deadly mantra

Chapter 542: Silent decision
At this time, Shao Xiaojian’s panicked cry came from the room:
"Come quickly, Brother Xiaoyao! She vomited blood, I... what should I do, Brother Xiaoyao——"

Feng Xiaoyao's face darkened, her uneasy mood lingering in her heart and unable to dissipate, and she almost subconsciously searched for Ji Fanyin's figure.

Faced with the confusion in his eyes, Ji Fanyin sighed silently, walked to him, put her jade hand on his arm and squeezed hard, giving him comfort:

"Leave Bao Simu here to me. You go help Shao Xiaojian. I'll be back soon."

After a pause, she added:
"Cang Lie has some medical skills. You go to the backyard and call him. If he doesn't come, you say I called him to come over and do something."

Feng Xiaoyao calmed down and clenched the hands hanging by her sides tightly into fists:

"it is good!"

After watching Feng Xiaoyao leave, Ji Fanyin turned his attention to Bao Simu.

Bao Simu looked frightened, full of exhaustion and anxiety, and her clothes were stained with blood.

There was a trace of unbearability in Ji Fanyin's eyes, but she quickly suppressed this emotion and said:
"If you want to leave, I won't stop you. However, Mu Chanyi was so seriously injured, and I don't think you can feel at ease unless you see her out of danger with your own eyes."

Bao Simu's pupils shrank, and a look of embarrassment appeared on his originally pale face:

"I...I can't...I really can't stay any longer."

Ji Fanyin swept his eyes towards the room, his eyes quickly flashed with a hint of solemnity, and he said slowly:
"I think a lot of things must have happened to you two these days. Why don't you stay here first? It won't be too late for you to leave when Mu Chanyi wakes up. Don't worry, no one can enter Qingyi without my permission. garden."

Bao Simu bit her lip until she tasted a fishy smell, then let go, choking and nodding.

While the two were talking, Feng Xiaoyao broke into Cang Lie's room, hurriedly said what Ji Fanyin had told him, grabbed Cang Lie's arm, and rushed back to the front yard.

Ji Fanyin glanced at it, turned to look at Bao Simu's pale face, and said:
"The three of them are men after all. The injuries on Mu Chanyi's body still need your help to wipe and bandage them."

Her words seemed to give Bao Simu a reason to stay.

Bao Simu swallowed his tears and followed quickly.The moonlight was like water, and the surroundings were silent. Ji Fanyin stood quietly for a while, with a touch of melancholy passing through his pure black eyes.

She did not enter the house, but picked up the sharp sword that Feng Xiaoyao had thrown on the ground, followed the blood stains remaining on the ground, and walked slowly out of the gate of Qingyi Garden to the back door of Yunshangduan.

The night is getting darker and darker, and the surroundings are getting quieter and quieter.

Suddenly, a group of people chasing the blood poured into the narrow alley.

Ji Fanyin's clear black eyes were as cold as a cold pool. The tip of the sword in his hand was raised, and murderous intent suddenly filled the world.

A quarter of an hour later, Ji Fanyin returned to Qingyi Garden with the clean sword in hand and walked towards the cang tree in front of the waterfall.

When the sky became slightly brighter, Feng Xiaoyao came out of the house with a tired face.

The incident happened suddenly last night. In line with the principle of immediate medical treatment, Shao Xiaojian carried the seriously injured Mu Chanyi into Ji Fanyin and Shui Qingchen's bedroom. Ji Fanyin didn't appear in the second half of the night, so Feng Xiaoyao thought she had chosen another place. He went to rest, but at this moment he saw her sitting leisurely in the rocking chair, with his sword on her lap, looking up at the surging waterfall.

The cool morning light seeped through the lush branches and leaves, forming a mottled halo that fell on her body.

Somehow, seeing this scene, Feng Xiaoyao's heart, which had been hanging high all night, suddenly dropped and became at ease.

Feng Xiaoyao walked over and sat down next to her. He leaned forward and reached out to take back his sword. His eyes inadvertently touched the edge of the sword, which seemed to be wet.

He reached out and touched it, and it was indeed wet.

Pulling out his sword and facing the morning light, he found that the sword slot was also stained with moisture, as if it had just been cleaned with water.

Feng Xiaoyao had been very nervous all night. Now he looked sober, but his head was still a little confused. Therefore, he just raised his eyebrows slightly and did not think about why Ji Fanyin wanted to wash his sword.

(End of this chapter)