deadly mantra

Chapter 948: Can you cure the disease of lying?

He Meng was silent for a moment and then said:
"The poisonous spiders cultivated by Uncle Yu are ferocious in nature and kill their own kind. When hunting, they first tie up the prey with the sticky silk they emit, and then use their poisonous fangs to bite them one by one. When the poison penetrates the five internal organs and limbs of the prey, the corpse turns into a After drinking the liquid, suck and swallow it in big mouthfuls."

She covered her stomach, as if she was disgusted:

"That's what the blood spider is like. The blade fed by it is infiltrated with poison even in its sword energy. Once it is stained, even the most inconspicuous small wound will be like a spider silk wrapping or a hundred poisons scratching the heart, and the deceased can clearly feel it. Really, my body is festering little by little, it’s just... extremely bad!"

Ji Fanyin was quite surprised:
"Yan Shanjing looks quite decent."

He Meng didn't know Yan Shanjing, she only knew that the poison made her sick.

Back in the house, Ji Fanyin washed her face with hot water, changed into clean clothes, sat cross-legged on the carpet at the door, caught the tea handed by Cang Lie, took a sip, and handed it back.

Cang Lie caught it with both hands and asked worriedly:
"how?"

Hemeng knelt aside, carefully examined Ji Fanyin's face, and shook his head in disbelief:
"No wound."

Ji Fanyin said with a smile:

"I said it's okay, but you two still don't believe me. I'm Ji Fanyin, who can hurt me~"

He Meng:

"But, the blood on the handkerchief..."

Ji Fanyin joked:

"Blood is for bluffing people."

"Really?"

"Why are you lying to me?"

At this time, Shui Qingchen's voice came from the house.

"Xiaoyin, come in."

Ji Fanyin trembled all over and turned back stiffly:
"what……?"

He Meng was very considerate and said:

"Boss, Mr. Shui is calling you to come in."

The corners of Ji Fanyin's mouth trembled a few times:
"Yes, is it?"

"Yes, boss..."

"Hemeng." Cang Lie interrupted her: "No need to repeat it. She heard it clearly, but she just didn't dare to go in."

Ji Fanyin gritted his teeth:
"Canglie!"

Shui Qingchen was sitting in the room, holding a cookbook in his hand and flipping through it casually:
"I'll count 3 times, 1,..." Ji Fanyin felt that her whole body was chilled and she was exhausted, so she handed her wrist to her side:

"Hemeng, I seem to be ill. Please help me feel my pulse."

He Meng said "Huh?" and just touched her pulse with his finger.

"2..."

"Here! I'm here..." Ji Fanyin stood up immediately and ran towards the house in a panic.

He Meng was dumbfounded:
"what's going on……"

Cang Lie has long been used to this scene and is ready to go about his own business.

When he reached the courtyard, he turned around and looked at the person standing in front of the door:
"What are you doing standing there stupidly? Let's go."

"But, the boss said she was ill, I..."

Cang Lie said expressionlessly:

"Can you cure the disease of lying?"

He Meng's eyes widened, his teeth bared, and he shook his head quickly:
"It can't be cured! It can't be cured! I can't cure this!"

Cang Lie stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes far-reaching.

This disease goes deep into the bone marrow.

Only man can cure it.

In the room.

Shui Qingchen spat with thin lips:
"...2."

3. Exports have not yet been counted.

The little figure had rushed in quickly, straddling his lap, and covered his lips with her cold hands.

"Don't count to 3!" Ji Fanyin threatened with a sullen face and narrowed eyes.

Shui Qingchen's eyes flashed slightly, and he leaned back on the chair with his body stretched, looking at her without saying a word.

Ji Fanyin changed her face as if she were flipping through a book, and grinned in a flattering way:
"Hehe... don't, I won't come now, so I won't bother Chenchen to count anymore."

Shui Qingchen laughed softly.

Ji Fanyin's cheeks turned red, and she moved her hand from his lips and pressed it on his strong chest.

(End of this chapter)