deadly mantra

Chapter 121 Everyone’s hearts are clenched
The sky is low and the clouds are dark, and dark clouds are pressing down on the environment.

The hot and dry weather makes people breathless.

Suddenly, huge thunder exploded in the clouds.

The red lightning tore a hole in the black cloud.

After a while, heavy rain poured down.

Ji Fanyin slowly walked out of the room, looking through the rain curtain to find Shui Qingchen's figure.

He was alone, standing under the circular corridor with his hands behind his hands, elegant and simple, his handsome face slightly raised, watching the rain rolling down the tiles on the eaves.

The solemn atmosphere of the Good Sword Alliance seemed to be cut off by him.

Ji Fanyin pursed her lips, pondered for a moment, and walked towards him.

She said: "It's raining."

Shui Qingchen replied: "Yes, it's raining."

The two stood side by side, looking at the rain and fog in the yard.

The silence didn't last long.

Ji Fanyin stared at Shui Qingchen's profile and couldn't help but say:
"When I came out, Bao Yide went in. The doctor meant..."

She paused and continued word by word:

"Hopeless."

Shui Qingchen nodded calmly without commenting, making it impossible to guess his attitude.

Ji Fanyin's brows twisted imperceptibly:

"You didn't understand, or didn't you hear what I said?"

A smile appeared on Shui Qingchen's face. He glanced sideways and met her dark eyes, taking in all the doubts and temptations in her eyes:

"I understand, and I heard it. It's hopeless, which means we can prepare for the funeral."

This simple sentence came out of Shui Qingchen's mouth, but Ji Fanyin had to think about it again and again.

Shui Qingchen seemed to understand her thoughts, with a warm smile in his dark eyes:
"Xiaoyin, she is her, and you are you. There is no need to use my attitude towards her to speculate on my attitude towards you."

Ji Fanyin's brows relaxed, like a deflated rubber ball, with a shriveled face.

After a moment, she hit his arm hard with her forehead, looked down at the ground, and said dejectedly:
"Are you the roundworm in my stomach?"

There was a doting smile on Shui Qingchen's lips. She turned her eyes to look at the pouring rain and said with a smile:

"Miss Bao is blessed with great fortune. With the Good Sword Alliance and the Ji Mansion by her side, she will definitely turn the danger into safety."

At night.

Thunder and lightning, heavy rain torrential.

The rain column whipped against the window like a whip.

Feng Xiaoyao stood at the door of the room, put her feet up, stretched her neck, and looked hard at the yard next door.

There were bright lights and bustling noises all day long.

He watched for a long time, but could only hear the sound.

He tightened his collar, turned around and entered the house, closing the door to keep out the cold steam.

In the room.

Ji Fanyin sat in a chair and didn't sleep.

The flickering candlelight cast a shadow on her face, making it difficult to see her expression clearly.

Feng Xiaoyao squatted down on the stool, turned to Ji Fanyin and said:

"It's true, Mrs. Bao. I've told her almost [-] times. Why do I need Brother Qingchen to go over alone and tell her what happened yesterday in detail?"

Ji Fanyin's long eyelashes trembled slightly, she raised her eyes, glanced at Feng Xiaoyao, and said boredly:

"I'm probably afraid that you missed the key point."

Feng Xiaoyao crossed his arms and curled his lips.In fact, he just said that casually, not really complaining about anything.

If you tell it a few more times, it will help Bao Simu. Even if you ask him to tell it ten times, a hundred times, or a thousand times, he will still be willing to repeat it boringly.

It's really... it's too quiet in the room, Ji Fanyin doesn't speak, and the thunderstorm outside makes people feel upset.

His heart was really blocked and he had nothing to say.

Ji Fanyin replied and stopped talking.

The room became silent again.

Feng Xiaoyao rubbed her butt back and forth on the stool, unable to sit still.

Ji Fanyin rolled her eyes speechlessly, took a deep breath, and said softly:
"Talk for a while?"

"Okay, okay!" Feng Xiaoyao nodded hurriedly and sat down quickly.

Ji Fanyin doesn't like the continuous rainy weather. This kind of weather will make her feel like a hibernating snake, feeling limp and unmotivated.

"What are you talking about?" Ji Fanyin asked lazily, leaning on the chair.

Feng Xiaoyao thought for a while and said:

"Do you think Baozi will die?"

Ji Fanyin glanced at his worried face and replied:
"During the day, didn't you say that Baozi is the eldest lady of the Shandao Alliance and the only granddaughter of the Ji family, the first noble family. Even if something happens to her, she will be fine."

Feng Xiaoyao sighed:
"That's what I thought at first. But, it's been a day, and I see the disciples of the Good Sword Alliance, one by one, bringing back life-saving precious medicinal materials with great hope, and then going out with sad faces. The imperial doctors in the palace are all here. I tried several times. But Baozi still showed no sign of improvement. In the evening, I saw Miss Luo’s eyes were red."

"She said that Baozi's body was getting colder and colder, his pulse was hard to feel, and his body was already... stiff. She also said that if the cause of the disease could not be found, Baozi would be... afraid that it would be difficult. Until tomorrow."

He said intermittently:

"If I had known earlier that something would happen to her, I wouldn't have said those words yesterday."

Ji Fanyin's clear black eyes looked at Feng Xiaoyao for a moment, then turned her head and looked out the window. Her face was clear and cold, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Feng Xiaoyao was full of tangles, looked up at her, and asked:
"Damn girl, tell me, will she die? Will she?"

Ji Fanyin looked calm:

"I'm not the Lord of Hell, how can I know if she will die? Besides, you believe me when I say no?"

"I believe it!" Unexpectedly, Feng Xiaoyao stared at Ji Fanyin's face and replied seriously and firmly.

Ji Fanyin's heart moved and she asked in surprise:

"why?"

Feng Xiaoyao replied:
"I don't know, but my feeling tells me that I can trust your words."

Hearing the sound, Ji Fanyin's eyes showed a faint smile that was almost invisible. She turned her gaze and looked at the window again:

"Baozi's life so far is like a blank piece of paper that has not been filled with any ink. The Lord of Hell will not accept a soul that has no joy."

Amidst the thunder, her voice was sweet and soft, but it carried a reassuring magic.

Feng Xiaoyao calmed down at the moment. Even though the thunder was rolling outside and the rain was pouring down like the sky was falling, he still felt at ease.

After waiting quietly for another half an hour, the footsteps of several people suddenly came from outside.

It's Shui Qingchen, Luo Zifei and Li Mubai.

Feng Xiaoyao jumped up from the chair, walked over quickly, and opened the door.

After Shui Qingchen entered the house, he walked straight to Ji Fanyin and asked softly:
"Are you in a hurry?"

Ji Fanyin shook his head and slowly stood up from the chair.

She noticed that Li Mubai's face looked even uglier than in the evening.

Concubine Luo Zizhen lowered her head and walked at the back with heavy steps.

Ji Fanyin couldn't help but raise her head and glance at Shui Qingchen.

(End of this chapter)