deadly mantra

Chapter 677 Worrying about her is worse than worrying about a dog
Ji Fanyin smiled coldly:

"I can't let you go. But I can take you back and imprison you. When your injuries are healed, I will let you experience the pain you just experienced again. This will happen again and again until you tell the name of the person who instigated it."

Hearing the sound, Zheng Hongyan frowned and was about to speak when a clear and cold voice came from the end of the alley——

"Why don't I tell you the name of the messenger?"

The warm sunshine poured on Leng Yanwen's delicate face and thin body.

His charming peach blossom eyes were as usual, with a touching smile.

Ji Fanyin was stunned for a moment, and his face was a bit paler than the last time he saw him.

When he came closer, Ji Fanyin caught the hidden anger in his eyes.

She asked:
"Don't tell me, the name of the messenger is also Leng Yanwen."

Leng Yanwen's lips curled up and he sneered:

"No. There will only be one Leng Yanwen in this world."

Ji Fanyin narrowed his eyes.

Sure enough, her sixth sense was right.

Leng Yanwen is angry.

It seems... is she still angry?
Ji Fanyin blinked and asked incredulously:
"Leng Yanwen, did you misunderstand me, or did you simply despise me, that's why you sent these two people here?"

They were no match for her.

Leng Yanwen's beautiful peach eyes were fixed on her face. He was silent for a while, and then suddenly smiled sarcastically:
"I'm surprised that I didn't fall in love with you? Isn't it always like this?"

"Cold! Inkstone! Wen!" Flames instantly ignited in his eyes, and Ji Fanyin said angrily: "I really should kill you!"

Leng Yanwen didn't take her threat to heart at all and said with a smile:
"How to kill me? Torture me like you tortured him?"

His eyes dropped, and the hairpin swayed lightly from her hand, and he continued:
"If Leng Hongru had seen what you were like just now, he would have broken your wrist."

Ji Fanyin pursed her red lips into a hard line and did not answer.

Leng Yanwen held her wrist and slowly raised it:

"When you were a child, you were used to ruining and squandering beautiful things without knowing how to cherish them. I thought that was what I hated the most. But today you have opened my eyes again. Xiao Yinyin, you have made a difference, even your sister I have learned the essence of all my bad habits." Ji Fanyin twitched her eyebrows, frowned and was about to speak, when Leng Yanwen's eyes flashed with cruelty, and he suddenly tightened his grip on her wrist and pulled it down.

Blood splattered.

The hairpin penetrated the kneeling swordsman's head.

Ji Fanyin's eyes trembled slightly and her fingers loosened the hairpin.

The swordsman fell on his back in a pool of blood.

died.

After a while.

In the courtyard of Shuyuan.

Ji Fanyin stood next to the water tank, with both hands soaked in the water.

After a while, the water stained red by blood reflected her frown and the gloomy look on her face.

Not far behind her.

Leng Yanwen was sitting on a low bamboo chair under the pear tree, his beautiful peach eyes shining with a soul-stirring glimmer in the sunlight.

Hearing the footsteps coming back, Leng Yanwen lowered his eyes to cover the emotions in his eyes.

"Only these are found..." Zheng Hongyan, who was returning from his trip, saw Ji Fanyin in the middle of his words, and his voice suddenly rose: "What are you doing! I asked you to wash your hands, but didn't let you soak your wounds. You think your wounds are not enough Is it serious?”

Leng Yanwen stood up, caught the medicine bottle and white gauze, and said with a smile:
"She has always been like this, making people worry about her, but also making people feel that worrying about her is worse than worrying about a dog."

Zheng Hongyan:
"..."

Ji Fanyin gritted his teeth:
"Leng Yanwen..."

Zheng Hongyan coughed to relieve each other's embarrassment and asked:

"You... know each other?"

(End of this chapter)