deadly mantra

Chapter 134 I don’t believe you will die without saving anything
the next day.

The weather was gloomy and the ground was wet. Last night, it rained lightly again.

Luoxiaju.

In the courtyard of Liushuang Pavilion.

Ji Fanyin sat in the Tinghan Pavilion, looking at the graceful and graceful figure walking out of the house with appreciative eyes.

Concubine Luo Zi's beautiful face was lightly powdered, and her red lips were slightly raised because of the joy in her heart.

In her hand she held a plate of gold cakes made by herself.

She learned this from her aunt when she was in the palace.

Golden cake, ruddy in color, with a hint of golden color, smooth and delicate in the mouth, sweet and sour.

This morning, when she heard Ji Fanyin say that she had no appetite, she thought of this appetizing pastry.

Just now in the kitchen, she took a sneak taste. Fortunately, her skills were not unfamiliar yet.

Concubine Luo Zi walked into the pavilion with a deep smile in her eyes. She couldn't hide her love for Ji Fanyin and asked softly:
"I don't know what you like to eat. This is my best golden cake. Do you want to try it?"

Ji Fanyin was lying lazily on the stone table. When he saw the beauty and the food, he immediately sat upright:
"What is this? Sister Luo made it with her own hands? Is it so powerful?"

Concubine Luo Zi's cheeks turned red with embarrassment:

"If you like it, I'll make it for you every day."

Ji Fanyin pinched a piece, tilted her head and looked at Luo Zifei, her smiling eyes were full of aura:

"No, please don't~ A beautiful woman like Sister Luo should be pampered and cared for in a city surrounded by gold bars. I can't bear to let you in and out of the kitchen."

Ji Fanyin took a bite, paused for a moment, and changed her words:
"However, Sister Luo is a capable person who yearns for freedom. She will definitely not be used to a canary-like life. As a human being, I think you should live your own life and live a valuable life, so that your life in this world will not be considered in vain. .Right?"

Concubine Luo Zi glanced at her coquettishly and couldn't help but laugh:
"You little clever guy, your mouth is made of honey. If you think it's delicious, I'll give it to you next time."

Ji Fanyin smiled brightly:
"Sister Luo is simply the roundworm in my belly, the treasure in the palm of my hand, she is me... uh uh uh..."

Concubine Luo Zi covered her mouth and said in a dumbfounded voice:

"That's enough, that's enough. Stop talking. The more you talk, the more exaggerated it becomes. Isn't one piece of gold cake enough to stuff your mouth? Hey, I'll give you another piece."

Ji Fanyin caught it with a smile, ate it up in three mouthfuls, pinched another piece, and glanced at Concubine Luo Zi from the corner of her eye. Concubine Luo didn't need to say anything, just seeing her relaxing with a little bit of joy, Ji Fanyin That’s it.

"Did Feng Xiaoyao find out about the Good Sword Alliance?" she asked casually.

Concubine Luo Zi sat down next to Ji Fanyin and said with confidence:
"Jiuqu Mountain is not far from Qixia City. If something happened last night, news will be sent back immediately. Mr. Feng went to Shandao League early this morning and inquired in secret. Uncle Song and the others did not send back any news, which proves that , they have arrived at Jiuqu Mountain safely and are looking for Jiuqu Tianyin."

"Really?" Ji Fanyin smiled, pinched another piece, and ate it with relish.

"Yes." Luo Zifei breathed a sigh of relief, with gentleness in her eyes, and said softly: "I hope Uncle Song can successfully find Jiuqu Tianyin and bring him back as soon as possible. I hope Miss Bao can suffer less torture. , recover as soon as possible.”

Ji Fanyin ate five or six gold cakes in a row to satisfy her craving. She took the handkerchief handed over by Luo Zifei and wiped every finger carefully.

After doing this, she picked up the tea cup, took a sip of tea, moistened her throat, and said slowly:

"Sister Luo, have you ever thought that there might be another reason why there is no news coming back?"

Concubine Luo Zi asked curiously:
"what reason?"

Ji Fanyin's big talking eyes were piercing and full of wisdom, and she said:

"Dead people cannot convey any news." Luo Zifei did not expect that she would answer like this, and her heart suddenly sank:
"What do you mean?"

At this time, a loud thunder suddenly exploded in the dark sky.

The smile on Concubine Luo's face gradually disappeared.

She got up, walked to the steps outside the pavilion, stood there for a moment, looked up at the dark cloudy sky, and murmured in a low voice:

"Why is it raining again?"

Ji Fanyin was like a beautiful snake, her whole body was weak and she lay on the table again, sighing:
"Yeah, it goes on endlessly, it ruins the atmosphere."

Just after the second thunder, Shui Qingchen walked out of the house with a thick cloak in his hand.

That night.

Feng Xiaoyao frowned and returned to Liushuang Pavilion with a heavy heart.

"There are 27 disciples of the Shandao Alliance, including Song Deyi, and none of them survived..."

He punched the pillar and said harshly:

"I'll let you know when I come back. The people from the Good Sword Alliance are waiting for me outside. Tonight, I will go to Jiuqu Mountain with them."

When Feng Xiaoyao came back, Concubine Luo had just collected her things and returned to the house.

Ji Fanyin sat on the rocking chair in the corridor, full of wine and food, admiring the night rain and sipping fragrant tea.

After listening to Feng Xiaoyao's words and taking another look at his expression, Ji Fanyin stretched out her green-white jade finger and pointed toward the room.

There is a baggage on the table.

There were silver coins, a change of clothes, a stack of large-denomination paper money burned to the dead, and gold cakes made by Luo Zifei.

She ate a few pieces during the day and left two pieces for Feng Xiaoyao.

She said slowly:

"You and I are master and servant. If you want to go out to seek death, I can't stop you. Hey, my things have been packed for you. Your elder brother Qingchen is worried that you will get sick in the rain. He just went out to pick you up. Do you want to When he comes back, say goodbye? Or should we just leave?"

Feng Xiaoyao raised her head, her complex eyes firmly locked on Ji Fanyin's face:
"Brother Qingchen is really good at predicting things. He even guessed that I would go to Jiuqu Mountain and prepared something for me."

Ji Fanyin looked at Feng Xiaoyao quietly for a long time through the darkness of the night.

After a while, she looked away and looked at Hazy Night Rain. She pulled the cloak around her body with her little hands and said softly:
"He expected that something would happen to the Good Sword Alliance, but he didn't expect that you would slap yourself in the face and seek death."

Feng Xiaoyao's handsome face was tense, turned to the side, and whispered:
"Are you going to stop me?"

Ji Fanyin smiled and shook his head, teasing:

"Why should I stop you? I want you to leave quickly, so that Chenchen only has to worry about me."

Feng Xiaoyao's mouth twitched and he glanced at her sideways:
"I don't believe you will die."

Hearing the sound, Ji Fanyin raised the right corner of his lips, revealing a sarcastic smile, and said with a leisurely smile:
"So, you volunteered to be the leader and led the people of the Good Sword Alliance to Jiuqu Mountain to die. Your elder brother Qingchen knew that you went to Jiuqu Mountain, and he would definitely worry about your safety and go to Jiuqu Mountain to look for you.

As for me, because I am worried about Xinchenchen's safety and worry about him going to Jiuqu Mountain alone for adventure, I will choose to go with him.

With me and Chenchen escorting you, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, there is always a glimmer of hope, right? "

(End of this chapter)