deadly mantra

Chapter 262 The only sentence that can be believed, the most unbelievable

Shui Qingchen's words made Feng Xiaoyao feel some invisible sense of oppression. For a moment, he didn't have the courage to meet Shui Qingchen's eyes.

Feng Xiaoyao looked away stiffly and saw a letter falling on the ground. He ran over, picked it up, and gave it to Shui Qingchen:
"Brother Qingchen, look, what is this? Is there a hidden weapon hidden in it? Poison?"

Shui Qingchen smiled slightly:
"probably not."

Feng Xiaoyao glanced at Shui Qingchen and asked:

"Then...do you want to open it?"

Shui Qingchen said in a warm voice:
"It's already a luxury to waste lives casually. If I don't read the contents of the letter, those people just died in vain."

Feng Xiaoyao was confused for a moment, stared at the envelope in Shui Qingchen's hand, and said nervously:

"Although I don't know what you are talking about, I am really concerned about whether the contents inside may be related to wild girls."

Shui Qingchen calmly tore open the envelope, took out the letter paper inside, and opened it.

The content is concise and the handwriting is familiar. It says——

Tomorrow at noon, the teahouse on the street corner.

Shui Qingchen's eyes were condensed, and anger flashed across his eyes, but soon, he covered up his emotions and said softly:
"Killing three birds with one stone, the person she likes is indeed extraordinary."

Feng Xiaoyao heard that Shui Qingchen's mood was different from usual, and said:

"Brother Qingchen, do you understand the current situation?"

Shui Qingchen used internal force to shatter the letter paper:

“What I understand cannot be understood any more.

Declare war, provoke, test.

His intention was revealed between the lines. "

Apart from the invitation to meet at the teahouse at noon tomorrow, Feng Xiaoyao didn't understand anything, so she asked:
"Brother Qingchen, it's good that you understand. I don't understand anyway, but if there is a need, just say it and I will try my best to do it. And...where is the street corner tea house? Qixia City There are so many street corners and teahouses, where are we going tomorrow? The wild girl really doesn’t know where to write down.”

Shui Qingchen said calmly:

"The handwriting is Xiaoyin's, but this letter was not written by Xiaoyin."

Feng Xiaoyao blurted out:

"What?! Who wrote that? That person's handwriting looks too similar to the wild girl's handwriting."

Shui Qingchen said in a deep voice: "It's more than just a resemblance, it's almost the same and it's hard to tell them apart."

Feng Xiaoyao asked doubtfully:

"Brother Qingchen, how do you tell the difference?"

Shui Qingchen raised his head slightly and looked at the moonlight. Thinking of that person, his eyes were filled with tenderness:
“If she could come back, she would be the one who appears here tonight, not this letter.

She knows everything she wants to learn at a glance, but she still can't learn one thing even though I've taught her many times. "

Feng Xiaoyao asked doubtfully:
"What is it?"

Shui Qingchen looked at Feng Xiaoyao and chuckled:

"You can only believe one out of ten of her words."

Feng Xiaoyao:

"Which one?"

Water clear dust:
"she's fine."

Feng Xiaoyao was stunned for a moment, then smiled again:

"That's right. With the wild girl's abilities, no one can do anything to her. She will be fine."

Shui Qingchen shook his head and said:
"Wrong, she is really good when she is causing trouble and boasting. Once she shows that she is good, it is often to cover up."

Feng Xiaoyao:

"hidden?"

Shui Qingchen nodded gently:
“Either to cover up an injury, or to cover up the worst situation.

If she could come back, she would have come back regardless. If she didn't come back, it was because the matter hadn't been settled yet.

According to her habit, she would not send back a single word before the matter was settled.

Therefore, the letter is fake and the handwriting is imitated. "

　The King of Hell said: As a person of hers, she can only believe one out of ten sentences, and the one she can believe is still an irony.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)