deadly mantra

Chapter 945 You almost lost me
Ji Fanyin had a bright smile on her face.

She didn't seem to see the anger in Yan Aobai's eyes after he realized he had been deceived.

"Chenchen, I wrote your name many times."

Shui Qingchen's eyes moved slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips:
"Where is it written? I want to see it."

Ji Fanyin sighed regretfully:

"Chenchen, you can't see it anymore."

"Why?"

Ji Fanyin replied:

"I was worried that someone passing by would accidentally step on Chenchen's name. Before I came back, I cleaned up the snow in the yard."

Yan Shanjing was stunned when he heard this.

clean up?

clean? !
She destroyed an entire wall!
With that attitude, who could believe that she just wanted to clean up the snow on the ground, not "clean up" people! ?
Shui Qingchen asked:

"Clean up the snow, just clean up the snow. What's going on with your hair?"

"This..."

Ji Fanyin smiled sheepishly:

"Maybe... uh, my way of clearing the snow is a little unusual? At that time, Mr. Xiaoyan was standing in front of me, and Commander Yan approached from behind. He misunderstood and... cut him down."

"From behind?" Shui Qingchen repeated slowly.

"Yes!" Ji Fanyin nodded solemnly and said, while gesticulating: "Commander Yan is so powerful! I heard the voice, turned my head, and the knife stopped on my head, right here, right above my head. Fortunately, it was Yan. Commander, if the one holding the sword is Xuan Benben, that terrifying posture... Tsk, Tsk, Chenchen, you might lose me."

Shui Qingchen used a little force to hold the handkerchief wrapped in green silk, without saying a word, and a cold light flashed through his eyes.

Seeing this, Ji Fanyin took a long breath and quickly apologized:
"Of course, I'm blessed with good fortune and I have Chen Chen to worry about. It's impossible for anything to happen to me, so it's just a few hairs. Chen Chen, don't worry, I'm fine, really!"

Shui Qingchen took off the purse from his waist, put the strand of black hair in it, slowly tied the purse tightly, and tucked it into his sleeves:
"Come closer, let me take a look."

"Ah? Just a few, a small wisp, can you see it?"

Ji Fanyin tilted his head and moved closer.

When she bent down, a few strands of soft hair fell down from her shoulders, blocking half of her face and line of sight.

Shui Qingchen's fingertips lifted up the hanging green hair and stroked it behind her ear. A numbness arose in his fingertips. He slowly moved down from the tip of her brow to touch her ear, where he paused for a moment.Ji Fanyin's heart skipped a beat and her cheeks turned slightly red:

"what happened?"

"do not move."

The coldness faded from Shui Qingchen's eyes, his eyes moved down to her slender neck, then came back, stared at her face, and asked:
"Does it hurt?"

Ji Fanyin raised his hand to touch it.

Shui Qingchen said "Don't move" again.

Ji Fanyin felt his calloused fingers slowly rubbing the skin around her ears.

Her cheeks suddenly turned redder.

"It doesn't hurt."

After hearing what she said, Shui Qingchen's face immediately turned gloomy.

Ji Fanyin gradually lost her sense of pain, so she naturally couldn't feel the injury on one side of her cheek, near her ear, caused by Yan Shanjing's sharp knife energy.

The wound was not long and as thin as a hair, making it difficult to detect.

Shui Qingchen moved his fingertips there and pressed lightly.

Blood flowed out.

Ji Fanyin felt it and was about to move when Shui Qingchen's big hand suddenly pinched her chin:
"do not move."

Qing Yuxuan hurried over and saw that it was a minor injury. He breathed a sigh of relief and took out a handkerchief and handed it over:
"Brother Qingchen, use this."

Shui Qingchen didn't know what he thought of, his expression gradually became solemn, and he asked again:
"Does it hurt?"

Ji Fanyin's chin was still pinched by him, and he blinked before answering:
"pain."

Shui Qingchen raised his eyes and stared into her eyes:

"to be frank."

Ji Fanyin choked and found it difficult to answer.

(End of this chapter)