deadly mantra

Chapter 832: Can you still bear it?

The doors and windows were closed to keep out the cold.

Inside, the temperature is pleasant.

The unique smell of soothing incense brings you to dreams with the sounds of Givenchy.

In the dream, thousands of sky lanterns floated in the wind, covering the bright starry sky and keeping it bright all night long.

There were many people standing on both sides of the red carpet.

Kill Li, Suqi, Master Xuan...

Almost all the masters of the 72nd Hall of the Demon Palace were present.

Manjiu, Suzaku...

Everyone from Qifei Hall is also there.

Leng Hongru took her right hand and stepped forward steadily on the blood-red carpet.Shui Qingchen, dressed in red, stood at one end of the red carpet, waiting for his bride.

Suddenly, the dream suddenly changed.

The world was spinning for a while, and my feet were in the air, as if I was falling into the abyss.

When Ji Fanyin opened her eyes, she was the only one left around her.

Layers of fog obscured the field of vision, and one could only tell that this place was the underground palace of Demon Emperor Xiao Ling.

The joy of the previous moment was instantly replaced by uneasiness.

The next moment, the stacked steps penetrated the palace and stretched to the sky.

The sun shines on the steps, dispersing most of the fog.

Someone stepped down from above.

The steady and familiar footsteps seemed to have a soothing magic power, immediately soothing the panic in Ji Fanyin's heart.

"Father Devil!"

Step by step.

She couldn't wait to run higher.

while shouting.

"Devil Father, I have met the husband you found for me! I like him very much!"

"Devil Father, I have many things to ask you."

"But Demon Father, what I want to say most is, I miss you. Do you miss me? Demon Father, I am back..."

"I'm back, Demon Father!"

I don't know how long it took.

I don’t know how many times I knocked my knee.

Across more than a dozen steps, she finally looked up and saw Demon Father Xiao Ling.He also saw her, stopped, stood on a high place, and looked down.

The thin fog barrier obscured the outstanding appearance of Demon Emperor Xiaoling.

But his eyes were so sharp that even from a long distance, they gave people a great sense of oppression.

"Yin Zai, come here."

He reached out and locked his dark eyes on her.

The look in his eyes was like a rapidly turning whirlpool on the sea surface, dangerous and inviting to sink into.

Ji Fanyin was ecstatic, walked forward quickly and stood beside him:

"Devil Father, I'm back."

"Yin Zai."

"Ok?"

Demon Emperor Xiao Ling stared into her eyes closely, but his tone was very calm:

"Mountain, is it heavy?"

"Huh?" What's the problem?
"Don't you think it's heavy?" Demon Emperor Xiao smiled, and Ji Fanyin was stunned again, following his gaze and looking to the side without knowing why.

Just now, she was so filled with joy that she was so focused on running towards Demon Emperor Xiao Ling that she didn't even notice that there was a mountain standing beside the steps.

The mountain is as high as the stacked steps.

Ji Fanyin was a little confused and asked:
"Devil Father, aren't you? You want me to carve out a mountain just after we met?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the white mist that half covered the mountain slowly dispersed. When he saw clearly what it was, Ji Fanyin's cheeks suddenly changed, and cold sweat broke out on his back:

"That, that is..."

That's not a mountain at all!

It was clearly a mountain of corpses piled up from corpses!
Moreover, those people died in extremely miserable circumstances, with their eyes open as they died.

The dried blood stuck to their bodies, blurring their original appearances. Ji Fanyin could not identify their identities. She just instinctively realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and a deep cold air rushed from the soles of her feet to her head.

Fortunately, she had good concentration and took a few breaths to suppress the strange feeling in her heart.

At this time, Demon Emperor Xiaoling smiled slightly and said:
"Can you still bear it?"

The corners of Ji Fanyin's mouth trembled slightly, and she couldn't smile anymore. She could only bite the bullet and reply:
"If you can't bear it at this level, I'm not qualified to take your last name back."

The Demon Emperor looked at her with interest in his eyes and asked again:

"So now, is it still stable?"

Now?

Ji Fanyin hesitated, looking confusedly at the highest point of the corpse mountain - Mo Jiudi and Huo Liuying. Their faces were bloodless, and they stood there expressionless, staring at her.

(End of this chapter)