deadly mantra

Chapter 117 I Want You

Two hours later.

The sun is like fire.

Golden light.

Suddenly, a violent knock on the door was heard in the silent Liushuang Pavilion.

"Bam—"

Ji Fanyin wore a light blue gauze skirt and walked out of the first floor angrily.

After a while, Shui Qingchen, dressed in a light blue robe and looking elegant, strode out, following behind.

"Didn't you say that in a fair duel, if you lose, you lose, so that I can't look down on you and must take it seriously." The smile on the corner of his lips was a little unsuppressible, Shui Qingchen walked to her side and whispered.

Ji Fanyin sat on a round stool in Tinghan Pavilion and glared at him angrily:

"That old man Jian Langya, who are you?"

Shui Qingchen's black eyes flashed with an unfathomable dark light, and he said leisurely:
"Xiaoyin is so smart and clever, she will definitely find the answer with her own ability, right?"

Ji Fanyin nodded and continued to glare at him unwillingly:

"I was afraid of hurting you just now, so I only used [-]% of my strength."

Shui Qingchen sat down next to her, held her little hand, and whispered softly:
"It's a coincidence that we have the same understanding, and I only used [-]% of my strength."

The corners of Ji Fanyin's mouth twitched violently.

Shui Qingchen smiled and asked:
"If one day Leng Hongru and I bump into each other, do you still think I'm inferior to him?"

Ji Fanyin learned to be smart this time, and when she opened her mouth to answer, Shui Qingchen said slowly:
"Tell the truth."

Cherry's little mouth pursed, Ji Fanyin's smart black eyes turned around a few times, and answered rigorously:
"Who wins the game is still unknown."

Shui Qingchen touched her head and said softly:
"Whoever steals the deer from him, I want it from you."

Ji Fanyin's cheeks slowly heated up.

While the two were talking, Li Mubai walked into the gate of Liushuang Pavilion under the dexterous guidance.

When they met, they saw Shui Qingchen's movements and Ji Fanyin's blushing expression.

He was stunned for a moment, his heart suddenly thumped, and a suspicion came to his mind.

Shui Qingchen was calm and calm, his eyes were like the deep sea, his eyes were mixed with a distant and cold smile, and he nodded politely towards Li Mubai.

The big hand that was rubbing Ji Fanyin's head fell down, but he naturally held her small hand on the table and whispered:

"A visitor is here, and he should be looking for you."

guest?

Ji Fanyin blinked in confusion.

She only made an appointment with Lu Wenxing and met outside the city last night.

Lu Wenxing would naturally leave there if he couldn't wait for her.

Won't come here looking for her.

Muttering in his heart, Ji Fanyin raised his eyes and looked forward.

Beside Tinghan Pond, Li Mubai hid his uneasiness very well, and showed a shameful smile towards the two people walking out of Tinghan Pavilion:

"I originally thought that after settling the matter with Yongchang Escort Bureau, I would come to pick you up..."

He glanced at Shui Qingchen and changed his words:
"Everyone, let's go play in the palace. Who would have thought that Bao Jingtong died tragically near Ji Mansion. My father ordered me to arrest the murderer within a month. I promised you, and I delayed it again and again, until Today, it has not been achieved.”

Ji Fanyin looked at Li Mubai across Tinghanchi and said with a smile:

"You are the prince, and what you shoulder are the expectations of your family and the hopes of the people of Chixia Kingdom. The affairs are naturally complicated and overwhelming. You have done a good job."

Li Mubai silently clenched the folding fan in his hand, and a bright light burst out from his eyes:

"You really think so?"

Ji Fanyin nodded:

"of course."

Li Mubai's feet took a step forward involuntarily. The irritability and fatigue of the past few days disappeared like dark clouds in her bright smile:
"You know? Whenever I'm so tired that I can't hold on any longer, I tell myself that Yama Buddha, the cultivator of the Holy Buddha Kingdom, is only eighteen years old, two years younger than me. He has a lot of things to do every day, but he can handle government affairs. How can I say defeat if everything is in order?" Ji Fanyin joked with a smile but not a smile:

"You are who you are. There is no need to compare with anyone. Moreover, the world says that Yan Xiu is far-sighted, resolute, courageous, knowledgeable, and resourceful. But judging from the current turbulent situation in the Holy Buddha Kingdom, it is obvious that he is a citizen of the Holy Buddha Country. , making him an excessive myth."

Shui Qingchen's eyebrows twitched slightly and unnoticeably, and an intriguing dark light flashed deep in his eyes. He stared at Ji Fanyin's face without saying a word.

Ji Fanyin was keenly aware of his scrutinizing gaze at the first moment, couldn't help but raise her eyes, looked at him, and asked:
"What? What did I say wrong?"

Shui Qingchen shook his head and said affectionately:
"I'm sorry, what did you just say? I wasn't listening. It's all your fault, Xiaoyin, that your voice is as sweet as the sound of nature, and it made me drift away without paying attention. Say it again, and this time I promise to listen to it."

His voice was low and only she could hear him clearly.

The provocation in Ji Fanyin's eyes froze, her cheeks instantly turned crimson, and her heartbeat accelerated.

Shui Qingchen looked at her as if no one else was around and smiled slightly.

An ambiguous atmosphere that no outsider could intervene in enveloped the two of them, which made the joy in Li Mubai's eyes slowly condense into ice slag.

He squeezed the handle of the fan so hard that his fingertips turned white.

He had only been away for a few days when Shui Qingchen took advantage of the opportunity and came in.

Even though he was angry, Li Mubai still endured it.

After all, he is no longer a stupid boy who just fell in love. When he doesn't get what he wants, he will only use fists and brute force to rob people.

Moreover, he is no match for the King of Hell of the Holy Buddha Kingdom. It is possible that he is no match for Shui Qingchen.

As long as Ji Fanyin is still in Qixia City, he will have plenty of time to catch her again.

Li Mubai thought confidently, put aside emotional matters for the time being, deliberately raised his voice, interrupted them, and said:
"Miss Ji, no matter what, I am very happy to hear you say these words."

As he spoke, he frowned worriedly:
"I came today for another reason."

Ji Fanyin looked towards him, the blush on his face faded slightly, and asked:
"Another thing?"

Li Mubai nodded with a heavy heart:
"Well, it's about Baozi."

Feng Xiaoyao happened to come back from outside. He only heard the last sentence and asked anxiously:

"Baozi? What's wrong with her? Is Miss Luo okay?"

A quarter of an hour later.

The door of Shandao Alliance.

A carriage slowly stopped.

Li Mubai took the lead to get out of the carriage.

After standing firm, he turned around and raised his hand.

Shui Qingchen stood on the other side of the carriage. Almost at the same moment, he raised his hand and smiled slightly.

Feng Xiaoyao got out of the carriage, looked around, shuddered, walked a few steps forward along the horse's back, jumped down quickly, turned around, and watched the show.

As soon as Ji Fanyin emerged from the carriage, she saw Li Mubai's hand stretched out in the air.

She raised her eyebrows and subconsciously wanted to refuse.

She is not a weak young lady raised in a boudoir who needs help when getting out of the car.

The corners of her mouth twitched, and she was about to speak arrogantly, but suddenly she saw the other side of the carriage.

Shui Qingchen's brows were filled with tenderness and he stretched out his hand towards her.

Her eyes suddenly lit up and she handed over her little hand without hesitation.

The expression on Li Mubai's face froze for a moment, and the hands hanging in the air were clenched silently and carried behind his back.

Feng Xiaoyao pouted, shook his head, and followed them into the Good Sword Alliance.

As soon as the four people entered, they felt an unusual silence, which hung heavily over the Good Sword Alliance.

Feng Xiaoyao’s premonition:

What a big deal!

(End of this chapter)