Chapter 296 Let my son bear it!

   "The image of early death!"

  Qin Chuan was suddenly shocked, the so-called appearance of premature death contained a great danger.

  From the perspective of luck, bad luck overwhelms good luck, and it is almost a dead end!

   "Is there a remedy?"

  Qin Chuan asked quickly, in fact, he had an inexplicable sense of anticipation in his heart.

"this……"

  The White Crane King hesitated for a moment, his face became serious, and he said in a low voice: "If you have to say, there are actually, but this method is more than worth the loss, and it is meaningless."

   "I have been reluctant to say this, mainly because I am afraid that my daughter will do stupid things if she finds out."

  Qin Chuan looked at him and motioned for him to continue.

  The White Crane King continued: "The appearance of early death can actually be solved by passing on bad luck. That is to say, let others come and share his bad luck, so that his chances of surviving are higher."

   "But the corresponding price is... the person whose bad luck is passed on will also risk an early death."

  Qinchuan's eyes lit up!

   His heart beat a lot faster, but there was no wave on his face, and he asked, "What is the specific transfer method?"

  Wow!

  The White Crane King was suddenly startled, looked at Qin Chuan in disbelief, and exclaimed, "Could it be that Brother Daoist is going to share his bad luck with himself?!"

   In his heart, he raised a little admiration for Qin Chuan.

  This person is powerful, but he can take risks for the younger generation, which shows that he is also a true hero with responsibility and bearing.

   "Why not?"

  Qinchuan said calmly.

   In fact, he has no psychological pressure, because even if it is passed on, it will be passed on to Qin Xiaozhu. What does it have to do with Zhou Shuren?

   At this time, the White Crane King said with a wry smile: "I'm afraid even if the Daoist brother has this heart, he can't do anything."

"Oh?"

  Qin Chuan frowned at him.

  The White Crane King said in a deep voice: "It's not for anyone to pass on bad luck. Otherwise, for the happiness of my daughter... Even if tens of thousands of people are caught as sacrifices, I don't mind."

   "The real difficulty in passing on bad luck is that the person who helps to share the bad luck, and the person who is being shared, must be about the same age and cultivation base, and they must be willing to do so without any resistance in their hearts."

   "Unless the most sincere friend, or the person who truly loves, even if others are threatened and have to share the bad luck, there will be resistance in their hearts. This is human instinct and cannot be controlled."

   "That's why I didn't dare to tell my daughter, if she knew, she would definitely try to do it."

   Qin Chuan fell silent after listening.

   There seemed to be a tangle on his face, and he seemed to be in pain, but in the end, he seemed to suppress this tangle with great perseverance.

   "Can Qin Zi do it?"

   He looked at the White Crane King seriously.

   "Brother Dao! Could it be that you really want to... let your son take risks? Are you willing?"

   White Crane King said in shock.

   "Jin pheasant is kind to our father and son, which cannot be forgotten. Since he is in great trouble, our father and son cannot stand by and watch."

  Qin Chuan's voice was low, but he was extremely firm. With his slightly grim expression, a high-spirited spirit emerged spontaneously.

   The wind of a gentleman, the gift of gratitude!

  The White Crane King stared at Qin Chuan for a long time, then let out a breath and said with a wry smile:

   "Brother Daoist righteousness! I admit that I haven't reached this level. In fact, Jin Zhi is kind to our father and daughter, but for the safety of his daughter, I can only feel sorry for him."

   "In the final analysis, I still can't really treat him as an equal. In my heart, even though he is kind to us, I still look down at him from above, and feel that his life is not as valuable as my daughter's."

   "But Brother Daoist has reached another realm. For benefactors, no matter how weak the opponent is, he can put his personality on the same level as himself."

   "Next...I'm convinced!"

   At the end, the White Crane King showed respect in his eyes, and lowered his arrogant head to Qin Chuan.

  Qin Chuan had a strange feeling in his heart as he watched this scene.

   This brother, I just want to **** off my son, how did you become so noble in your eyes? !

  Please don’t just make up your mind.

  You make me very passive!

   He admits that there is a faint sense of morality lingering around him, as if he wants to kidnap him at any time...

Why are people kidnapped by morality? After all, I don’t want to destroy my beautiful image in the hearts of others.

  When others have stars in their eyes and look at you with admiration, you are really embarrassed to do bad things with your backhand.

   Of course, except for those with thick skin!

   And it just so happens that Qin Chuan is the kind of thick-skinned person who can go around the earth twice when his face is scraped off.

   He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "You must know the way to pass on bad luck, right? Please let me know."

"Um."

  The White Crane King nodded solemnly.

   It's all about this, so naturally he can't refuse, not to mention... From a selfish point of view, if Qin Zi shares the bad luck, the biggest beneficiary is his daughter!

   As long as Jin Zhi does not die prematurely, his daughter will be able to live a happy life, there is no doubt about it!

  Although he doesn't want to admit it, Jin Zhi's capital is so powerful that it is rare in the world, and even he looks sideways to the west and looks at the long counselor...

  …

   "What, there is such a thing?!"

   When Qin Zi learned the truth about bad luck, he was shocked and almost jumped up.

   "So, what are you going to do?"

  Qin Chuan asked in a deep voice.

   Although in his heart, Qin Xiaozhu has no right to choose at all, and it has long been arranged clearly.

   But he still had to pretend to ask.

   "Father, I..."

   Qin Zi saw his father's grim expression and thought that his father was worried about his self-harm, so he felt a little guilty.

   But thinking of the kindness of Senior Brother Jin to him, he took a deep breath and summoned the courage to say:

   "Father, my body is skinny, and I have been influenced by my parents. I shouldn't have been so willful, but Senior Brother Jin has a lot of love for me and takes care of me like a real brother. I can't sit back and watch when he is in trouble."

In order to make his words more convincing, Qin Xiaozhu quoted the scriptures and said: "Besides, you have always taught me to be a man to repay the kindness, the kindness of dripping water should be repaid by the spring, and I am a man, there is no way to repay it. …”

"Um."

   Before he could finish speaking, Qin Chuan nodded.

   As for the inner connection or conflict between Yongquan and the man, he doesn't care much. It's all useless details.

   "Dad, you agreed?!"

   Qin Zi was about to continue talking, but when he saw that his father agreed, he was overjoyed and almost jumped up.

   "Well, when we Qin family do things, we must have clear grievances and grievances. If people are kind to us, even if they work hard, they must repay!"

  Qin Chuan said seriously.

  He looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, and his handsome and dashing profile revealed a radiance of humanity.

soon.

  Qin Chuan gave Qin Zi the method of transferring bad luck. After Qin Zi studied it, he went to find Jin Zhi.

   Jin Pheasant has never read a book.

  No culture~lightnovelpub.net~ Under Qin Zi's flickering, the two quickly completed the transfer of bad luck, and suddenly the world was surging.

   "Boom!"

  A large number of black clouds gathered and turned into a huge pitch-black vortex in the sky above the White Crane Temple.

Thunder and lightning!

   Under the light of the thunder, you could vaguely see that a black gas invisible to the naked eye flew out of Jin Pheasant's body.

   The black energy condensed and turned into a huge pitch-black skull in the air. The skull was divided into two, and they got into the bodies of Jin Pheasant and Qin Zi respectively.

   "Death, death, whoever steals my origin will die..."

   Indistinctly, a vicious and old curse sounded, as if it came from the nine secluded hells, ethereal and illusory.

   If I don't go to hell, who goes to hell? Let my son take it all!

   Hahaha, Risby.

  

  

   (end of this chapter)