deadly mantra

Chapter 289 My heart was stung
Shui Qingchen's lips curled up into a smile, staring at the closed door with a deep look in his eyes.

Feng Xiaoyao waited for a long time, but without waiting for an answer, he asked anxiously:
"Brother Qingchen, who is it? Who is the magic weapon that can save people?"

Hearing the sound, Shui Qingchen looked at Feng Xiaoyao, smiled and whispered:

"Brother Feng, this is a grudge between them, please don't interfere."

who?

Feng Xiaoyao was stunned for a while.

Shui Qingchen raised his hand, patted his shoulder twice, and said softly:
"It's late, let's go back."

Feng Xiaoyao was stunned:
"Then...are we just going to ignore Mu Chanyi's matter?"

There was still a slight smile on Shui Qingchen's lips, but beneath that gentle expression was a distant indifference.It was as if Mu Chanyi's life and death were like the dead leaves brushing against the sleeves of his robe, not worth his moment's trouble.

Feng Xiaoyao felt an indescribable strange feeling in her heart.

He turned around and was about to go back to the room. He happened to see the lights in Ji Fanyin's room go out, and then, there was a low laughter behind him.

That laughter revealed a little helplessness, a little doting, and a little tenderness.

Feng Xiaoyao's heart was shocked and she turned around suddenly.

Under the cold moonlight, Shui Qingchen was still the same Shui Qingchen, but those warm smiling eyes were full of affection.

"What's wrong? Brother Feng." Shui Qingchen raised his head and asked him.

Feng Xiaoyao's hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist, shook his head, and left quickly. A thought passed through his heart -

It turned out that no matter how dangerous Mu Chanyi's situation was, Ji Fanyin's casual action could not attract the attention of Brother Qingchen more.

So, can he understand it this way:
As long as Ji Fanyin opens his mouth, brother Qingchen will agree to help Mu Chen?
After Feng Xiaoyao left, Shui Qingchen lay down on the rocking chair in front of the courtyard.

Suddenly, a hot burning sensation came from his sleeve, which made his skin tingle slightly.

Shui Qingchen's black eyes, as deep as the sea, flickered slightly, and the smile in his eyes quietly disappeared.

His slender fingers reached into his sleeve and took out a piece of white jade.I saw that a long gap slowly opened on the white jade wall.

Shui Qingchen pulled an evil sneer from the corner of his lips, stared at Bai Yu, and whispered with dark eyes:

"Why be so angry."

Accompanied by the cool night wind, Shui Qingchen's deep voice seemed to be talking to himself:

"She just took the initiative to feed me, and Master Leng's heart was stung. If she nestled in my arms tomorrow night and acted coquettishly at me, Master Leng would have ruined his cultivation and vowed to break out of the barrier. ”

His fingertips tapped his stern face, Shui Qingchen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes revealed a terrifying arrogance:

"It's just that without any cultivation, how can Mr. Leng stop my destined relationship with her?"

not far away.

The ghost slave who blew up the Centennial Sword Tomb in Death Valley hurried back to Qixia City.

He hid on the roof, and before he could report to his master, he witnessed this terrifying scene with his own eyes. Cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back, and his heart trembled with chills.

He hesitated again and again, huh!Please come back and report tomorrow.

With this in mind, he was about to leave quietly when Shui Qingchen slowly raised his head, his cold gaze, with a suffocating sense of oppression, falling on the ghost slave's shoulder.

The ghost slave trembled all over and immediately flew down from the eaves.

Because he was too nervous, his calves softened, and with a sudden pop, he knelt down and slid to Shui Qingchen's feet, stirring up a layer of dust.

Shui Qingchen raised his eyebrows lightly, held the jade pendant in his big hand, and glanced at the ghost slave:
"Did you have so much fun on this trip?"

In this aggrieved posture, the ghost slave kowtowed, the corners of his lips twitched, and he said hoarsely:

"I'm... happy, so I can't wait to kowtow to the Emperor of Hell to thank you."

(End of this chapter)