deadly mantra

Chapter 316 What you firmly believe can no longer be believed

Feng Xiaoyao opened the door and took Ji Fanyin into the independent study room in the inner room.

Spread out rice paper and grind.

Feng Xiaoyao picked up the pen, dipped it in black ink, and while recalling the handwriting on the letter, he faithfully sketched it stroke by stroke.

After a while, eight words appeared on the paper.

Ji Fanyin's face became increasingly ugly.

Feng Xiaoyao's level of copying couldn't be worse.

Ji Fanyin curled her lips speechlessly:

"You have the nerve to say this crappy ghost-drawing talisman, do you remember it?"

Grabbing the pen from Feng Xiaoyao's hand, she had the elbow to push him away.

wow——

Open a new page of rice paper.

As she spoke, she wrote:

"People who practice martial arts have a good memory. Since you said that you have read the writing on it, you should have some impression. Look carefully to see if it is this writing."

Tomorrow at noon, the teahouse on the street corner.

The eight characters of flying dragons and phoenixes are very domineering and jump out on the paper.

Feng Xiaoyao's eyes lit up in surprise at the handwriting, but she still shook her head:

"That's not the handwriting."

wow——

Opened another piece of rice paper.

Ji Fanyin writes like a god, changing from the previous publicity, and the graceful handwriting reveals the cleanness and freshness unique to women, which is revealed on the paper.

Feng Xiaoyao looked at Ji Fanyin's face as if he had seen a ghost, widened his eyes in surprise, and shook his head:

"No, it's not this handwriting..."

"No?" Ji Fanyin squeezed the penholder and scratched her head: "Then... what about this?"

Another completely different handwriting.

Feng Xiaoyao curled her lips and shook her head.

Ji Fanyin frowned and started writing again.

Feng Xiaoyao still shook his head.

write again.

Still shaking his head.This was repeated no less than twenty times.

The handwriting on the rice paper discarded on the ground is different.

Unknowingly, the gorgeous rays of sunlight reflected on the windows and onto the ground in the house.

Feng Xiaoyao yawned while moving her stiff neck:

"No, no... not this either."

There was a hint of irritation in Ji Fanyin's eyes. She raised her eyes and glanced at the waste paper on the ground. She pursed her red lips lightly and made one last attempt without any hope.

Feng Xiaoyao stood at the table, twisting her aching shoulders, giving a last frustrated look, her eyes widened immediately, and she shouted excitedly:

"That's it! That's the writing!"

Ji Fanyin froze and stared at the handwriting motionlessly. The surprise in his eyes was no less than that of Feng Xiaoyao.

I saw that on the crumpled paper, she had just written the first two words.

This handwriting...

This handwriting is her real handwriting.

When she entered the world, she was still too young.

In order to protect herself, she is used to creating various protective colors.

This includes handwriting.

Ji Fanyin's face became more and more solemn, and she gripped the pen harder and harder.

There was a sound of "pa--".

Feng Xiaoyao was so frightened that she jumped back and realized where the sound came from - she actually broke the pen in two! !

"Crazy girl...you, did you remember something?" He took two steps back in fear.

The corners of Ji Fanyin's lips twitched, revealing a sarcastic sneer:

"Are you sure you remember correctly?"

Feng Xiaoyao quickly shook his head:

"I definitely remember correctly!!"

Ji Fanyin turned her head, took a deep look at Feng Xiaoyao who was retreating frequently, and said:
"You know what I asked you today, and I know it. If you let me know, who did you tell..."

She raised her hand and waved, and the rice paper on the table and the waste paper on the ground disappeared in an instant.

Feng Xiaoyao felt a chill running down her spine:
"I won't tell, I won't tell anyone."

(End of this chapter)