Li Zhongqiu's cold sweat broke out all of a sudden, but in an instant, his back was wet, his head seemed to be slammed with a roar, and at the same time, it was also blank, and he didn't know who he was or where he was.

Qin Xianglin sat there, his eyes like stars in the dark night, with a deep cold and strange light, looking down from above. Li Zhongqiu was like a speck of dust in the desert in front of Qin Xianglin, humble to the extreme.

The exquisite lighting cast a miserable white light, illuminating Li Zhongqiu's face without a trace of blood.

The air was solemn, Li Zhongqiu felt that it had become difficult to breathe, Qin Xianglin sat there and did not move, but in Li Zhongqiu's opinion, it was like a thousand Taishan falling from the sky, coming with a catastrophe.

Li Zhongqiu had been standing like this for a minute, and the cold sweat on his forehead had already flowed down his cheeks.

Qin Xianglin sat like that and looked at Li Zhongqiu for nearly a minute, and in this minute, Qin Xianglin's eyes like lightning didn't seem to blink.

"Qin Ye ......"

Li Zhongqiu regained a little consciousness in great fright, and shouted in a trembling voice, Qin Ye. At this minute, Li Zhongqiu once again regarded Qin Linxiang as the grandfather of the Jiang Xiang faction who unified the four halls and had supreme majesty.

Li Zhongqiu's knees were weak, so he wanted to kneel down for the person in front of him. It's like a murderous robber confessing his mistakes in front of a Buddha statue, and his heart is extremely pious.

Qin Linxiang's cold face moved, and two very good-looking tendon lines were revealed above his chin, making his whole face more and more three-dimensional.

It's just that his expression is still so cold, and his eyes are still like lightning.

Moreover, he still did not speak.

Still, motionless.

The sweat on Li Zhongqiu's palms can almost turn into water droplets and fall down. It was as if someone had viciously nailed his back with a nail board, and the severe pain made his scalp tingle and the soles of his feet felt like an electric shock.

Li Zhongqiu nodded slightly, not daring to look at Qin Linxiang's eyes. But he knew that those eyes were hanging in front of him like a pair of cold hooks, and they were about to tear his soul apart.

Finally, Li Zhongqiu's knees lost their support, his body stiffened, and he knelt straight down.

"Bang" a pair of knees slammed on the solid wood floor imported from the other side of the ocean, making a crisp crashing sound.

The voice was not loud, but it was the voice of Li Zhongqiu's collapse.

Whether it is soul or body, Li Zhongqiu has completely collapsed. He could no longer look directly into Qin Xianglin's eyes.

It was like the sun above the nine heavens, which could clear all obstacles and reach the darkest part of Li Zhongqiu's heart.

There is no darkness to hide, and fear is everywhere.

"Qin Ye...... I know it's wrong! Li Zhongqiu's forehead slammed heavily on the solid wood floor, as if beating a shabby old leather drum, making a dull sound.

Qin Xianglin still didn't move, and looked coldly at Li Zhongqiu's body like a stray dog curled up in a storm, as cold as frost.

At this time, the tree, which was as strong as a mountain, strode up, and his heavy Martin shoes made a hard sound against the solid wood floor, like beating a war drum.

Li Zhongqiu was like a flea lying on the surface of the drum, and his whole body seemed to be bounced off.

The heart beats to the beat of the war drums, getting heavier and heavier.

The big tree came to Li Zhongqiu's front and kicked it with his foot.

"Poof!" A kick, like a hammer falling, mercilessly smashed under Li Zhongqiu's ribs.

Suddenly, an indescribable pain came, and it felt like a red-hot iron rod had poked through there.

Li Zhongqiu's curled body flew up, like a dead dog crashing into a mahogany coffee table on the side.

"Click" One foot of the coffee table made a cracking sound. It was a coffee table worth more than 100,000 yuan, and this crack made the value drop dozens of times.

Li Zhongqiu was lying under the coffee table, his facial features were distorted in pain, and his mouth let out the mournful scream of a dog when he was about to die.

Tears, snot, saliva, and urine all came out uncontrollably.

Li Zhongqiu curled one leg and shrunk his legs, but his hands were struggling and waving vigorously, with a terrifying expression.

The foot of the big tree left no room for anything. kicked out a force of several hundred catties, and directly kicked Li Zhongqiu's ribs seven times, and in the process of flying out, he hit the mahogany coffee table again, and most of his spine was broken.

Li Zhongqiu's eyes were still looking at Qin Xianglin in great pain, sitting there like a god of death. Reed bamboo forest

How much pain is there? Can you still live? It's all a word, or a look.

Finally, Qin Linxiang moved. He slowly got up from the sofa, like a copper-faced Yama descending from the Netherworld Mountain, like a dark night descending on the world.

He walked towards Li Zhongqiu, his steps were gentle, and he landed silently. It was only three steps to get in front of Li Zhongqiu.

Li Zhongqiu's tears flowed hard, and his face desperately showed a painful, sad, and miserable appearance.

Li Zhongqiu, who was in severe pain, clearly knew that betrayal was the first taboo of the Jiang Xiang faction, and it was usually executed by his grandfather himself, usually with three knives and six holes.

Li Zhongqiu only hoped that Qin Linxiang at this moment was a benevolent savior, and seeing his miserable appearance, he would be like pity for a leper dog who had broken his leg in the garbage heap, and he couldn't bear to do it, and spared his life. Besides, he has already apologized, and he knows that he is wrong, and a person who knows his mistake should be forgiven, right?

Li Zhongqiu fantasizes about the final miracle like such an idiot!

Qin Xianglin stood in front of Li Zhongqiu, looked at the embarrassed Li Zhongqiu, frowned slightly, and then slowly squatted down.

"If an apology is useful, then what's the use of asking for a prefecture?" Qin Xianglin asked coldly, and at this moment, one by one appeared in Qin Linxiang's mind: the appearance of Uncle Dong, Du Sha, Ruan Jinshan, Hou Delong, Diao Deshan, Yang Mi, Tang Yan and others.

In an instant, the heart was like a knife.

Uncle Dong is known as a number of money darts on the rivers and lakes, and his technique of a copper coin secret weapon is famous all over the world.

Tussauds, nicknamed the "beautiful snake", has the most perfect body in the world, and can make men willing to die between their eyebrows and eyes.

Ruan Jinshan, nicknamed "Golden Abacus", is a business wizard and a financial master, which is a once-in-a-century talent.

Hou Delong is absolutely loyal to Qin Xianglin, and attaches great importance to love and righteousness.

Diao Deshan often said: "Hillbilly, have you ever eaten a lobster for 38 yuan?" ”

There are also Yang Mi and Tang Yan. Yang Mi has a peerless appearance and a fiery figure, while Tang Yan can easily invade any computer

They are all people around Qin Xianglin, they are Qin Xianglin's best friends, like relatives.

Qin Xianglin took a deep breath, and in his mind, he heard the voices of these people calling him:

"Grandpa......"

"Qin Ye ......"

"Barbarian ......"

What a familiar voice lingers in my ears.

Qin Xianglin sighed, refocused his gaze on Li Zhongqiu's body, and asked seriously: "Can I spare you?" ”

Li Zhongqiu's face was like ashes, and he endured the severe pain and shouted loudly: "Yes, yes, can spare me!" ”

The murderous aura in Qin Linxiang's eyes skyrocketed again, and the whole person was filled with a breath of death that seemed to be visible.

"I can help you, I can help you!" Li Zhongqiu shouted loudly, with a pleading look in his eyes.

At this moment, Li Zhongqiu had a feeling of negotiating with death.

"Help me?" Qin Xianglin's eyes searched slightly, and a pair of eyes looked shining.

"Master Qin, you came back this time to take revenge, right? Your big enemy is your eldest brother Qin Jinping, right? Li Zhongqiu seemed to have grasped the last straw.

"Your eldest brother Qin Jinping ......" how ironic the sentence "Your eldest brother Qin Jinping" is to Qin Xianglin.

It sounded like he had been stabbed with a knife.

"Now, Qin Jinping trusts me very much, I can see him, I can know his whereabouts, I can also ask him out for dinner, as long as he leaves Zhongjihai, Qin Ye, you will have a chance!" Li Zhongqiu said loudly that Qin Xianglin's hesitation gave him hope of survival.

Qin Xianglin was silent.

"Qin Ye, you let me go, you let me go, I will help you take revenge, one life is worth one life, I will help you kill Qin Jinping!" Li Zhongqiu said loudly, with a sincere attitude.

Qin Xianglin looked down at Li Zhongqiu, and a cold smile appeared on his face after a long time.