deadly mantra

Chapter 530 This Was Not My Intention

Yun Shang straightened the door.

Ji Fanyin stood at the foot of the steps, frowning, looking around with his big dark eyes, stagnant.

Feng Xiaoyao had an elbow on her shoulder:

"Why are you dazed? Let's go."

Ji Fanyin pursed her lips:

"I really want to get into trouble again."

Feng Xiaoyao has long been used to strange things, so it would be strange if she didn't cause trouble:
"What should I do?"

Ji Fanyin didn't think for too long and said directly:

"hide!"

"Huh?" This was beyond Feng Xiaoyao's expectation.

Ji Fanyin grabbed Feng Xiaoyao's wrist and turned to leave when a gloomy voice sounded.

"Where are you hiding?"

As soon as the sound fell, Zheng Hongyan strode out from the top of the cloud.

The lantern hanging under the eaves swayed in the night breeze, and the light on Zheng Hongyan's handsome face also flickered on and off.

"It turns out to be Mr. Zheng." Feng Xiaoyao turned around to say hello, blocked the small Ji Fanyin sideways, lowered his voice and said quickly: "I'll stop you, can you run away with confidence?"

Ji Fanyin shook his head.

If you can escape the first day of the new year, you can't escape the fifteenth.

She didn't treat Zheng Hongyan with her usual tricks.

Ji Fanyin walked out from behind Feng Xiaoyao with a smile on her face:
"Go in and talk in detail?"

Zheng Hongyan's eyes were fixed on her body, he let out a half-angry "hum" and said firmly:
"Why don't you come over and lead the way!"

Ji Fanyin said "Hey~", jogged a few steps up the steps, raised her hand and said:

"Uncle, please come this way."

Seeing this, Feng Xiaoyao was strangely stunned for a moment: Didn't the dead girl not know Zheng Hongyan during the day?Why do these two people seem to know each other now? !The three of them arrived at Qingyi Garden.

Zheng Hongyan was shocked for a moment by the spectacular artificial waterfall in front of him. He stood in the center of the courtyard and raised his head to let the cool breeze blow on his cheeks.

The empty coffin was like a sticky spider's thread, wrapping around his heart, strangling him to the point of suffocation.

And this cold wind can just help him get rid of the pain and upset emotions in his head.

Feng Xiaoyao looked at Zheng Hongyan and then at Ji Fanyin. He was worried about leaving her alone here and didn't want to disturb them, so he took the initiative to avoid them, walked towards the tree and lay down in the rocking chair.

Ji Fanyin said:

"Go inside or sit outside?"

Zheng Hongyan took a deep breath, calmed his mind, looked around, looked at the pavilion not far away, and replied:
"Just right there."

On the stone table in the pavilion, someone carefully placed pastries and fruits, which Ji Fanyin and Feng Xiaoyao loved to eat on weekdays.

After pouring the tea, Ji Fanyin put it in Zheng Hongyan's hand and said with a smile:
"Do you want to taste it?"

Zheng Hongyan picked it up and took a sip. The fragrant tea flowed on the tip of his tongue. The warm tea entered his throat and warmed his body. He drank a few more sips, then raised his head and looked to the opposite side:
"You're giving me a bad feeling."

Ji Fanyin sipped the fragrant tea in small sips, raised her eyes half-way, and said lazily:

"That was not my intention."

Zheng Hongyan made a cup of tea by himself:

"The last thing a mere killer should do is to live in the public eye, and you live in the most luxurious place in Qixia City. You are not a killer, and a normal official lady is not half as smart as you."

Ji Fanyin blew lightly, and the hot air in the cup hit her fair face. She took a leisurely sip. She put down the cup and held her chin with her left hand:

"I just take these words as compliments. Uncle, you actually want to ask, what else do I know?"

Zheng Hongyan’s flashing eyes had a special meaning:

"If I ask, will you answer?"

Ji Fanyin's ambiguous answer:

"That depends on whether I can answer your question."

(End of this chapter)