deadly mantra

Chapter 865 Unconditional Trust
Outside the window, crystal snowflakes were flying down.

Bed.

Ji Fanyin curled up in Shui Qingchen's arms, sleeping soundly.

She didn't know what sweet dream she had, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and there was a smile between her eyebrows.

After a while, Shui Qingchen opened his eyes, and gently pressed his fingertips on her wrist. His brows suddenly furrowed due to the pulse.

He collected medical skills from all over the place, and found precious ingredients for medicinal meals...

He made the decoction with his own hands and learned how to make the medicinal diet from the doctor...

All these efforts put together are far less effective than the bottle of medicine sent by Leng Hongru.

And what price does she need to pay for that bottle of medicine?

Or rather, she had never even thought about this issue.

just because...

It was given by Leng Hongru.

She ate it regardless of the consequences.

Shui Qingchen could hardly help but think of what Leng Hongru had said to Ji Fanyin -

"Once the blood contract is reached, our lives will be tightly connected."

"You give birth, I give birth."

"If you die, I will be buried for you."

"No one can break the bond between you and me."

Leng Hongru's voice echoed over and over again like a curse coming from hell.

Shui Qingchen's head throbbed with pain.

The next moment, what Leng Yanwen said also came to mind.

Leng Yanwen:
"The blood contract is a bond that is engraved deep in the soul and lasts forever."

"Do you know what eternity is?"

"Not only in this life, but also in the next life, and the next life..."

"As long as you have a breath, you will find her if you crawl out of the bloody road." "Only a shadow servant can experience the feeling of a bond carved deep into the soul."

……

Shui Qingchen's face darkened, anger boiled in his heart, and his thin lips pursed into an iron-like line.

patience!
endure! !

Shui Qingchen endured it for a long time, and his fingertips couldn't stop trembling.

He walks out of the room.

The cold wind was biting, like a blade, penetrating his thin clothes and hitting his shaky self-control.

Seeing him like this, the ghost slave flew down from the roof and persuaded him uneasily:

"Human Emperor, with that temper of the little overlord, how could he be willing to succumb to the cold poison and be trapped in this small courtyard all day long?"

Shui Qingchen looked at the ghost slave intently, until he looked away uncomfortably, and then asked in a deep voice:
"When did it happen?"

The ghost slave immediately replied:

"Yanhuang, you happened to go out that day and went to the private kitchen in the south of the city to learn how to make sweet and sour fish. Qing Mo from Qifei Palace sent a few things, so the little bully picked two and returned the rest. At that time, my subordinates left. Yuan didn't see clearly what it was, so he made the decision without reporting it to the Emperor of Hell. Just then he thought carefully about why the Emperor of Hell was so concerned about the Little Overlord's absence all night, and then thought that when she came back this morning, there was nothing wrong with her body. , and then I realized that the cold poison in her body might have been temporarily suppressed."

After saying that, Gui Nu observed Shui Qingchen's expression, and finally understood why the little bully said to Qing Mo that day, "I will give you a way to live, who will give me a way to live?" "Don't look at Shui Qingchen, who seems to be very talkative on weekdays. He looks very jealous."

When I heard it at the time, I thought she was trying to make Qing Mo off as a joke.

Now that I think about it, she still understands the Emperor of Hell's thoughts better.

The ghost slave added another sentence:
"Actually, no matter where the medicine comes from, it's a good thing."

Shui Qingchen lowered his eyes lonely, feeling complicated in his heart:
"Leng Hongru's behavior may be extremely dangerous, but his life is closely connected with Xiaoyin. From this point of view, he should not do anything to harm Xiaoyin. Maybe...maybe I am preconceived, I’m thinking too much. Maybe there is a medical book that I haven’t read yet, and it just records ways to relieve cold poison.”

Shui Qingchen closed his eyes and calmed down his emotions a little.

At this moment, a cheerful laughter floated into the courtyard along with the cold wind.

Then, a beautiful figure crossed the high wall and came into view of the two of them.

"Brother Xiu~ It's been so many years since we've seen each other. Are you okay when you come back?"

(End of this chapter)