deadly mantra

Chapter 916: For him, she wants to live

Ji Fanyin looked up at the flying snow in the sky, swayed her small body from side to side, and said in a joking tone:

"Hey~ don't put a high hat on me, I have no grudges against anyone in the world~ I have nothing to do with them whether they are dead or alive~"

"Boss..."

Ji Fanyin raised her arm and shook the concentric red rope bracelet on her left wrist:

"Did you see it? This is a token of love between Chenchen and I. Did you see the copper coins on it?"

He Meng nodded confusedly.

Saw.There is a copper coin tied to it.

"The only one who has anything to do with me is Chenchen." Ji Fanyin's eyes were indifferent: "How are others doing? What do they do to me?"

He Meng was stunned.

It seems... that's the truth.

Ji Fanyin turned around and looked at Shui Qingchen, her eyes filled with deep nostalgia unconsciously.

She doesn't care about the life or death of others.

However, the longer you stay with him, the stronger your desire to live becomes.

She wants to live.

Live well.

Live happily with him.

This wish is not too much, right?

Ji Fanyin took a long breath, looked at Hemeng, and said:
"…the pain is disappearing."

He Meng was slightly startled.

What does it mean?
Ji Fanyin tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. She seemed to be reminiscing, but also hesitating:
"I didn't notice when it started. I just noticed something strange recently. I seem to be less sensitive to pain."

He Meng's expression was stiff.

No pain?

Could it be a side effect of that bottle of poison?

He Meng looked solemn:

"Do you still have the medicine you took Mr. Shui behind your back?"

carrying?

This wording is a bit scary.

Ji Fanyin said righteously: "Hemeng, please pay attention to your words when you speak in the future. What does it mean to carry my family Chenchen behind your back? My feelings for my family Chenchen can be seen day by day, and there is no trace of falsehood. I am in my family Chenchen." In front of Chen Chen, what you confess is like a piece of white paper~squeaky clean~innocent~"

He Meng was speechless:
"...So, do you still have the medicine?"

Ji Fanyin nodded:

"There's still a little left. Chenchen wasn't happy, so I didn't eat any more."

He Meng took a deep breath.

It has to be the Emperor of Hell.

Ji Fanyin took out the medicine bottle and asked:
"Do you want it?"

"Yes." He Meng reached out to catch it. She couldn't bear it and asked slightly hesitantly: "Boss, is it... Liehanchun?"

Severe cold spring.

The most powerful and inhumane poison among the cold poisons.

A person who has been poisoned by this poison would be better off dead than alive.

He Meng felt extremely painful just thinking about it.

Ji Fanyin raised her eyebrows slightly, a little surprised:

"why are you crying?"

"I cried?"

He Meng wiped it with his hand.

I really cried.

She couldn't imagine how the elder had survived all these years, and she couldn't even imagine how someone could use such a joking tone to overcome the torment and pain she suffered after being poisoned in just a few words.

Ji Fanyin sighed softly:
"Stop crying. You're so ugly. If Chenchen sees it, he'll think I'm bullying you again."

He Meng whispered:
"Yan... Mr. Shui doesn't think so. He is partial. He is even willing to plant the lovesickness Gu on you and give you his life."

"Lovesickness...Gu..." Ji Fanyin lowered her face slightly, with a cold smile on her face: "Still alive?"

"Of course he's alive." He Meng didn't understand why: "Boss, are you kidding? When the love is strong, you will fall in love with the Gu, and you will say a thousand words, hoping that you will know each other. With the pull of the Lovesick Gu, the two people can still be together even if they are thousands of miles apart. The hearts are connected and the minds of each other are connected. When the Gu dies, the person dies, if you die, I will be buried for you. Boss, which one of you raised the Acacia Gu? How did you do it? I have been studying it for five or six years, but I have not been able to feed one alive."

"Feeding? What to feed?"

"Blood." He Meng replied: "It must be fed with its own essence and blood for more than five years."

Ji Fanyin smiled coldly:
"He took the trouble."

(End of this chapter)