deadly mantra

Chapter 198 For the first time in his life, he hesitated
Shui Qingchen continued:
"Send someone disguised as a servant of Liushuang Pavilion to go to the Good Sword Alliance and tell Brother Feng that there is no need to go back to Liushuang Pavilion tonight and go directly to Yunshang to find me."

The ghost slave nodded repeatedly and wrote down one by one:

"okay."

Shui Qingchen's steps were steady and he ordered calmly:
"Let's settle the bills here. Return double the amount of money Li Mubai paid in advance."

The ghost slave smiled mischievously:
"Yes~"

Shui Qingchen glanced back at him:
"Go to Death Valley yourself."

The smile on the ghost slave's face froze for an instant, and he immediately admitted his mistake:
"My subordinate is guilty and I realize my mistake."

Shui Qingchen smiled slightly:
"If you are guilty, you should be punished."

The ghost slave was stunned. The hard mask could not block the wolf-like fierce light bursting out of his eyes:

"Has the Emperor decided how to punish Death Valley?"

A sharp chill passed between Shui Qingchen's brows, but this coldness was fleeting, and he asked in a warm voice:

"Ghost slave, what do you think is the biggest business in Death Valley?"

The ghost slave thought about it and replied:

"The most proud thing about Death Valley is their magical sword-making skills."

Shui Qingchen stopped and stood at the door of Ji Fanyin's room. He stared at the bed through the thin paper window and said word by word:

"I regard the little ones as treasures, but they were hurt by her. It is difficult to calm down my anger without poking their hearts."

The ghost slave was gearing up, with a look of excitement on his face:

"The Emperor of Hell plans to end their sword-making business? Do you want to inform the sword leader?"

"This time, I don't plan to use a roundabout strategy." Shui Qingchen's eyes turned cold: "Be more direct and destroy their sword tomb."

"Suck--"

The ghost slave took a long breath of air and opened his eyes wide in surprise:
"If the sword tomb, which has been passed down for centuries, is destroyed, then the face and dignity of Death Valley will not be preserved. This is not only cruel but also cutting off their business. The owner of Death Valley, Huo Lingyun, will probably Cry and pass out.”

Shui Qingchen looked back and glanced at the ghost slave:
"Or do you want to exchange with Le Xunyuan? You go to the blacksmith shop to work as a coolie, and let him go to Death Valley to show his skills?" The ghost slave immediately clasped his fists and raised his voice with confidence:

"Please wait for the news, Emperor of Hell. Within ten days, I will make the century-old sword tomb in Death Valley completely disappear from this world."

As soon as the sound fell, the ghost slave flashed and disappeared in the corridor. He didn't give Shui Qingchen a chance to speak, for fear of being sent to do hard work.

Seeing this, Shui Qingchen smiled slightly, opened the door and walked in.

Several huge night-light pearls were placed randomly on the table, and their clear fluorescence illuminated the room.

He walked over, sat down by the bed, held her cold little hand, gazed deeply at her face as pale as paper, and felt another sting in his heart.

Tonight, he originally came back angry.

He was waiting at the door and had many things to ask her.

He wanted to ask why he left first.

Why did you agree to Bao Simu? Fair competition.

Did she ask his opinion?

Does she really understand what he means?

If she understood, how could she be willing to give him up to someone else?

What is the agreement that if one person meets once, the other person cannot show up.

She simply walked away, leaving him in the Good Knife Alliance.

Simply, ridiculous.

What’s even more ridiculous is——

When Xiao Jiuji proposed the bet, for the first time in his life in 18 years, he hesitated.

(End of this chapter)