Chapter 997

"It's really interesting..." Li Qing's eyes coagulated slightly and immediately stepped back slightly.

The black man stood up slowly under Li Qing's gaze, staring at him with red eyes without blinking. He tilted his head slightly, grinned and stretched his tongue. He breathed like a wild dog, and his saliva trickled to the ground from the tip of his tongue.

Li Qing twitched slightly in the corners of her eyes, pretending to be careful and asked, "man, are you a little paralyzed..."

The black man's mouth grinned, his body trembled fiercely, and immediately rushed towards Li Qing. Its speed has reached an alarming level. When Li Qing considers himself a normal person, he can't avoid his sudden and rapid impact.

Li Qing just wanted to see if Lin Sheng really died. He didn't expect to get into such trouble in the mourning hall. As an outsider of the Lin family, if he took Lin Yuan's nest before Lin Shiyuan came back, he would feel aggrieved if he couldn't clarify the responsibility and didn't say it at that time.

After all, the foreign friend with a long tongue in front of him is clearly an international dinner specially designed for Lin Shiyuan, an asshole who has not fulfilled his father's responsibility. Why does he have to join the excitement.

Li Qing couldn't help sighing with chagrin. She really complained about his cheap mouth. When he Tangzhi had the intention to make peace just now, she might as well nod and perfunctory, turn around and walk away. She had to choke the old guy with Zhao Liang's affairs and insist on exposing his details. Is it interesting. In this way, didn't Lin Shiyuan pass on all the risks to himself in advance?

But the black man was crazy and rushed towards himself at an amazing speed. Li Qinggen didn't have more time to think about it. At present, Li Qing, who was forced to the extreme, gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, turned and ran away.

After running a few steps, Li Qing rolled on the ground, turned over to the unconscious Lin Yuan, raised his hand, grabbed his collar and threw the latter to the black people who followed him.

"This is relatively tender. You play this first..." Li Qing took a breath, rolled up, raised his head and waved to he Tangzhi, who was standing on the second floor, smiling. "Housekeeper he, I've changed my mind. Let's talk again."

The voice fell. Li Qing stepped up the stairs and went upstairs to he Tangzhi. Looking at his posture, he seemed to be planning to have a deep and friendly talk.

He Tangzhi is watching a play in lejin. As soon as he sees Li Qing coming to catch himself, his cheeks are blue. He Tangzhi has lived a long time and is not a fool. Can Li Qingzhen sit down and talk with him? I'm kidding. If the boy catches him, he will have to tear down the old bone that has lived for decades?

Staggering, he Tangzhi shook his body, suddenly turned around, pouted his ass and ran away along the corridor.

Li Qing chased after him in small steps and waved again and again: "housekeeper, don't run! Let's have a good talk!"

There was a strong wind behind him. Li Qing knew that the black man was catching up again. He turned around and swept his feet, shouting: "don't talk to me! Don't talk to you!"

This foot was right under the black man's ribs, directly kicked him out, broke the railing on the second floor, fell down, scattered the position of the ancestors of the Lin family, and then rolled down among the white candles on the ground. The flame soon caught the black man's clothes. The latter jumped up and screamed, and his hands beat the flame on his clothes desperately.

Li Qing took off his spare strength, kicked again under his feet, and took a step to chase after he Tangzhi: "what housekeeper! Don't run!"

He Tangzhi was so tired that he was panting and the whole person was about to cry. Didn't I find you a good partner? Why do you have to talk to me if you don't play with him.

Five or six meters away from he Tangzhi, Li Qing suddenly stopped, put his hands in his pockets and stared at him with a smile. The two men stood in the narrow corridor and looked at each other. When the dim light came down, they could only hear he Tangzhi's urgent gasp.

Li Qing took a gentle step forward. He Tangzhi trembled with fear. He directly pushed open the door on his side and rushed in: "second master! Help!"

Quickly followed to the door. Li Qing stood at the door and glanced gently at the house. He was stunned.

In the middle of the room, a middle-aged man in his fifties sat on his knees, staring at Li Qing with a cold face. He was in a loose short coat, slightly fat, and wore a string of Buddha beads on his neck. The beads the size of more than 100 COINS glittered brightly in the light.

This man is the second master of the Lin family, Lin Shiqing. Li Qing was first surprised that he would appear here, but it was not difficult to understand when he thought about it carefully.

He Tangzhi stood behind Lin Shiqing, stretched out his hand and stroked his violently undulating chest. His sweat flowed down from his temples like a waterfall: "second master, this boy is looking for death..."

Li Qing didn't speak, neither did Lin Shiqing opposite. He just stared at him coldly, as if waiting for Li Qing's first attitude.

After a little hesitation, considering Lin Mengdie, Li Qing nodded first: "Uncle Shiqing."

"HMM." Lin Shiqing answered, raised his hand and pointed across the table. "I've always wanted to talk to you. It's better to hit the sun than another day. It's today."

Li Qing's face changed. He was confused about what medicine Lin Shiqing sold in his gourd. However, relying on his extraordinary skills, he didn't care what tricks the other party made. He simply thanked him, walked into the room and sat cross legged on the futon opposite Lin Shiqing. There was a set of tea sets on the table, and then a small incense burner. Smoke was curling up all over the room. In addition, there is a long knife, which is placed alone near the corner of the table. Li Qing just glanced at it and couldn't help admiring it. It's a good knife! "Old housekeeper." Lin Shiqing's voice was not urgent or slow. "You can go out and make proper arrangements. Don't let the foreign people make us talk." "yes." he Tangzhi stared at Li Qing reluctantly, then bowed his head and withdrew from the room and gently closed the door. After watching he Tangzhi leave the door, Lin Shiqing looked back and gathered on Li Qing's face: "it's embarrassing for you to know such a scandal." "patricide is against human relations, not just embarrassing." Li Qing's voice was a little cold. Although he didn't like Lin Sheng, he would respect Lin Shiqing more because of Lin Mengdie, But that doesn't mean he will recognize what's happening right now. Turning the small string of Buddha beads between his fingers, Lin Shiqing didn't speak for a long time. After a while, he gently put the string of beads on the lacquer wood table in front of him and whispered, "my father didn't die in my hand. Although I have lived a lifetime and committed many sins, I still dare not do such an unreasonable thing." "Yuan'er didn't listen to my advice a few days ago and insisted on returning to Zhonghai. At that time, my father was close to a madman, and the conflict between the two people was inevitable." Lin Shiqing sighed gently. "Yuan'er promised me that he would let my father enjoy his old age, but I didn't expect... He finally moved to kill his mind. His sin." Li Qing's eyes flickered slightly: "Can I understand that your son imprisoned old Mr. Lin and killed him at last?" Lin Shiqing didn't answer, but his worried expression was obviously equivalent to acquiescence. Li Qing breathed a sigh of relief and finally realized it. If Lin Yuan imprisoned Lin Sheng first and killed Lin Sheng later, all the doubts of the Lin family would be solved. Lin Yuan received the help of some mysterious forces from overseas and he Tangzhi, the big housekeeper of the Lin family, wanted to solve them Lin Sheng, an old fox, doesn't seem difficult. As for why Zhao Liang hanged himself in Lin Sheng's residence, Li Qing doesn't know whether he was afraid of crime, fear, or other reasons. "My father has died, and yuan'er still exists. As a father, it should be obvious what choice I will make." Li Qing was silent. Even though he was deeply ashamed, he couldn't tell whether Lin Shiqing was right or wrong for a moment. If Lin Yuan was his own flesh and blood, as Lin Shiqing said, and now he made a big mistake, what could he do as a father? Protect Lin Yuan or let him pay for Lin Sheng? He sighed gently, and Li Qing nodded: "I only guarantee Qiuqiu's safety. It has nothing to do with me." "thank you." Lin Shiqing nodded. "I'm not as unbearable as you think. When brother comes back, I'll try my best to ask him for forgiveness." Li Qing asked, "what if he doesn't forgive? How do you want uncle Shiyuan to forgive him when he kills his father?" Lin Shiqing stopped talking again. He squeezed his hands together and lowered his head. "Take care of yourself. I'm going back." Li Qing got up, opened the door and walked away. The candles in the mourning hall were burning quietly. Li Qing passed by the nanmu coffin. It was quiet everywhere. There was no second person. He went out all the way, stood on the beach and flashed a meaningful look at the bottom of his eyes in the face of the sea breeze. He turned his head and glanced at the small auditorium behind him. Li Qing's mouth was cold Smile: "it's really like that..." Perhaps 80% of what Lin Shiqing said is the truth, but to say that the whole thing has nothing to do with him, it is completely a helpless move after Lin Yuan caused a great disaster, but Li Qing doesn't believe it at all. Li Qing still remembers Lin Shiqing's brisk pace and smiling appearance when he went to see Lin Mengdie. Up to now, his spirit is still very good, and the fatigue between his eyebrows is covered up This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation