deadly mantra

Chapter 109: You won’t kill someone, right?
Everything in the room has been moved away, leaving only an old beauty couch in front of the window.

When the wind blows, the dust on the bed is swaying, and you can vaguely see the exquisitely carved wishful thinking on the beauty's couch, which shows the extraordinary identity of the owner here.

Ji Fanyin walked closer slowly, not caring that it was dirty. He moved his small hands along the body, carefully and meticulously, as if searching for traces left on it.

Concubine Luo Zi stood at the head of the beauty's bed, studied it for a while, and said with emotion:

"The owner here must be someone who knows how to enjoy life."

Ji Fanyin raised his eyes and looked at her:

"how do you know?"

Concubine Luo smiled and pointed at the window and said:

"Imagine how comfortable it would be to hold a book in your spare time, lie on this Ruyitan, enjoy the sunshine quietly by yourself, and look out the window at the rolling clouds and a sea of ​​pearls."

Feng Xiaoyao heard this and said seriously:
"Then I will also build you a yard, plant a patch of pearl plums, and make you a beautiful couch, where you can bask in the sun and watch the clouds rolling in and out."

A teasing smile broke out in Ji Fanyin's eyes.

This guy is a little bit stupid, but his provocative words of love are quite good.

Luo Zifei's eyes were shocked, she shyly turned away her eyes, lowered her head, and said:

"I have lived like that for 16 years, and I also want to live a free and easy life like Xiaoyin. After experiencing something, I can return to the yard, guard the sky and the land, and live quietly."

Feng Xiaoyao suppressed the excitement in her heart and said quickly:
"That's just right. We can go the same way and explore the world together."

Concubine Luo's ears turned red, she raised her head, looked at Feng Xiaoyao, and smiled gratefully:

"Thank you Master Feng for your kindness, but before that, I need to find someone."

"Who? What's his name? Maybe, I can help you find him."

Ji Fanyin walked to the window and looked at the deserted courtyard full of dry weeds while listening to Luo Zifei's disappointed words.

"I don't know his name either."

"Then find a ghost." After saying that, he felt that what he said was not very polite. Feng Xiaoyao quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean anything to you, but you don't even know what his name is. , how do you find someone? You always know what he looks like, right? "

Concubine Luo Zi thought silently for a while and said in a determined tone:

"Just let me see him and I'll recognize him."

When Ji Fanyin heard this, the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise.

These words sound a bit familiar.

She turned around with a smile, but did not see Shui Qingchen or Bao Simu.

Ji Fanyin raised her eyebrows, glanced at Luo Zifei and Feng Xiaoyao, and quietly exited the room without disturbing them.

Shui Qingchen came out of another room and saw Ji Fanyin standing in the corridor, looking around as if looking for someone.

His eyes softened and he walked over with a smile:
"Xiaoyin, I'm here."

"Uh... I, I wasn't looking for you. I was in Baozi. Isn't she with you?"

Shui Qingchen took her hand very naturally and walked forward:

"Come on, I found a very interesting place."

Behind them, Bao Simu stood at the corner of the corridor, staring at their holding hands and their retreating backs with a livid face, his eyes secretly burning with jealousy.

Holding the Qi Yue Dao in his hand, it trembled faintly.

In the most secret small room.

The sun shines through the windows and onto the ground.

A silence.

The bookshelf next to the wall is filled with books, there are a few snake-repellent scented baits on the coffee table, and there are some ash left in the incense burner.

Compared with the inhabited wing, the furnishings here seem too shabby.But compared with next door and downstairs, this place is decent.

As soon as Ji Fanyin entered the room, she was stunned for a moment.

Shui Qingchen turned around and closed the door, pulled Ji Fanyin and walked behind the curtain.

The dark desk looks very old at first glance.

On the desk, the four treasures of the study were placed quite neatly, but there was some dust accumulated, as if they had not been used for a long time.

Shui Qingchen looked at Ji Fanyin with deep eyes and said in a gentle voice:

"There is dust on the books and on the table, but not as much as outside. Someone should come and clean it every now and then."

Ji Fanyin suppressed the emotion in her heart and asked in a joking tone with a smile:

"I don't know who it is. Why are they wasting time and energy to clean such a boring and abandoned place?"

Shui Qingchen looked at her without speaking.

From the moment she entered the yard, the little one looked like she was trying her best to endure. She seemed to recognize this place, and everything here was very strange.

The only thing that was certain was that this courtyard would become a medium between them. He believed that it would not take long for him to learn more about her through this courtyard.

"A boring person?" Shui Qingchen said slowly: "The boring person who comes here to clean all the time is still a caring person."

As he said this, he looked towards the bookshelf.

In the white porcelain vase, there is a blooming pearl plum.

The dried petals fell scatteredly on the bookshelf and the ground.

Ji Fanyin looked at the dried flowers and suddenly thought of a kind smiling face.

Is it...

is her?

Mrs. Ji?
It was she who quietly preserved this small area.

But why?
Is it out of guilt or an uneasy conscience?

Ji Fanyin couldn't understand and didn't want to think about it.

She raised her head and glanced at the high hanging beam for a long, long time. When Shui Qingchen was worried that her neck would freeze, she looked away.

Outside the window and coffin, a sneaky shadow appeared, with a pair of sinister eyebrows and rat eyes, quietly looking inside.

Shui Qingchen moved his palm, gathering his true energy, and was about to take action. Ji Fanyin grabbed his wrist, shook his head at him, lowered his voice, and whispered:
"No, if you raise your hand, the whole building will collapse by one level. I'll do it."

Ji Fanyin showed a sly smile, cleared her throat, and coughed exaggeratedly:

"cough!!"

The figure lying outside the window trembled with fear and flew away immediately.

At this time, Ji Fanyin picked up the inkstone on the table and weighed it in his hand, feeling that the weight was just right.

She walked to the window calmly and pushed open the window with her little hand. She squinted and took aim:

"Little thief, where are you going to escape?"

Mo Yan drew a beautiful arc in the air, hitting the man on the back of the head without any bias.

Just hearing a heroic scream, the person who was trying to escape fell from the tree.

"Who is who? Phew...cough cough cough!" Feng Xiaoyao opened the window and hurriedly looked outside, choking on the dust on the window.

When several people rushed to the tree, the person who was hit lay motionless on the ground.

"You wouldn't kill someone, would you?" Feng Xiaoyao muttered, glanced at Ji Fanyin, walked over, grabbed the man's hair, and turned him over.

(End of this chapter)