deadly mantra

Chapter 369 How many people have been killed by impulse?
The three Zhanshang walked towards the shore with their fighting spirit high.

At this moment, Leng Hongru's voice came out through the hot and humid mist. The cold voice was slightly sullen:
"As the second master of the Qifei Palace and the captain of the Fatal Sanskrit Organization, this battle is about dignity. How can I be left out as a witness?"

The tall figure walked through the green shade, his white shirt swaying gently in the wind.

Leng Hongru stood on the rocks on the shore, a bright light as cold as a blade flashed in his eyes, glanced at Di Jiang, who was stunned with his eyes wide open, and said coldly:
"Di Jiang."

Di Jiang stood up quickly:
"Master!"

Leng Hongru slowly rolled his eyes:

"I have never counted how many people have been killed by impulse."

Di Jiang's chest heaved a few times, and he decided to abandon his friend. So he gritted his teeth, puffed up his chest, and quickly raised his voice:

"Master, just rest for a moment. I can do this little thing like counting heads."

As soon as he said this, everyone looked over, looking at Di Jiang with anger and contempt.

Di Jiang's face slowly turned red, and a string of hot sweat slid down his cheeks. His eyes were respectful and fearful, looking up at the god-like appearance on the rock.

Everyone's palms were sweating nervously.

Ji Fanyin felt regretful, curled her mouth and sighed:
"No fun."

The faint sound immediately attracted Leng Hongru's attention.

Ji Fanyin immediately raised his hand and covered his mouth.

Leng Hongru's eyes flashed, and his expression was rather gloomy as he looked at the people soaking in the spring water with a somewhat cold face.

Ji Fanyin raised her eyebrows slightly.

Or was it discovered?

Everyone in fear lowered their heads and stared at the reflection emerging from the water.The last time they just had the idea of ​​a fight between the first brothers, they lay half-dead in bed for a whole half a month. This time, they almost made a move, fearing that they would not be able to calm down the second hall master even if they were half-dead. of anger.Especially in the past two days, the second hall master's mood... was not very good.

At this time, I heard Leng Hongru say:
"It's not an example."

After a while, everyone cheered and came ashore one after another.

Qing Mo breathed a sigh of relief:

"Thankfully it's today."

Zhan Shang's expression also obviously relaxed a lot:
"Only today will the Second Hall Master be particularly merciful." Man Jiu glanced at the woods diagonally above him warily and nodded:

"The birthday of the Palace Master is a major event and should not be seen with blood."

Suzaku slipped and almost fell back into the hot spring pool. He was pulled by the person behind him. After he stood firm, he glared at Man Jiu fiercely:
"What happened to you with my blood! I used my own blood to add some festive color to the palace master, but it bothers you?!"

Qing Mo covered his face with his hands and walked past Suzaku with a look of shame on his face:

"idiot……"

Man Jiu frowned and said:
"You are wrong. I didn't mean to look down on your bloodline."

Suzaku picked up the clothes and raised his chin proudly:

"Hmph, the Zhu family blood in my body is the purest. This is why the Second Palace Master chose me to become a member of the Deadly Sanskrit."

Zhan Shang's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Leng Hongru in astonishment, and then heard Suzaku say:
"I am both a sword and a shield. You cannot envy me."

Di Jiang stretched out his hand and hooked Zhuque's neck, dragging him away forcefully:

"A sharp blade without a bone, a peacock man without a brain, we really can't envy him, we can't envy him~"

Walk away noisily.

The hot spring pool returns to calm.

Leng Hongru raised his slender fingers, untied his belt, took off only his coat, and slowly walked into Biyuequan.

high places.Ji Fanyin pursed her lips slightly and looked out fearlessly.

Under her gaze, Leng Hongru frowned slightly.

After a moment, Leng Hongru raised his head, his sharp eyes passed through the dense forest, and his eyes found the small figure.

He didn't speak, but Ji Fanyin understood what he meant, flew over, stopped at the rock where he was standing, grabbed the hem of his skirt, and sat down on the ground.

Leng Hongru turned his back to her and did not look back:

"Today is your birthday."

(End of this chapter)