deadly mantra

Chapter 771 The one I want to get closer to is you
The moonlight was dim.

The sad smile contained a mockery of past memories, like a ripple on the surface of a lake, quickly passing through Phytolacca's eyes.

After disappearing in an instant, only indifference remained in the depths of his eyes.

In a very steady tone, he said:
"Little girl, your parents gave you a good-looking face, not for you to use to deceive others."

Ji Fanyin's eyes flashed and she glanced at him without answering.

Shanglu stood up, and her tall body instantly blocked the moonlight that shone on her face:
"I've been fooled by you once, and I won't be fooled a second time. You don't even know who I am, do you?"

Ji Fanyin narrowed her eyes slightly:
"you……"

Shanglu took a step closer to her, and a sense of oppression came over him:
"Who am I? What is my surname? What is my name? You can't answer that, can you? Why did you deliberately say bad things to me? Why are you looking for trouble? Did you come to me to restore the situation, or... Want to anger me?"

Ji Fanyin clenched her little hands in her pockets, stabilized her expression, and hummed twice with a smile on her face:
"I just said, I am..."

One step closer.Shang Lu lowered his head and his eyes fell on her face with deep meaning:
"It's a shame, I'm really annoyed and angry..."

He deliberately slowed down his voice.

Sure enough, he caught the flash of excitement in her eyes.

He changed the subject and said:

"But it's a pity that I have to leave tomorrow. It's a long way home, and I'm worried about running into robbers on the road. So, on the eve of departure, no matter how hurtful your words are, I won't fight with you. I You have to conserve your strength to deal with unknown dangers.”

Ji Fanyin said anxiously:
"I'm just a little old. It's just a fight with me. It won't cost you much energy."

Shangluca pursed his lips into a smile:

"I don't dare to underestimate your strength."

Ji Fanyin was depressed.

She had just regained her inner strength and needed to have a hearty fight with someone to enjoy herself.

She retorted:

"If I was strong, how could I be bullied by you that night and be unable to fight back?" Shanglu shook his head slightly:
"It's just a coincidence. That night, I checked your pulse. At that time, you had no internal strength. And tonight..."

The two were very close.

Shang Lu leaned down and looked at her level:

"You are very different tonight. Not long ago, someone needed help from outside to climb over the wall. A moment ago, I didn't even notice that someone was sitting on the wall."

While Ji Fanyin was slightly stunned, Shanglu said in a leisurely tone:
"You are very smart and know how to use old friends' things to irritate me, but you are still too young. People will change. If I have cultivated a potted flower for five years and put in all my hard work, I will still consider whether it is worth it. A waste of time. Xiao Fanyin, how old are you this year? 14? 15? Do you know how long she has been gone? 18 years. Not eighteen days, but a full 18 years."

He smiled and said:
"You also know that people have to move forward. How long do I have to be sad for a person who has passed away before my love is deeply rooted? Even if my love is deeply rooted, she will still be there in five years, ten years, 15 years, 18 years. Can you come back to me? No. Then why am I still sad? You don't naively think that I will fall into the trap you set and fight with you for an old thing from 18 years ago, do you? ?”

The expression on Ji Fanyin's face gradually settled and became deep and solemn.

Shang Lu stretched out his hand towards her fair little face. :
"I want to be closer to you more than the old person from 18 years ago."

Ji Fanyin avoided his hand and took two steps back.

The cold moonlight shone on her face again.

She frowned, disappointed:

"What a big mistake...I forgot to estimate the fickleness of people's hearts."

After a long time, a deep sigh seemed to come from deep in the chest.

Ji Fanyin raised her head, looked at him, and asked unwillingly:

"You really don't want to fight with me?"

Phytolacca smiled and shook his head:

"Sorry. I don't like the sticky feeling after sweating. Besides, I'm good at writing, not martial arts."

(End of this chapter)