deadly mantra

Chapter 675
afternoon.

Ji Fanyin carried the food box out of Yunshangduan and walked towards the book garden.

She was going to say goodbye.

After passing through the lively market, Ji Fanyin turned into a narrow alley on a familiar road and happened to see Zheng Hongyan coming out of the book garden.

Ji Fanyin smiled and raised her hand to say hello:

"Uncle~"

Zheng Hongyan's eyes lit up instantly, he turned around, closed the door, and stepped forward to greet him:

"Girl? Why are you here?"

Ji Fanyin raised the food box in his hand:
"Chenchen asked me to come over and bring you some food. There are also two bottles of sake in it."

At this time, two strange men came towards us from the other end of the narrow alley.

Out of professional habit, Zheng Hongyan subconsciously looked back.

The two people were ordinary-looking, with no much expression on their wheat-skinned faces.

They held swords in their hands, and they had a fierce aura that permeated the bones of Jianghu people.

It should just be passing by.

Although the narrow alley in front of Shuyuan Gate was less than two meters wide, he would not block their way at all if he walked in the middle of the road.

Therefore, Zheng Hongyan looked away with just one glance, reached out to take the food box she handed over, and joked:

"To be courteous for nothing is to commit adultery or to steal..."

Halfway through speaking, Ji Fanyin suddenly reached out and grabbed his shoulder, pressing it hard.

Zheng Hongyan opened his eyes wide in surprise, and was caught off guard, kneeling on one knee on the ground.

As a joke, this girl made him kneel down!How bad is your temper? !
The same moment this thought flashed through his mind, warm liquid sprayed on his neck and head, and dripped down his cheeks.

Not rain.

But, blood? !
Zheng Hongyan's pupils trembled, and he raised his head with panic and worry:

"Girl!"

"Uncle, lower your head, don't let the blood stain your eyes." There was a faint smile on Ji Fanyin's lips, but the hairpin in her hand was pulled out from the aorta of the neck of the strange man who walked behind Zheng Hongyan at some point.Zheng Hongyan was still kneeling on one knee, frozen in shock.

He didn't bow his head.

In fact, he didn't hear clearly what Ji Fanyin was saying at all.

He only saw the smile in Ji Fanyin's eyes, and the murder weapon in her hand - the hairpin that was stuck sideways in her hair not long ago.

The next moment, blood splashed on half of his face, and Zheng Hongyan blinked out of instinct.

Open your eyes and look again.

Ji Fanyin moved her right hand from his shoulder, grabbed the man's shirt, pushed it back, and pulled it down. The hairpin she pulled out fiercely penetrated the back of the man's neck and pierced it.

Zheng Hongyan is definitely not a timid person. In fact, he has extremely strong adaptability. It's just that the person in front of him is hundreds of times stronger than him.

After a moment of silence, the other man reacted and immediately took out his sword from its sheath. A sharp sword light shot from bottom to top and headed towards Ji Fanyin's abdomen.

He is very close to Ji Fanyin.

The distance was less than half a step, coupled with the fierce force of the sword, even though Ji Fanyin reacted quickly, there was still a cut on the cuff.However, the man didn't get any advantage. He was hit in the abdomen, staggered back a few steps, and spit out a mouthful of blood on the ground.

Zheng Hongyan was horrified to see it.

More than 20 years ago, he could still stand side by side with her and face danger together.

Now, he has no power to restrain the chicken. If this happens, it will only increase her burden.

So, without much hesitation, Zheng Hongyan carried the food box, walked aside, leaned his back against the wall, looked towards her, and reminded her in a deep voice:
"Girl, be careful about the wound on the inside of your wrist."

Hearing the sound, Ji Fanyin lowered his eyes and glanced, and his eyes became a little more solemn.

After all, she is a half-year-old child. No matter how well she controls the expression on her face, she will definitely still be afraid of pain.Zheng Hongyan thought in his heart and opened his mouth to comfort her.

Ji Fanyin frowned and said in a low voice:
"This dress was given to me by Chenchen."

Zheng Hongyan:
"..."

So, she cares more about a piece of clothing than a bleeding wound? !

"You are really... hopeless." In the face of danger, Zheng Hongyan laughed angrily.

(End of this chapter)