deadly mantra

Chapter 150 is fatal!Fighting openly and secretly!

Mo Jiudi's eyes were filled with smiles, her face was full of bohemianism, she felt a powerful and amazing force, and she secretly competed with him with an irresistible force:
"You should know more than what the world knows."

Shui Qingchen smiled, how relaxed his face was, but how dangerous it was that the two of them were fighting each other secretly and testing each other:
"I am just an insignificant role among the world. Naturally, I know the same things as the world."

Mo Jiudi frowned, lowered his head, and looked at his hands.

Two powerful air currents collided with each other with their interlocked hands as the center point, and the impact force actually knocked Ji Fanyin standing aside several meters away.

In an instant, evil spirits floated and smoke filled the air.

As their eyes met, sparks flew everywhere, and the secret rivalry between the two of them unknowingly evolved into an open battle of internal strength.

Ji Fanyin quickly took a few steps back and stood in a safe area where the strong air flow could not reach.

Mo Jiudi was startled, and almost used up half of his strength to control his hand from shaking. His eyes suddenly changed, and he burst out with excitement:
"If every little character had your ability, then the world would become extremely interesting. Who are you?"

Shui Qingchen smiled lightly:
"As I said below, I am Shui Qingchen."

Mo Jiudi's phoenix eyes were like daggers, staring at Shui Qingchen's face:
"Shui Qingchen, who is it?"

Shui Qingchen laughed softly:
"A warrior, one person can be worth a hundred people, a wise man, one person can be worth a million, I am a good minister and scholar under the command of Yama, the Holy Kingdom of Buddha - Shui Qingchen."

The pupils of Mo Jiudi's eyes suddenly trembled, and his cold and piercing sight became even sharper, and he asked again:
"Three years ago, I discovered a secret passage in the main hall of the Xiaoxiang Divine Valley. There was a tablet enshrined in it. After much investigation, I found out that the person being enshrined was the most beloved disciple of the previous valley master of the Xiaoxiang Divine Valley. His name was, Shi Wenfu. Do you recognize this person?"

Shui Qingchen's eyes flashed with a smile:

"What a coincidence. When I was at the Oracle Temple, I saw a person who has a slight resemblance to Your Excellency. His name is An Ge. Do you recognize this person?"

Mo Jiudi pursed his lips into a steel-like cold line, and his eyes were a bit evil and a bit arrogant:
"You are not Shi Wenfu's son."

Shui Qingchen smiled leisurely:
"But you are An Ge's half-brother."

The atmosphere instantly became extremely solemn, tense, and oppressive, constantly surrounding the three of them.

Ji Fanyin looked at Shui Qingchen's tall and tall figure and murmured:
"You are not a scholar. No one can resist Brother Ninth and laugh so easily. Who are you...?"

Shui Qingchen's heart clenched instantly, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes. But soon, he calmed down, let go of Mo Jiudi's hand, and said:
"Shi Wenfu is the scholar's father, but I am just me. I will not be defined by a name or an identity."

Mo Jiudi glanced over Shui Qingchen's shoulder and looked at Ji Fanyin's slightly changed expression. He didn't understand before, but now he should see that the relationship between these two people is extraordinary.

Mo Jiudi withdrew his gaze, looking at Shui Qingchen with phoenix eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and said:

“Since I became cognitively sound at the age of three, the first person I killed was the slave who fed me.

She was not my biological mother, but she relied on her loyalty to make me mistakenly believe that I was somewhat related to her.

She was a loyal person and would look at me until she died. Only then did I realize that being ruthless and bloodthirsty can be hereditary.

I slaughtered everyone in the Xiaoxiang Divine Valley, and your master, the Emperor of Hell, rescued An Ge under my eyes and allowed An Ge, a stain, to live in this world with the intention of disgusting me.

Although I am not Yan Xiu's opponent now, if you dare to mention that name in my ears again, even if you are the Emperor of Hell, I will not dare to fight. "

Shui Qingchen's eyes moved slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment, a loud "bang" sound came from the corner of the corridor.

Ji Fanyin and the three of them looked around the corner.

I saw fragments of the porcelain bowl pressed against the hand-rolled noodles, and a few vegetable leaves soaked in the soup.Concubine Luo's face was pale, as if she had seen an evil spirit suddenly coming out of hell. She looked at Mo Jiuji and backed away in fear:

"You...you..." The fear of annihilation swept through Luo Zifei's heart.

Mo Jiudi's eyes suddenly narrowed and she smiled without comment:

"Very good, very good, I can meet you here."

Concubine Luo gasped, her legs trembling, and she could hardly stand still.

Ji Fanyin also took a breath and moved to the side, her eyes repeatedly lingering on Luo Zifei and Mo Jiudi. A subtle feeling lingered between the two people in front of her.

What is their relationship?When did you meet?Is there hatred or kindness?

Shui Qingchen took advantage of this gap and walked to Ji Fanyin's side. He grabbed Ji Fanyin's slender wrist with his warm hands and said seriously:

"No matter who I am, I'm just your man."

Ji Fanyin pulled Shui Qingchen aside, as if she didn't care about Shui Qingchen's identity, she just kept looking at the other two people and shouted excitedly:
"Wow wow wow wow! Unprecedented excitement, unprecedented chaos, interesting, interesting!"

After a stick of incense.

in the room.

Feng Xiaoyao was lying on the bed, still in a coma.

Ji Fanyin, Shui Qingchen, Mo Jiudi, and Luo Zifei sat around the wooden table. Everyone's expressions were different, but the atmosphere was the same tense.

Shui Qingchen's eyes had never moved away from Ji Fanyin's body since he entered the house.

Ji Fanyin's little eyes full of desire for discovery were always on Mo Jiudi and Luo Zifei.

Under Mo Jiuji's gaze, Concubine Luo Zi's face was as pale as snow, and she was restless, with her head lowered. Her white neck was even more delicate under the light of the night pearl.

Mo Jiudi narrowed her eyes and turned to look at Ji Fanyin:
"Little wolf cub, whose room is this?"

Ji Fanyin knew everything and answered:
"Feng is stupid, hey, he's just lying on the bed. He's a weak guy, but he has a good eye and he's taken a liking to Sister Luo."

"Oh?" Mo Jiudi's gaze fell back on Concubine Luo Zi again: "What is the relationship between the two of them now? Is the flow of water intentional, the falling flowers ruthless, or is it the love of a man and his concubine?"

Ji Fanyin opened her mouth and was about to answer when she vaguely heard the sound of Concubine Luo taking a breath. She couldn't help but glanced at her side and saw that Concubine Luo was stiff and trembling slightly, as if she was afraid of something.

After hesitating for a moment, Ji Fanyin raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and then answered:

"Sister Luo is pure and pure. Unlike me, I am just like a little wolf cub. When I see the person I like, I wish I could stay together every day."

Mo Jiudi's eyes darkened, and Concubine Luo Zi's heart also sank to the bottom. A heavy cold sweat fell down her cheeks.

After a while, Mo Jiudi looked at Ji Fanyin and asked:

"Where's Leng Hongru? I've been here for so long, why don't I see him come out?"

Ji Fanyin's mentality collapsed while watching the show. She choked on her chest and lowered her head unnaturally, not daring to look at Shui Qingchen's face:
"Uh... this... um... that..."

(End of this chapter)