deadly mantra

Chapter 527

Feng Xiaoyao shook her head dumbfounded:
"I haven't spent the money you gave me yesterday yet."

Ji Fanyin stuffed it into his hand and said:

"Then spend these first and keep the others to spend tomorrow."

Feng Xiaoyao was even more speechless.

The money she gave was enough to buy all the shops on these two streets.

Ji Fanyin looked past him, stopped at the figure that was about to disappear in the crowd, and added slowly:
"You can ask the innkeeper later if there is any good wine. If not, go to Qingyi Garden and ask Cang Lie to get it."

"I know." Feng Xiaoyao waved his hand, turned around and walked into the inn.

Ji Fanyin was not in a hurry to follow him. Instead, he walked to the side of the road and found a handy wooden stick. He weighed it in his hand a few times. It was pretty good and very light. It would not kill anyone easily.

After a while, it was almost dark.

In a narrow alley not far from the inn.

Ji Fanyin stood at the top of the wall, throwing the wooden stick up and down in his hand, then catching it steadily, waiting for his prey to fall into the trap.

After a while, the man in rough clothes who bumped into Feng Xiaoyao came over and kept muttering:
"Get rich, get rich! This guy is really rich."

The man in rough clothes was greedy, counting the banknotes over and over again, without any awareness of the imminent danger:

"Bah, people are really different. I have worked so hard to earn a little bit of silver. Look at what the young master just carries with him is enough for us to have food and clothing for a lifetime. No, it's rare to encounter someone who is taken advantage of. I have to go back. Let's take a look, maybe you can exchange it for more money after tying it up, hehehe... I'm going to give it away."

Whispering gossips reached his ears. Ji Fanyin's bright black eyes stared at the person who was gradually approaching, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corners of his lips.

Just at this moment, a man in rough clothes walked by.

Ji Fanyin held the wooden stick and raised his voice:
"Hey, turn your face."

The sudden sound made the man in rough clothes tremble in fright, and he immediately stuffed the banknote into his arms:
"Who, who?!"

The moment he turned around, a black shadow came from high in the sky. The next second, he felt something hit him on the cheek, and the strong man fell to the ground hard.Suddenly, Qi and blood surged.

His front teeth were stained with blood and spit out from his mouth to the ground. The man in rough clothes was so painful that his eyes were filled with stars. He tried to open his eyes wide to see what happened.

Another sap hit on the right wrist.

Heart-piercing pain!

The right hand is broken.

He can never steal anything again in this life.

Every stick Ji Fanyin landed had just the right amount of force to make it painful but not fatal.

When the stick came down, she paused and took the time. When the man opened his mouth to speak or call for help, another stick fell, hitting the person and rolling on the ground. He could only whimper and twitch in pain, but could not shout a complete sentence. come out.

No more, no less, a full twenty rolls.

People also fainted from the pain.

Ji Fanyin used a bloody wooden stick to open the man's clothes, took back Feng Xiaoyao's money bag and banknotes, and counted them.

Twenty banknotes, one is a lot.

Fortunately, she didn't give Feng Xiaoyao much money yesterday. If she had given him a hundred and eighty sheets, and beaten him with a stick, his life would have been decided in this alley.

Ji Fanyin raised his head and glanced at Xuan Yue, exhaled a long breath, and said to himself:

"Huh...after a day of stress, I finally feel comfortable..."

Lowering her head and looking at the thief who had been beaten to a bloody head, she snorted softly:
"Unlucky man, it's not good to steal from anyone. If you steal from Feng Cunben, his things belong to me, and you dare to take my things. However, you are lucky, everything is still there. If it is damaged even a little bit, or you have to spend it." Even if you’re penniless, you don’t have to walk out of this alley alive.”

(End of this chapter)