Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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"Little boy--"

A magnetic low-pitched male voice sounded, Yang Zimei looked back, his breath was slightly stagnate, his heart beating suddenly.

The man in front of him is long and straight, wearing a fitted cyan suit, with short hair, a handsome and moist face, deep eyes, a tall nose, and an unsmiling and lip-shaped man. This is a replica of Min Gang she knew in the last life .

"dad--"

With tears in his eyes, Min Gang rushed forward, throwing himself into the man's arms, crying around his waist, "Mom is crazy, what should I do? I want my mother, whee."

It turned out that it was Min Gang's father, Min Qinghua, in his youth.

Min Qinghua picked up Min Gang, took out a blue and white checkered handkerchief from his trouser pocket, wiped the tears and snot on his face with the tenderness of his loving father, and comforted: "Little boy, don't cry, my mother will soon Will be fine."

He hugged Min Gang, and looked at the sleeping wife across the glass, but his original handsome face twisted in pain, his heart hurt.

He couldn't understand why his wife Huang Qiuxian, who had always been as lanky as ever, suddenly went mad last night, like a wicked man, spreading her hair, yelling, and even violently beating someone.

"Woo, I want Mom, Dad, I want Mom to get better soon, Woo." Min Gang continued to cry.

"I have a way to make her better."

Yang Zimei on the side opened his voice.

Min Qinghua noticed that there were still people nearby. One was a young man in black clothes and black pants, with a very handsome face, but with a cold temperament like a sword that just came out of the sheath, and a little girl the same age as his son.

And the little girl was talking.

Glancing by his deep eyes, Yang Zimei looked like Min Gang of the last life, his mind was a little confused, and he was inexplicably tense. His tongue was knotted involuntarily, and he stuttered a little: "She ... she ... ...... It's ... yin ... shake ... of ... evil ... gas, so ... so ... "

Min Qinghua's brow frowned slightly.

He has always been a materialist, and he does not believe that there will be ghosts and gods in this world.

What's more, such words were actually spoken from a five-year-old girl.

When Yang Zimei saw that he didn't care what he said, he didn't know what to say.

He was too much like Min Gang, whom he had a crush on in the last life. In front of him, she was really nervous and confused, and her usual sharp teeth could not be stretched out.

At this time, Min Qinghua's phone rang, and he answered it, then frowned, "Dad, wouldn't you also believe in Zhongxie Yi, right? What kind of Taoist priest do you look for?" It's a joke, save it. "

There is still talking over the phone.

Min Qinghua was also not rebellious, so he had to casually say "you guys" and hung up.

Huang Jingxian's hypnotics in the ward had passed. She opened her eyes narrowly, her pale face was extremely distorted, her legs and hands were bound, but she was constantly twisting her body and shouting, looking extremely terrifying.

Min Gang was so scared that he cried again.

Seeing his wife like this, Min Qinghua hit his head with pain in the wall.

Huang Jingxian struggled for a while, and the strength of her whole body was exhausted, gradually lying weakly, a pair of big dark eyes, eyes wide open, without any focus, like a soulless puppet.

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