The shopkeeperâs face showed a bitter look: âHow can you people with good life know our pain? I was born to kill my father and my mother. I grew up begging for food and getting abused every day. Why canât I think about myself? Why should I endure it again and again? Since my life is bad, I will change it. Those who die for this can only say that their life is worse than mine. What does it have to do with me!â
Lin Qingyin didnât want to waste saliva with this kind of person. She stretched out her hand and pulled out the luck energy that came from the life of others. And with a flick of her fingers, it dissipated into the air. Without the cover of other peopleâs luck, the shopkeeperâs face immediately showed the face of death.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âWho on earth are you?â The shopkeeper looked at Lin Qingyin unwillingly, âArenât you afraid of losing your life if you are so much nosy?â
Lin Qingyin smiled at him: âYou canât do this. You canât beat me. Your formation canât trap me. So what is there to be afraid of!â
When the shopkeeper heard Lin Qingyinâs words, he suddenly felt that his vision was turning black and there was a fishy smell on his throat, then a mouthful of blood came out his mouth, full of the fishy and sweet smell.
This dead girl is so irritating!
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Lin Qingyin put the fan she took into the pocket of her coat, reached out, and took the handbag from the shopkeeper. There was a mess of things in it. Everything was full of evil spirits. There was not a single good thing. If this was the immortal cultivation world, the shopkeeper must be an evil cultivator.
She flicked her fingers and a flame rose from Lin Qingyinâs palm and fell onto the shopkeeperâs handbag. In an instant, all the contents in the bag were burnt, leaving nothing but a pile of ashes.
Lin Qingyin looked at the flame in her palm and smiled: âDo you know why I confront you without the others?â
There was a look of horror on the shopkeeperâs face. He simply shook his head frantically because he couldnât make a sound in fright. He knows the truth in this matter better than anyone. Because this was how he deals with people who know his secrets.
Lin Qingyin took back the spiritual energy that restrained the shopkeeper with a meaningful smile on her face: âI got the thing, so goodbye!â
Fatty Wang and others breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Lin Qingyin coming out without incident. They were really afraid that the shopkeeper would go crazy inside and hurt Lin Qingyin. Wei Cheng took a step forward nervously, and asked anxiously: âMaster, have you hot my sonâs soul?â
Lin Qingyin patted the fan in her pocket: âDonât worry, itâs here.â
Wei Cheng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and then felt that his legs softened. He leaned on Fat Wang softly: âItâs good, itâs good you get it!â
Seeing that the shopkeeper hadnât come out, Zhang Qidou looked at the inner room blocked by the curtain a little worriedly: âMaster Lin, how is the shopkeeper?â
âI let him go, we donât need to care about him.â Lin Qingyin said: âLetâs go back to the hospital, it will rain soon!â
Rain? A group of people looked at Lin Qingyin confusedly. Although the temperature has risen very quickly in the past 10 days, it was very unlikely to rain. The weather forecast didnât say anything about it!
But since Lin Qingyin said to leave quickly, the others didnât t care about the shopkeeper anymore. Only Wei Cheng was thinking about finding someone to look up the shopkeeperâs origins. Itâs best to find evidence of his killing, otherwise, he really canât swallow this anger.
Several people left the shop and walked to the crossroad. Lin Qingyin looked at the darkening sky with a faint smile: âFat brother, drive the car to the side of the alley.â
âOkay!â Fatty Wang and Lin Qingyin had been together for a long time. Knowing that she must have figured out something. He turned the car around without hesitation. At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and a strong thunder strike fell from the sky with a loud bang, and then the rain poured down.