deadly mantra

Chapter 700 If I want to kill someone

Above the clouds, on the fourth floor.

Leng Yanwen's thin body leaned against the door frame.He had already left Qixia City, but was "invited" back.

The person who "invited" him was filled with a chilling air that he couldn't afford to offend.

At this moment, the man was standing guard at the entrance of the stairs.

As for the master who "invites" his people...

Leng Yanwen turned his head and looked into the room. The smile on his face became stiffer and stiffer, making it difficult to maintain it.

Shui Qingchen was sitting at the table, and every move he made showed the elegance of a gentleman.

The warm sunlight penetrated through the window and fell at Shui Qingchen's feet.

He looked back with a slight smile on his lips and said:
"Why don't you come in and sit for a while?"

Leng Yanwen answered with guarded eyes:

"No. Standing here, I feel safer down there."

Shui Qingchen nodded gently and kindly reminded:

"Actually, you don't have to be so careful. If I want to kill someone, it makes no difference whether he is standing a few meters away or has fled to any corner of the seven countries and eight capitals."

Leng Yanwen sneered:
"The pretty miracle doctor, be careful when you talk nonsense."

Shui Qingchen took a sip of the fragrant tea, put the tea cup on the table, and then replied:
"you may try it."

Leng Yanwen's back stiffened, and his peach eyes gradually became filled with gloom:
"Who are you, and why do you pretend to have an eye disease in front of Xiao Yinyin?"

"Shui invited the young master here not to ask me questions." Shui Qingchen picked up the paper fan on the table, stood up slowly, walked to the window, and looked at the street.

The ghost slave stood at the entrance of the alley across the street, nodded respectfully in the direction of Shui Qingchen, turned around and said:

"It doesn't have to hurt lives, and it doesn't have to be too easy on them."

In the long alley, the followers of the King of Hell stood majestically. After moving away the palms that were holding the sharp weapons, they followed the order and started... to fight with their bare hands.

The way of punching and kicking was very novel to them.

Therefore, they fought very principledly - specifically selecting parts that could not be killed "easily".

After a while, none of the Death Valley killers who came to rescue Leng Yanwen were spared, and they were all beaten with bruises and swollen faces.

In the room.

Leng Yanwen's face became more and more ugly. He clenched his right hand into a fist, slowly loosened it, and then clenched it again. After repeating this several times, he finally became more rational: "What do you want to know?"

Shui Qingchen turned his head with a leisurely expression:

"Master Leng Yanwen, don't you wait for reinforcements?"

"Ha." Leng Yanwen sneered: "No matter how many reinforcements there are, Qiao Miracle Doctor still has the ability to make me isolated and helpless, right?"

Shui Qingchen said:

"You can call me Mr. Shui."

People had to lower their heads under the eaves, Leng Yanwen said with a cold face:

"Master Shui, what do you want to find out from me?"

Shui Qingchen held the folding fan and asked sharply:

"What do you want from Xiaoyin?"

Leng Yanwen was startled and stared at Shui Qingchen in astonishment.

Shui Qingchen's eyes moved slightly, his expression calm:

"It's hard to answer? Okay, let me change the question to a simpler one. Why don't you want to be Xiaoyin's shadow servant?"

Leng Yanwen held it in his chest with one breath, gritted his teeth and endured it for a long time, until his face turned pale from holding it in before he coughed and spit it out, gasping and asked:

"Ahem... Who... are you...?"

Shui Qingchen shook his head and did not answer:
"Shui just said that I didn't come here to ask the young master to ask many questions about me."

"You!" Leng Yanwen's chest froze, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood out of anger.

Shui Qingchen asked with concern:

"Master Leng Yanwen, are you okay?"

Leng Yanwen glared at Shui Qingchen angrily, even though he had the thought of killing him a thousand times, this time it was because he underestimated his opponent that he ended up in the embarrassing situation of being coerced.

After slowly calming down his breathing, Leng Yanwen said with a cold face:
"I'm not unwilling to be her shadow servant."

Shui Qingchen was not surprised by Leng Yanwen's answer:
"If you are willing, why did you give the opportunity to others?"

(End of this chapter)