Genius Fortune-teller

In the residential building opposite to the hospital, as the red fog was engulfed by resentment, the pagoda Wood Statue with red fog puffing out in his hand burst out with a bang, and the fine sawdust splashed all around, shooting on the reinforced concrete wall, making a clear Bang sound, and even some of it went directly into the main body of Nangong!

The brain roars unceasingly, the roar sound and innumerable disordered thoughts fill Nangong Zheng's mind at this moment. Those inflated thoughts almost burst his head. At the same time, under the huge impact of resentment, with the scar on his chest as the starting point, the muscles in his chest shriveled rapidly at the speed visible to the naked eye, just like a piece of dead wood.

"How can How could this be... " Nangong opens his mouth wide and tries to breathe fresh air in his chest. However, under the huge impact, his chest and abdomen are suffocated, with only a strong smell of blood lingering in his throat.

At this time, he was completely stupid. He never thought that the resentment from the pagoda wood statue would be used by Lin Bai in such a period of time, and even backfired on himself! In order to make this fast wood carving, I had to work hard to get together the blood of 18 unformed babies. After so many years of breeding, I carved this puppet.

Moreover, after the completion of the puppet statue, it is fed with blood every day, which is regarded as establishing a connection with the resentment in the huaimu core. You can manipulate these things for your own use! This used to be a good means, how now suddenly useless, and those who usually feed with their own blood resentment, how to become a white eyed wolf, swallow implicated do not say, but also eat themselves!

How is that possible? What means did the boy use to control these complaints in such a short time? It's unbelievable. Does he really have any evil methods that can turn resentment into his own? But if there was such a technique, how could the old man not tell himself before he came?

Or is it that the old bastard and the little bastard are in the same group, deliberately closing the door and pitching themselves?

But in any case, the wood carving that has burst into pieces in the hand has already explained everything. In this battle, he lost the woodcarving, and he lost the means to protect his life. Just now that boy's attack means are so terrible, if you give yourself another attack, I'm afraid you can take your own life with one move!

Don't worry about anything. Run for your life! This is the only idea in Nangong Zheng's heart. After struggling to support himself and getting up from the ground, Nangong stumbles toward the residential building, trying to leave as fast as he can.

After complaining about the red fog, Lin Bai had already locked the position of Nangong with his mind. How can he escape from Lin Bai's mind when he wants to run away. Seeing that the old man was about to run, Lin Bai frowned and rushed out of the ward.

The sorcery of this sorcerer son of a bitch is really strange. Moreover, the inheritance of ancient ancestors has been cut off so far. How can it reappear in the world? The most important thing is that he and this person have no grudge in the past and have no grudge recently. Why does he try every means to obstruct himself? Does he have a nest with the so-called true teacher? What is the purpose of this person!

These questions, must catch that son of a bitch after, can make clear! Moreover, this person's evil tactics must not leave him half of life, otherwise, he would have to lose dozens of lives; and more than a dozen children's grievances would have to be bound in the locust wood core to bear the endless hardship of not giving up, unwilling and fettering!

But just as Lin Bai stepped out of the door of the ward, the wind of resentment in the emergency room rushed to him in a flash. It seemed that he had made up his mind that they would go wherever Lin Bai went.

These grievances are not because of what happened just now. Do they regard themselves as their dependence? Looking around him, Lin Bai felt a chill in his heart.

Although the children who have formed these grievances are extremely miserable, if they are followed by the black wind visible to the naked eye, I don't know how many people will surround them as monsters, which will surely delay their progress in catching up with Nangong Zhengna son of a bitch.

"Go back!" No matter whether these complaints can understand his own words, Lin Bai pointed fiercely to the emergency room. As soon as the words came out, he saw that the baby's cheek in the black wind seemed to be a little sad. He took a slow breath and said in a warm voice: "you go inside first, I'll be back in a moment, and then you can do whatever you want..."

After that, Lin Bai rushed out of the hospital. The black fog made up of resentment circled around Lin Bai's previous body position for several times, and then rushed into the emergency room like a whirlwind like a angry child.

Seeing that the black wind composed of resentment did not follow him, the big stone hanging from Lin Bai's chest fell. The two hands print Jue to pinch to move, continuously pursue this South Temple is that son of a bitch's location, toward the location then rushed past.

After stumbling out of the room, the aftereffect of backfire still does not dissipate, and by such a struggle, Nangong Zheng feels that the sky is spinning around, and his feet are floating. Before he reached the stairs, a young man rushed up from below. As soon as the young man wiped his body, Nangong fell to the ground and rolled downstairs.The young man saw the scene and jumped. He just thought that he had accidentally bumped into someone, so he quickly reached out to help him. But before he could reach out his hand, Nangong Zheng fell into the stairwell with blood on his face.

Looking at this scene, the young man is about to be scared silly! He clearly felt that when he went up the stairs just now, he didn't touch anything at all, but how did the uncle fall to the stairwell and break his head and blood

"Uncle, wake up quickly. I don't have much money in my pocket. Don't mistake me!" Looking at nangongzheng's tragic situation, the young man thought he was the villain who met the porcelain bumping. But even if he did, he didn't have to fall so seriously, did he? Is he trying to do enough tricks to blackmail himself into ruin. Thinking of this, the young man's words were full of tears.

At this moment, Nangong Zheng is in a state of depression. Just now, the resentment has dried up his whole body, and now there are only skin and bones left. The debris that penetrated into his body when the pagoda Wood Statue burst apart is bleeding continuously. The collision on the stairs just now has knocked out a thumb long scar on his brain, which is bleeding continuously.

After several tumbles and tumbles, all the clothes on the body were covered with dust; the gray hair, which was slick and slick, is now piled on the top of the head like a mess of grass, which is stained with a lot of blood. Moreover, his cheek was even more pale, as if the Lord of hell might come to take away his old bone at any time.

Just as the young man's crying became more and more serious and the tears in his eyes were about to roll down, Nangong just woke up and turned around. He shook his head and looked around. He struggled to get up and rushed downstairs like a ghost.

Looking at Nangong's back, the young man wiped his eyes in amazement. His face was full of disbelief. Did that fall hurt the man's head, made him a fool, and made him look at the stubble of deliberate diving? Or did it mean that something on his face scared him, so he didn't even care to blackmail himself.

I can't believe that I raised my hand and wiped my face. How dare the young man stay here for half a while. He knew that he had never run into nangongzheng just now. He just thought that he had burned incense in front of Bodhisattvas, and that he had escaped the disaster.

But what the young man didn't know was that Nangong was falling just now, which was not bad luck for Nangong, but also a great good thing. After the resentment backfires, Nangong's chest and abdomen silted up a lot of dirty blood.

It was the dirty blood that made him dizzy. Now, after rolling on the stairs and coughing out the congestion, his mind recovered a little, and the dizziness in his mind was reduced.

Thinking of Lin Bai, I'm afraid he's already blocking his way, and what he's done has been completely exposed. If caught by Lin Bai, don't say no good fruit to eat, I'm afraid this small life will be lost!

So where did he have time to entangle with the young man who thought he was going to blackmail, and dashed down the corridor. Although the congestion spurted out, but the power of backfire was still there, and his steps were still a little flimsy. Only after he had wasted the power of nine oxen and two tigers, could he struggle to get a hug.

Looking at the dazzling sunshine outside the building and the fresh air coming in, Nangong Zheng never felt so wonderful. Hope is right in front of you. As long as you rush out of this lane, block a car, and disperse in the vast sea of people, even if Lin Bai has great ability, can he still find himself out from the crowd!

Not even taking breath, Nangong rushed out of the building. At the moment when he stepped out of the corridor, he felt as if he had been walking through the gate of hell, especially being exposed to the warm sunshine, which made him feel that everything was so beautiful. He couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

As long as you rush out of this lane, you will keep this old life! If you only want to die in your hands, you can still find the place you left today. And must go to that old thing to ask clearly, Lin Bai this son of a bitch how can dissolve his resentment means!

But just after turning the corner, he rushed out of the alley. Before Nangong raised his hand, he was so scared that he fell to the ground with a smile on his face. He is so, not because of anything else, because there is a young man with a cigarette at the end of the lane, looking at himself with a playful smile on his face and a faint irony and disdain in his eyes.

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