Chapter 742 The day when the Buddhist beads were destroyed, when the third master's life ended

Qin Ruan lost control.

Ling Xiaoxuan's words put the things she had been worried and afraid in her heart and put them on the table in a blunt manner.

The panic in his heart made Qin Ruan feel a little painful.

Ling Xiaoxuan has always been polite in her words and deeds, and has always known how to keep people decent.

Today she spoke extremely, and every sentence was so irritating.

If someone else said that, Qin Ruan might not be so emotional.

But this person is Ling Xiaoxuan, a friend she believes is trustworthy and can make.

The uneasiness in her heart surged up wildly, and she was eager to see the third master soon...

...

After Qin Ruan left, Ling Xiaoxuan hugged lazily on the sofa, without any movement and making any sound.

Lin Ning poured a glass of water and brought it to her: "I can speak in a tactful way, why should I stimulate her?"

Qin Ruan lost control, why can't Lin Ning see it?

He is a psychiatrist and can recognize a person's thoughts through the other person's words, actions and facial expressions.

When Ling Xiaoxuan said that the third master would die, Qin Ruan showed impulse and extremeness that suited her age.

At that moment, the anger released from her was like a cruel cub, and the thorns on her body stood up and became fierce and fierce.

Ling Xiaoxuan took the water cup, took a sip, and said in a light tone: "There is a physical problem between Master Huo San, no one in the major families knows about this matter. No one dares to gossip in Qin Ruan's ears.

I just pushed her so that she could also feel my feelings. She was too cold and needed someone to push her."

Recalling Qin Ruan's appearance just now, Lin Ning chuckled: "She seems to have slight emotional absent disease. She is a more contradictory individual. She is both eager for emotions and afraid of touching. She lost control just now. I think Mr. Huo San has a great position in her mind."

Ling Xiaoxuan leaned her head on the sofa pillow and sighed: "That's for sure. When you didn't see her standing with Master Huo San, you couldn't stand anyone else in your eyes, you could only see Master San.

Qin Ruan is lucky than me. Master Huo San is weak and prone to die prematurely, but they are already together. Even if they can only spend a few years together, at least they will have no regrets in the rest of their lives."

At the end, her hidden sadness was leaked out again inadvertently.

Lin Ning walked up and rubbed her head: "Since the Third Master is so important in Qin Ruan's mind, aren't you afraid that if you said before, she would hold a grudge?"

Ling Xiaoxuan shook her head: "She doesn't."

Although she was frightened by the oppression and the cold aura she released before, she did not feel that Qin Ruan had any harm to her.

Qin Ruan is easy to understand. No matter how cold she is, she is still a human being. She also has a deep hidden emotion. She is clear and she will not easily take her anger on her innocent people.

Ling Xiaoxuan didn't tell Lin Ning this.

What she was thinking about now was that Qin Ruan said she wanted to contact Master Huicheng of Nanyin Temple.

She was repulsive to this monk.

It was the other party who broke it up in person. Her extravagant hope of being with Ling Zeheng and her deep anger cannot be easily erased.

...

Huo Zhai.

Huo Yirong rushed over after receiving it.

He stood outside the open study door, and what he saw was his third brother sitting on a seat, his eyes closed, and his delicate facial features were covered with a layer of warm light.

The other party's handsome and deep face was pale, and his lips were bright red, as if he was dyed with blood, and he looked very sick.

Huo Yirong walked into the room and subconsciously took his steps lightly.

Although the voice was light, it still alarmed the third master who was resting with his eyes closed.

He opened his black eyes, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Seeing that the visitor was his second cousin, the light in his eyes was a little gentle: "It's coming so fast."

Huo Yirong Qingjun's face was solemn: "I know you vomited blood, my heartbeat was almost stopped, and I wish I could fly over!

What's going on? I've been so tired these days, why are you vomiting blood again? Do you want to invite Lingxuzi to show you?"

Master Huo San lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on the table in just a few hours, and the documents he had sorted out.

He played with the Buddhist beads on his wrist with slender fingers, his movements were casual and his tone was gentle and calm: "No, this time it's different."

Huo Yirong stood at the table with a worried look on his face: "Why are the difference?"

Master Huo San raised his eyes, and his dark eyes showed a deep meaning that was hard to see: "Second brother, I feel like there is really something wrong with my body this time."

When Huo Yirong heard this, he was panicked.

He quickly walked to Huo Yunqi, pressed his hand on his shoulder and looked up and down.

"What's wrong? Why haven't you said it before? It's the end of the year that I don't know if Ling Xuzi is in the capital. I'll call him!"

Huo Yirong's hand had reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone.

Huo Yunzi raised his hand and pressed it on his hand that was about to make a call: "Second brother, I came to you not to alarm my family. This year, the family welcomed two children, so welcoming the New Year with peace of mind."

The voice is gentle and the tone is unquestionably strong.

Huo Yirong held the hand of the phone and tried very hard. The blue veins raised on the back of his hand seemed to break through the skin.

He looked up and glared at Huo Yunzhi, gritted his teeth and said, "What do you want to say?"

Mr. Huo was angry.

Very angry.

He was so angry that he could not hide his anger in front of his younger brother who had always respected and pampered him carefully.

He had a premonition that the next words of his third brother would make him lose his mind.

Master Huo San lowered his eyes and fiddled with the Buddhist beads on his wrist with fair fingertips.

"Second brother, look, the bead is no longer bright, it seems to be covered with a layer of black mist."

He held the Buddhist beads on his wrist to Huo Yirong so that he could see clearly.

Huo Yirong frowned and stared at the string of Buddhas.

This crystal clear Buddhist bead has now become dull.

Mr. Huo Erhan had a cold face and looked extremely solemn.

He stretched out his hand and carefully touched the Buddhist beads, his voice trembling slightly: "Why is this happening?"

Mr. Huo San’s beautiful lips curled up in a faint curve, and his tone did not fluctuate any emotionally: “This string of Buddhist beads is my companion, and my life is inseparable from it. When the Buddhist beads are destroyed, it is the day when my life ends.”

His words didn't seem to be a matter of life or death, and his tone was as casual as discussing the weather.

Huo Yirong's eyes turned red, and his eyes were fixed on the string of Buddhist beads on his third brother's wrist.

"Bad! I don't believe it!" He gritted his teeth and said hatred: "Ling Xuzi clearly said that there was still ten years left, so something must have happened. I'll call him over now."

He pinched the phone in his palm and tried very hard. Without Huo Yunzhi's permission, he did not dare to contact Ling Xuzi.

Huo Yunshi's voice was slightly deeper, and his eyes were calm and he was staring at him: "Second brother, you invite Lingxuzi, but you can't hide it from your grandfather and father."

Huo Yirong had a tough temper and had a firm attitude: "I won't alarm them, leave this matter to me!"

He was confident that he would not disturb his grandfather and uncle even if he invited Lingxuzi.

Master Huo San relaxed his body and leaned on the seat, staring at Huo Yirong quietly with a cold eyes.

(End of this chapter)
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