deadly mantra

Chapter 211 I won’t be the big devil anymore

Ji Fanyin walked down the street in despair.

The excitement around me seemed like sounds from another world.

It has nothing to do with her.

Pictures flashed in my mind——

Leng Hongru looked cold and said to her:
Putting your heart on me will only increase my disappointment in you.

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His eyes, as cold as ice and snow, showed a faint smile, but it made her heart flutter, and he said:

I always.

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He knelt at her feet, swore an oath to her, and said:
I will be the sharpest sword in your hand and the strongest shield behind you.

I will help you to become the person the Demon King thinks you cannot be.

……

He turned around coldly and said:

If hating me can make you stronger, then hate me. If not, you should give up on me rationally.

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He wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his hands and said:
You can like me.

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Scenes and sentences, at this moment, are like poisoned dagger blades, deadly, cutting into Ji Fanyin's heart.

His mind was in confusion, and he couldn't rationally analyze which of these words were his sincerity and which were his lies.

Or rather, she was wrong from the beginning.

If you don't like it, it's fake.

Like it, but it’s also fake.

True and false...how to distinguish between true and false.

Ji Fanyin held her head and squatted on the road. She felt that her head hurt so much that it felt like it was going to explode. Mo Jiuji's words completely overturned her understanding of Leng Hongru.

Stomach pain, sore throat, headache, and heart... the pain made her almost suffocate.

Ji Fanyin inserted her fingertips into her hair, pulled it tightly, and clenched her gums to hold back the pain.

At this time, a gentle voice emerged so clearly in my mind——...

If you complain about pain, at least I can know, and at least I won't let you endure it alone.

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It is water that clears dust.

Ji Fanyin closed her eyes tightly in pain and held her head. Her heart seemed empty, but there was a faint trace of expectation pouring out from the depths of her heart.

Lips, opening and closing, tentatively shouting——

"pain……

i hurt...

Chenchen, I feel pain..."

On the spacious street, there is a lot of traffic.

Occasionally, a few pedestrians stopped and looked at Ji Fanyin curiously.

But no one came forward to ask.

Ji Fanyin squatted on the ground, her arms holding her head were slightly loosened, she opened her red eyes, staring at the ground with loneliness, feeling a little aggrieved, and whispered in a low voice:
"Liar... Chenchen is a big liar. He can't hear it at all. It can't be relieved at all. It still hurts..."

In the bustling crowd, a majestic figure, his clothes flying in the wind, walked through the sea of ​​people and strode towards Givenchy.

"I know." A low voice, extremely gentle, came from the top of her head.

Ji Fanyin's eyes swayed slightly, and she saw a pair of blue boot uppers coming into view.

His eyes suddenly became astringent, and his vision was blurred by tears.

She suddenly had the illusion that she was back at the Lotus Festival feast.

He also appeared in front of her out of thin air.

Ji Fanyin's eyes filled with tears, she raised her head in grievance and shouted:

"Dust dust..."

Shui Qingchen's dark pupils reflected her small curled up figure. In his warm voice, with a smile that never faded, he looked down at her condescendingly and asked:
"Crying little one, have you seen my lost wife?"

Ji Fanyin's heart froze, and she raised her hand to wipe away the tears in her eyes.

The breeze blew, and the fluttering hem of his clothes brushed her cheek with a reassuring light lotus fragrance.

Ji Fanyin choked and replied:

"I don't want to be a big devil anymore, I want to be your little guy."

(End of this chapter)