Resurrection Of Spiritual Energy Oh My God, My Horcrux Is A Kitchen Knife

At that moment, the charming look on Pan Lian's face disappeared. She blinked her innocent eyes and said, "Xiao Fan, why can't I understand what you are saying?"

"Really? If I lead that god to death, I guess my aunt wouldn't have any objections, right?"

Qin Fan glanced at the kitchen intentionally or unintentionally.

Just this simple action caused Pan Lian's complexion to change drastically.

Suddenly, Pan Lian suddenly picked up a plate of dishes on the table and threw it to the ground. The soup splashed everywhere, and the blood-red sauce of the sweet and sour pork ribs covered the nearby walls and benches. It looked shocking.

Just listen to Pan Lian yelling: "Qin Ye, is this the evil legacy of your Qin family? I cooked a large table of dishes with good intentions, but even if I feed the dog, will he still wag his tail at me?"

Qin Ye and Qin Yan were both a little confused. They didn't know how the warm and harmonious atmosphere just now suddenly became tense.

Qin Ye forced a smile on his face, raised his hand to appease Pan Lian, opened his mouth as if he didn't know what to say, turned to look at Qin Fan and said: "Xiaofan, what are you doing? Apologize to your aunt quickly, she won't I will argue with you."

Qin Fan looked at Pan Lian with a somewhat cold gaze, evil breed? Is this what my aunt should say? He stood up coldly and walked to the kitchen...

"Do you want to kill them?"

Seeing Qin Fan going his own way, Pan Lian suddenly pulled out a kitchen knife from under the dining table, pulled Qin Yan who was sitting next to him with one hand, and put the knife on his neck.

This sudden change directly frightened Qin Yan and others.

After a long while, Qin Yan said tremblingly: "Mom, Mom, I am Xiao Yan, are you mistaken?"

"Yes, wife, this is our son."

Qin Ye also panicked and stood up in a hurry. The chair behind him fell to the ground with a clang.

"Bah, get out of here and squat."

Pan Lian grabbed Qin Yan's hair with one hand and pressed the kitchen knife against Qin Yan's aorta.

This made Qin Yan's calves start to tremble, and he collapsed on the chair. If Pan Lian hadn't held his hair, he would have slipped under the table.

"Can't you bear it anymore?"

Qin Fan stood at the door of the kitchen with cold eyes, secretly thinking about how to save Qin Yan.

In the fighter realm, he had no other means except for a defensive skill. Before he knew Pan Lian's trump card, his sword could only hide in its scabbard.

Even according to Pan Lian's current performance, she looks more like an ignorant and blindly fanatical believer.

But, can I bet?

"You...kneel down."

While Qin Fan was thinking, Pan Lianyin smiled and said to him.

Qin Fan didn't move and looked at her expressionlessly.

The kitchen knife in Pan Lian's hand tightened, and Qin Yan could already feel the cold blade almost cutting through his skin. Every strong beating of the aorta was like a sheep being automatically sent into the tiger's mouth.

"Do you want him dead?"

Pan Lian's knife moved slightly and cut Qin Yan's skin directly, and a trace of blood flowed down the knife edge...

Qin Ye was immediately dumbfounded. The trace of fantasy he had originally disappeared. He knelt on the ground and said tremblingly: "Wife, what's wrong with you? He is our son."

"Kneel down."

Pan Lian ignored him at all and shouted to Qin Fan again.

"Xiaofan..."

Qin Ye looked at Qin Fan desperately, his lips trembling. Although he didn't say those two words, the meaning was clear.

"That's your son."

Qin Fan looked at Pan Lian and spoke word by word.

"Kneel down."

Pan Lian shouted again, and the knife in her hand moved a few centimeters more, causing the blood flow to increase.

"Xiaofan, uncle, please..."

Qin Fan gritted his teeth, slowly bent his knees and bent his waist...

"Haha, it's your honor to be the people of God, haha..."

Pan Lian laughed wildly and became a little crazy.

"That's it."

Qin Fan narrowed his eyes and immediately made a decision in his heart. The opportunity was fleeting. If he couldn't save Qin Yan by surprise, then he would have to be at the mercy of others.

With a flash of thought, the Horcrux kitchen knife appeared in his hand. His bent legs and waist naturally changed, showing an explosive posture. The whole person rushed to Pan Lian like a cheetah...

A silver line crossed Pan Lian's wrist. Pan Lian subconsciously tried to use force, but her hand no longer obeyed, and the kitchen knife fell to the ground with a clang.

Qin Fan took advantage of the situation and kicked Pan Lian, who was a little confused, to the ground. At the same time, he pulled Qin Yan behind him.

Only then did Qin Fan let out a sigh of relief.

"Jiejie, damn it."

Blood spurted out from Pan Lian's wrist, but she didn't take it at all and even let out a weird laugh. The next second, a horrifying scene happened again.

Pan Lian raised her injured arm, brought the wound on her wrist to her mouth, and started sucking it without any scruples, with a look of enjoyment on her face.

Qin Ye sat down on the ground. No matter how ignorant he was, he could see that something was wrong with Pan Lian, and an unbelievable thought came to his mind.

Is my wife alienated?

Chirp

In a daze, Pan Lian, whose face was extremely pale at this time, suddenly raised her hand, and dozens of black slender tentacles emerged from the wound on her wrist, shooting at Qin Fan and the other three people.

A flash of sword light flashed through, and Qin Fan directly cut off several tentacles that were attacking him and Qin Yan, but Qin Ye screamed. Although he tried his best to dodge, the tentacles still passed through his shoulders and came out from behind. Come out, turn around, and continue to stab Qin Ye in the back.

"kill"

Qin Fan roared angrily, threw out the kitchen knife in his hand, and cut off several tentacles that were attacking Qin Ye.

"ah····"

Just as he rescued Qin Ye, he heard a scream from Qin Yan behind him. He turned around and saw that a tentacle in the neck of Qin Yan, who was slumped on the ground, had penetrated into his aorta.

The black tentacles were also dyed red when they came into contact with the bright red blood. Follow the tentacles to Pan Lian.

Seeing that his son would not survive, Qin Ye let out a shrill cry, got up from the ground, grabbed the kitchen knife on the ground and rushed towards Pan Lian.

Seeing this, Qin Fan hurriedly followed. With a thought, the kitchen knife returned to his hand again and slashed directly at Pan Lian.

"snort."

Pan Lian didn't even look at Qin Ye. She threw a tentacle at Qin Ye and knocked Qin Ye to the ground.

Several other tentacles faced Qin Fan. Qin Fan flashed the kitchen knife in his hand and slashed at the tentacles. The tentacles seemed to know how powerful they were, and they quickly turned to one side.

In the air, the surging golden elements gathered into a small knife that suddenly appeared and pierced Pan Lian's aorta.

The elements dissipated, and a slender wound appeared between Pan Lian's neck, and blood burst out...

Qin Fan backed away suddenly, taking a few deep breaths. He held the kitchen knife tightly in his right hand, but his eyes were fixed on Pan Lian.

The blow just now consumed all his few spiritual energy.

"Unfortunately, you are too weak."

Pan Lian sneered, and those broken tentacles quickly returned to her body, turning into strands of black energy, wrapping her entire body.

At this moment, Qin Fan felt a warm current pass by in his right hand, and the spiritual power in his dantian suddenly filled up.

"Yeah?"

Qin Fan smiled coldly, it was true for other warriors, but who was he? The existence of plug-ins.

After finishing speaking, the kitchen knife slashed through an afterimage and killed Pan Lian again.

Pan Lian seemed to be sure that Qin Fan had no spiritual power. She sneered and wrapped Qin Fan in all directions with several tentacles.

brush

Same moves, same position.

The small spiritual sword cut open Pan Lian's neck again, this time not just a little, but almost through.

"Uh, hoo..."

After all, Pan Lian's body had not undergone any alienation. Her head was drooped to the side, and she saw that she could no longer control it.

A ball of black mist suddenly emerged from Pan Lian's body and rushed towards Qin Ye who was staying aside.

The kitchen knife in Qin Fan's hand suddenly trembled. He let go and saw the kitchen knife fiercely facing the black air. The black piglet seemed to have seen something terrifying and let out a squeaking scream... ··I wanted to run away, but it seemed like I had been given an Immobilization Technique, and I just kept trembling.

In the blink of an eye, it was completely devoured by the kitchen knife.

Holding the kitchen knife that flew back automatically, Qin Fan's heart was shocked. At that moment, he felt a sudden clarity in the spiritual platform. The originally uncontrollable energy in the kitchen knife, coupled with the black mist swallowed by the kitchen knife just now, all turned into A small trickle entered his mind.

Mental strength?

Qin Fan felt the changes in his body and somewhat understood what that small ball of energy was.

After that spiritual power entered his mind, Qin Fan suddenly felt that his whole person had changed. His eyes began to become indifferent to everything, his expression began to exude a silent majesty, and his heart became The ancient well has no waves.

And in the most hidden corner of his heart, a weak voice was shouting, I don't want this, this is not me.

Bang

At this moment, the door was violently knocked open and several people rushed in from the outside.

Qin Fan suddenly woke up from that magical state, and his back was wet with cold sweat. What happened just now?

Why have you become so indifferent? Looking at the miserable Qin Ye in that state, a feeling of disgust arose in his heart for no reason.

Qin Fan calmed down. I'm afraid that his current state was closely related to that mental power. It seemed that it would be better to use less until he figured it out.

With some calculations in mind, I raised my head to look at the person...