deadly mantra

Chapter 108 Do you want my next life?

Feng Xiaoyao took a long breath with lingering fear and walked towards Bao Simu:
"Baozi, are you okay? Are you injured? Can you stand up?"

As he spoke, he held out his hand to her.

Bao Simu's back stiffened, he glanced at his hand, clenched his gums, and turned his face away. After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:
"I did not do it on purpose."

Feng Xiaoyao smiled chicly, not caring about what happened just now:

"Of course I know you didn't mean it. Come on, get up. The ground is so dirty."

Bao Simu was a little unable to face Feng Xiaoyao, lowered his head and said nothing.

Feng Xiaoyao looked at Ji Fanyin for help.

Ji Fanyin blinked, looked at the beams and walls, then walked to Shui Qingchen, pulled his sleeve, and touched it pretendingly:
"Shui Qingchen, where did you buy these clothes? The fabric feels good."

Shui Qingchen couldn't help but smile, lowered his head, and answered cooperatively:

"Yeah, I think it's good too, especially this color."

Feng Xiaoyao's lips twitched and she rolled her eyes at the two people speechlessly. She could only look at Luo Zifei and silently asked for help.

Concubine Luo Zifei received his look, walked over, helped Bao Simu up from the ground, and comforted her softly:
"Miss Bao, don't think too much, Mr. Feng won't blame you. Besides, you are kind-hearted and want to help Mr. Feng, right? Mr. Feng."

Feng Xiaoyao nodded quickly and smiled naively:
"Yes, yes, Baozi, don't take it to heart. Maybe I remembered the moves wrong. I don't blame you. I don't blame you. I think this may be God warning me. I can take advantage of it once today, but I can't." After taking shortcuts my whole life, I still have to rely on myself and do it bit by bit.”

Ji Fanyin didn't want to speak at first, but after hearing Feng Xiaoyao's emotion, she looked at him like an idiot and said with hatred:

"Idiot, there is a shortcut, so you have to make use of the existing resources."

"But, I just... I just now."

Ji Fanyin replied:

"The shortcut is that after you have accumulated a certain amount of experience, when you take the first step, your vision has already reached the eighth step. During the six steps in between, you can use clever means to cross over quickly."

Her clear eyes fell on Feng Xiaoyao's confused face, and she could hardly hold back her thoughts and explained:

"But your foundation is unstable and you lack practical experience. Your feet are still in place, and your eyes can only see the first step. Your heart wants to fly ten steps away. If you don't fall from the sky, Who falls."

She sighed earnestly:

"Feng Benben, my head resting on you is for you to use, not for decoration. You must learn to think for yourself."

Feng Xiaoyao frowned and really settled down to think. However, Ji Fanyin's words seemed simple and clear, but they were enough for him to study for a while.

"Brother Qingchen, is what she said true? Is it because of my shortcomings that I can't use Baozi's sword skills?" Feng Xiaoyao thought about it and wanted to be sure again.

Shui Qingchen's deep gaze passed over Ji Fanyin's face without leaving a trace. He looked at Feng Xiaoyao, smiled and nodded:
"What she said is true."

Even Shui Qingchen said this, so it should be his own problem.

Feng Xiaoyao thought so and began to look for a solution within himself.

For example, what should he do to improve his actual combat experience.

Another example is, what should he do to defeat the young swordsman's sword skills.

As I was thinking about it, I accidentally caught a glimpse of Ji Fanyin.

His eyes suddenly lit up, he walked over quickly and bowed deeply, scaring Ji Fanyin so much that he took a step back.

"What are you doing!?"

Shui Qingchen smiled.

Brother Feng, I finally figured it out.

Feng Xiaoyao raised her head, stared at Ji Fanyin firmly, and suddenly grinned with a dog-legged smile:
"Hey, do you want my next life? I'll sell it to you as well."

"You, you, you! You have a beautiful idea!!" Ji Fanyin's little hands were shaking, pointing at Feng Xiaoyao and cursing: "You are not worth a few dollars in this life, and you still want me to do a loss-making business in the next life. , what you think is beautiful!"

Bao Simu blushed and was left alone.

She looked at them noisily, and the anxious feeling in her heart came again.

Shui Qingchen's affirmation of Ji Fanyin instantly brought her victorious attitude back to its original state. She was so embarrassed that she wished she could find a hole in the ground and get up.

But even if they got up, they wouldn't find that she was missing.

Thinking of this, Bao Simu bit his lip, his eyes red with grievance.She bent down, slowly picked up the Qiyue Knife, and looked at Ji Fanyin with confused and jealous eyes.

In the past, everyone revolved around her and took care of her mood, but when Ji Fanyin came, it was like the sun in the sky, taking away all her light.

in case……

If Ji Fanyin had not appeared, if there was no Ji Fanyin in this world, at this moment, the person surrounded by Luo Zifei, Feng Xiaoyao, and Shui Qingchen would be her.

Bao Simu couldn't help but think this. He firmly grasped the Qiyue Knife in his right hand and stared at Ji Fanyin with hostility in his eyes.

The Qi Yue Knife was sensed, and the blade slowly glowed with a golden light. The tip of the knife was facing Ji Fanyin at some unknown time.

On the side, Shui Qingchen's tall body, like a mountain and a tree, stood behind Ji Fanyin, watching her and Feng Xiaoyao noisy.

Suddenly, there was a sting in his dark eyes.

Then, darkness fell.

He couldn't clearly see her colorful expression.

Shui Qingchen was neither panic nor anxious, and waited calmly, with just a hint of trouble between his brows.

He turned his face slightly and used his ears to catch the movements of the people around him, not wanting to miss any details about her.

He listened intently, and his eyes naturally fell diagonally in front of him. In his blurred vision, he could vaguely see a shadow.

Based on the direction, that person was Bao Simu.

So, he gave a very faint smile.

This smile had not yet fully reached his eyes, and the pain of the needles was fleeting.

Eyelashes blinked, and vision returned.

He clearly saw the panic on Bao Simu's face.

She awkwardly carried the Qi Yue Dao behind her back, eager to hide something.

Shui Qingchen nodded politely, smiled, and looked away.

Bao Simu's heart was beating fast and her fingertips were trembling with fear. Fortunately, Shui Qingchen didn't notice her terrible thoughts.

No one else noticed the change in her either.

Bao Simu secretly rejoiced, shouted loudly, walked over with the Moon-Starting Sword in hand, interrupted their conversation, and said with a forced smile:
"By the way, there's another floor upstairs. Do you want to take a look? However, it's probably not much to see. It's probably just like here, empty."

"Look, of course." Ji Fanyin replied while kicking Feng Xiaoyao's calf.

Feng Xiaoyao laughed and ran away:

"Then go and see."

Since the two of them said so, the other three naturally would not leave first.

The five people walked up the stairs step by step.

When they got upstairs, they discovered that the third floor was more like a residence, divided into two or three rooms.

"I come!"

Feng Xiaoyao volunteered and stepped forward, using the hilt of her sword to push open the ajar door.

The thick accumulation of dust covered it instantly.

Several people quickly covered their mouths and noses with their sleeves.

Ji Fanyin turned sideways and raised his hand. Before he could cover his nose, a shadow fell over his face.

She was stunned, raised her head, and saw Shui Qingchen standing sideways in front of her, his arms raised high, and his wide sleeves blocking her face.

"Why are you dazed? Let's go, they've already gone in." Shui Qingchen took a step to the side and urged in a low voice.

"Oh oh oh."

Ji Fanyin quickly raised her feet and walked in.

Shui Qingchen walked slowly behind her, looking down at her little girl from a high position, slowly clenching her hands behind her back, thinking: Her face is so small, not as big as his palm.

(End of this chapter)