deadly mantra

Chapter 757 Idiot, you can’t be too honest.
Shui Qingchen finally raised his head, glanced behind the bead curtain, and said with deep eyes:
"The original intention of establishing Yunshangduan was just for Xiaoyin to have a temporary place to stay. Since the property here has been mixed with people from other places, after leaving in a few days, there is no reason to keep this place. Something happened to the Ji family, and the court The power is scattered to the point of falling apart. The world of Chixia Kingdom lacks the suppression of the Good Sword Alliance. The gangs that have been dormant for many years are gradually showing signs of fighting. As the king of Chixia Kingdom, Li Yan is too worried to take care of Feilong City. The emperor... will temporarily take over for him for a few days."

boom--

It seemed like a silver lightning struck down from the top of his head, illuminating the frightened eyes of the ghost slave under the mask.

It wasn't until Shui Qingchen's back disappeared into the foggy night that the ghost slave breathed out with difficulty.

Following the instructions of the Emperor of Hell, the ghost slave led his men and finally threw the prisoners into a pack of hungry wolves. Watching them fight and tear apart, the ghost slave squinted at the sun rising from the mountain.

The Emperor of Hell said that the Demon Emperor cared more about his daughter than everyone thought.

But he felt that the Emperor of Hell cared more about the Little Overlord than the Demon Emperor.

notice...

To the point of being deeply in love and crazy.

Care enough to scare him.

The ghost slave returned to Jianxin Tower full of worries. Ji Fanyin bathed in the sunshine and sat in the courtyard to bask in the sun.

"Ghost slave~" Ji Fanyin glanced sideways at him and said with a smile: "Who seduced you for a walk last night? Huh? Are you back now?"

From the moment her inner power was sealed, she knew that Chenchen had been letting the ghost slave follow her.

Seeing that his clothes were stained with yellow mud and grass clippings, it was not difficult to guess that he must have had a more exciting time than she did last night.

The ghost slave's eyes were on fire, and he asked angrily:
"Why are you alone?"

"Oh~~ My Chenchen was afraid that I was thirsty, so he went into the house to pour me tea~" She was in a good mood and answered simply.

It's like nothing happened last night.

The ghost slave became even more angry.

Because of this little ancestor, people outside are already overwhelmed.

From the commander-in-chief of Feilong City to the city gate soldiers, no one who had even the slightest connection to what happened last night could escape the punishment of the Emperor of Hell.

Looking closer, the maids serving in Jianxin Tower are all new faces today.Ji Fanyin looked at the ghost slave with a smile and asked:

"What's your expression? You're looking at me with a resentful look. Do you have something to say to me?"

The ghost slave looked away and said against his will:
"Nothing to say..."

"Oh." Ji Fanyin pursed her lips and joked: "I thought you would at least say sorry."

The ghost slave's eyes widened and he looked at her as if he saw a ghost:
"Why should I apologize?"

Ji Fanyin slumped her shoulders and said pitifully:
"I was bullied to the point of almost dying. Are you worthy of my family Chenchen's entrustment and me who was seriously injured?"

The ghost slave snorted, walked up to her, rolled up his sleeves, revealing the hideous whip marks, and his eyes said:

Are you sure you want to compete with me about who was hurt more seriously? !
Ji Fanyin blinked, thinking he was dazzled.

The ghost slave silently pulled open his collar again.

This morning, after dealing with those people, he consciously accepted the punishment for dereliction of duty - a full 27 lashes, which left his skin and flesh torn to pieces, and blood marks crisscrossed his body.

Ji Fanyin closed her mouth tightly, her bright eyes filled with surprise.

She turned back, took a quick look into the room, took out last night's ointment from her sleeve, stuffed it into the ghost slave's sleeve, and said in a low voice:

"Idiot, you can't be too honest."

You can tell from the smell of the blood on his body that he didn't apply any medicine to the injuries on his body.

The ghost slave's eyes flickered and he was speechless.

Can he still lack this bottle of medicine from her?
The ghost slave laughed angrily, took out the medicine, and threw it back. He lowered his head to see what it was, and then... put it away silently.

this bottle...

He really didn't!
(End of this chapter)