deadly mantra

Chapter 227 Don't Try to Rage Me
The alleys here are long and narrow, and are connected crisscrossing each other. People who are not familiar with the routes can easily lose their way and find no way out.

Ji Fanyin took advantage of the terrain here and quickly got rid of the people chasing behind.

She threw the bag on her back, hugged the paper bag, and walked to the free clinic, lowering her head and thinking.

A gust of wind blew suddenly, bringing with it a familiar dangerous atmosphere.

Ji Fanyin raised his head and looked forward.

A muscular figure dressed in black strode over.

He slowly took off the curtain on his head, revealing an overly cold face, and his sharp eyes, full of evil spirit, were focused on Ji Fanyin's face.

The long, narrow alley was unusually quiet.

The two got closer and closer.

Ji Fanyin's face was cold, and there was no smile in his eyes.

The moment the two of them passed each other, the man in black spoke:

"The young master ordered me to come out of the mountain and come to welcome the palace master back."

Ji Fanyin's lips opened slightly:

"If you want me to go back, let him do it by himself."

Her voice was cold and arrogant, and her tone was the usual commanding attitude of a superior to his subordinates. The volume was not loud, but it was extremely stern.

At this moment, the person who had been thrown away earlier caught up from behind.

Ji Fanyin did not stop, walked forward slowly, and spoke coldly:
"You are no match for me, don't try to anger me."

The man in black turned around, his clothes billowing in the wind, and suddenly knelt down:

"Hall Master!"

The twenty or thirty people who caught up knelt down and blocked the narrow alley:
"We sincerely welcome the palace master back to the mountain!"

Ji Fanyin walked forward without looking back.

"Hall Master!!" The man in black shouted again anxiously.

Ji Fanyin glanced back, her eyes were extremely cold.

The man in black trembled all over, and the words that rolled to the tip of his tongue were frozen to death. For a long time, he said in a hoarse voice filled with fear: "I accept my orders..."

Ji Fanyin retracted her gaze, picked up her things, turned into the narrow alley, and walked forward slowly, as if nothing had happened just now.

After a stick of incense.

Returning to the free clinic, Ji Fanyin saw a familiar figure coming out of a small wooden house where medicinal materials were stored.

The frost on her face disappeared, she smiled cynically, and threw the baggage in her hand:

"Feng Benben, why are you here?"

Feng Xiaoyao was thinking about something when a baggage fell on his face. He was so frightened that he instinctively struck out:
"Who!!"

slam-la-

The baggage was shattered by Feng Xiaoyao's palm, and several secret books scattered and fell to the ground.

The smile on Ji Fanyin's face suddenly froze, and her eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous flame:

"Feng Benben."

Feng Xiaoyao swallowed her saliva in fear and shrank her neck in fear:

"Don't blame me..."

Ji Fanyin took a step toward him, and Feng Xiaoyao was so frightened that he immediately took three steps back:

"Why are you hiding? That palm just now couldn't even kill a mosquito. At your level, you still want to make a name for yourself. Why don't you pick up the things quickly?"

Feng Xiaoyao was stunned for a moment:
"You're not angry?"

Ji Fanyin put the bag of shortbread cookies on the stove, bent down to pick up a book, gave Feng Xiaoyao a contemptuous look, and said:
"I've already figured out the depth of your palm power. There's nothing to be angry about."

Feng Xiaoyao quickly shook his head:

"No, I mean, I almost hurt you just now."

"Ha!" Ji Fanyin laughed twice and rolled his eyes at Feng Xiaoyao: "You are at your level and you want to hurt me? In the next life. You are not ashamed of your words."

(End of this chapter)