Yunwu Mountain, it has already been a pot of porridge, and the sense of seeing the birds flying and dogs jumping.

Qin poetry, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, chased in the living room, shouting in his mouth like a babble, killing all the demons and defending the way.

Luo Ping, Qin Zhenhua and aunt Tang were all scared to death, constantly dodging and blocking Qin poetry.

"Qin Zhenhua, you useless loser, think of a way to do it in the end?" Luo Ping complained, "you're a big man, our daughter is suddenly in a bad mood. You don't have a little way?"

"I Where do I know what to do? Usually, your mouth is not very powerful? " Qin Zhenhua curled up and swallowed his saliva. His face was pale with fear.

"Madam, you call Lin Xuan, what does he say?" Aunt Tang has no way but to hope that Lin Xuan's arrival may have some way to save her.

Referring to Lin Xuan, she pricked Luo Ping's fuse again. She was even more furious, swearing and saying: "don't tell me about that soft food waste. If you can be relied on at the critical moment, the sow will be on the tree!"

"Hahaha, where are you devils to escape? Eat me

Qin poetry "Shua Shua" to brandish the kitchen knife, swing knife whirring, her style, completely to kill Luo Ping, Qin Zhenhua and aunt Tang.

Looking at her hair, mouth those nonsense, people shudder.

"Poetry, wake up, I'm your mother!"

"Poetry, I'm my father ～"

"poetry, don't do this, I'm aunt Tang..."

Three people stumbled, huddled in a corner, there is no way out.

The key is that Qin's poems and poems are like evil spirits attached to the body. Even Luo Ping and Qin Zhenhua can't hold her down at all, as if there were great power in her body.

"Well, you demons, where do you flee?" Qin poetry waving a kitchen knife, this time, is more rapid, to hand up and down the knife, three people will be chopped to death.

Luo Ping, Qin Zhenhua and aunt Tang were in despair, struggling for a long time. They were also out of breath and had no strength to fight back.

"Shua!"

A flash of cold light, the kitchen knife fell.

The situation is critical.

"Chi!"

The light of the knife suddenly stops at the head of Luo Ping and Qin Zhenhua.

When the gate was pushed open, Lin Xuan was stunned and raised his hand to make a silver needle, which sealed the acupoints of Qin poetry.

He darted over, seized the hand of Qin poetry in astonishment, and exclaimed, "poetry, poetry, it's me, Lin Xuan!"

Who knows, Qin poetry a pair of scarlet eyes, look at Lin Xuan, messy hair, a pale face.

She is already pupil is dilated, the corner of the mouth spreads a grimace, Jiao drinks a voice, "you are where evil spirit? All die

Under the words, her arms trembled, "Chi", and the cold light shot fiercely. The silver needle that sealed her acupoint was forced out of her body by the poetry of Qin Dynasty. The silver needle flew out, "Du" and shot into the wall and directly penetrated out.

Lin Xuan looked at this scene, shocked to the extreme, what is this situation?

"Lin Xuan, what time is it for you to be willing to come at last?"

"Open your dog's eyes and see clearly that she is in evil. If you don't give it to my mother and cure me with poems and poems, I will never let you go!"

With Lin Xuan's appearance, Luo Ping, Qin Zhenhua and aunt Tang come out of danger. Luo Ping immediately lowers her face. Speaking of her words, she is even more acrimonious and spiteful."Shut up

Lin Xuan was distracted by the appalling actions of Qin poetry, but he was blinded by Luo Ping. His face was slightly coagulated and he snapped.

In that eye, she exposed endless cold, which made Luo Ping embarrassed. She was also a little afraid. She smashed her mouth and swallowed what she said to her mouth. She did not dare to criticize Lin Xuan.

And Qin Zhenhua is also toward her to roll a white eye, that meaning say again, don't be wordy.

Luo Ping was a little angry, and she stepped back a few steps and curled up.

Aunt Tang was relieved. She knew that Lin Xuan was coming, and everything would be easy.

However, as if he did not know Lin Xuan, he waved a kitchen knife and yelled at him.

Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, reached for his hand and grasped the wrist of Qin Shi Shi. He exclaimed in amazement: "poetry, you wake up, it's me!"

Unexpectedly, Qin's poems didn't respond at all. The corners of his mouth grinned grimly. Under the struggle, a powerful force bounced Lin Xuan open, and the kitchen knife "Shua" once again stabbed Lin Xuan's chest.

Lin Xuan sighed and dodged. His sword eyebrows were slightly heavy, and his heart was strange. Was it really evil in poetry? How could she be so powerful?

At the same time, she has caught the pulse of Qin's poem, which has been passed by Xuan Lin.

Suddenly, Lin Xuan was stunned and looked at Qin's poems in surprise.

What's the situation?

The pulse of Qin poetry is extremely disordered. From her pulse, we can feel that there is some kind of strange power in her body, which collides with eight extraordinary meridians.

This Is it Zhongxie?

Lin Xuan looked at Qin's poems with heartache. Her eyes were scarlet and her pupils were dilated. However, her eyes were blank and she could not feel any feelings. She still had any feelings.

It vaguely makes people feel that Qin poetry is like a puppet twisted in the hand and manipulated by others. As long as the operator fiddles with the silk thread, the puppet can only act according to the rhythm of the manipulator

"Ah Xuan, what happened to poetry? How could this happen? " Aunt Tang asked anxiously.

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