deadly mantra

Chapter 171 Why did you hit me in the face? !

Early the next morning, Ji Fanyin was dressed neatly, holding the medicine box in her arms, kicked open the door of Feng Xiaoyao's room, hummed a little tune, and strode in.

In the room, Feng Xiaoyao was grinning, his head covered with cold sweat in pain. He froze while putting on clothes and looked toward the door in panic.

Ji Fanyin glanced at him calmly and said politely:

"Don't move. The wound will open. Sister Luo and Chenchen should worry again."

Walking to the table and putting down the medicine box, she walked to the bed in three steps and two steps, and helped Feng Xiaoyao put on her clothes.

Feng Xiaoyao turned away her face awkwardly and stared at the bed curtain. She felt uncomfortable all over and asked in a hoarse voice:
"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to change your dressing, ah!" Ji Fanyin was stunned, slapped her forehead with her little hand, and exclaimed: "I'm here to change your dressing."

Feng Xiaoyao's mouth twitched violently a few times, and she rolled her eyes speechlessly:

"You deliberately teased me, right?"

Ji Fanyin laughed:
"Hey, what are you telling the truth? Come on, take off your clothes again. It's okay~ It hurts. Knowing the pain proves that you are still alive. Only when it hurts will you remember the lesson."

So Ji Fanyin helped Feng Xiaoyao take off her clothes and apply medicine.

After a lot of troubles, when he put on his clothes again, Feng Xiaoyao's whole body was trembling uncontrollably because of the pain.

Ji Fanyin glanced at his excessively pale face, raised her eyebrows involuntarily, turned and walked aside, washed the blood on her hands, and asked casually:

"Why don't you tell Chenchen where your injuries came from?"

Feng Xiaoyao raised her eyes, glanced at Ji Fanyin's back, breathed out weakly, clenched her gums, held back the pain and stood up slowly while holding on to the edge of the bed, her hoarse voice trembling slightly:

"What about you? Why don't you tell Brother Qingchen where I went."

He moved with difficulty and slowly sat down on the couch by the window.

Ji Fanyin picked up the handkerchief, wiped each finger carefully, then threw the handkerchief into the basin stained red with blood, turned around, walked to the window, and said:

"Sister Luo said that since you have been lying down for so many days, you should get more sun, otherwise, you will get moldy."

As she spoke, she raised her arms and pushed open the window with a "squeak" sound.

The sunlight poured in instantly and shone on Feng Xiaoyao's body.

The warm light is slightly dazzling.

Feng Xiaoyao closed her eyes subconsciously, slowly opened them, and asked again:
"You haven't answered me yet, why didn't you tell Brother Qingchen that I went to Jiuqu Mountain."

Ji Fanyin turned around, leaned against the window wall with her back to the sun, her hands folded in front of her chest, her black eyes staring at Feng Xiaoyao's face, and asked:
"It's not what you said. Don't you want me to tell Sister Luo and Chenchen? I don't want them to take risks for you. Did I do something wrong?"

On Feng Xiaoyao's handsome face, two thick eyebrows were furrowed:
"You did nothing wrong, and no one did anything wrong..."

What he said was not sarcastic, he just expressed his true thoughts.

However, Ji Fanyin heard a hint of disappointment, and a trace of hesitation flashed between his brows, but soon he returned to calmness and said:

"When you came back, you were unconscious, but you were holding the Jiuqu Tianyin tightly in your hand. Sister Luo didn't want you to suffer in vain, so she asked Chenchen to go to the Good Sword League in person to get the Jiuqu Tianyin. Leave it in the hands of Medical Immortal Mu Chanyi."

Feng Xiaoyao said "hmm" and nodded weakly:

"These Luo girls have told me all."

After a pause, he murmured to himself:
"But...how I came back and who saved me, Miss Luo doesn't know. She only said that it was a servant from Luoyanju who found me at the door."

Ji Fanyin's eyes flickered and he asked tentatively:

"You don't even remember?"

"Remember...what should I remember?" Feng Xiaoyao suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards Ji Fanyin, with a hint of scrutiny in his gaze.

The corners of Ji Fanyin's lips raised, her expression was as usual, and she replied:
"I'm not you, how would I know what you should remember."

"That's right, you're not me..." Feng Xiaoyao had a hint of fatigue between his brows, closed his eyes, and fell back, leaning against the soft cushions behind him, as if the strength in his body had been drained.In the past two days, he had tried his best to show strength in front of Concubine Luo Zi.

I don't want to be looked down upon by her, nor do I want to worry her.

Now, standing opposite him was Ji Fanyin.

The tight string in my heart finally could no longer support it.

Pictures that cannot be forgotten appear in my mind one by one——

The mountains and fields were shrouded in the breath of death, and the wind was howling.

The swaying tree shadows are like life-threatening ghosts.

27 mutilated corpses hanging from trees.

Jumping will-o'-the-wisp.

Disgusting fishy smell.

A horrific cry for help.

The shrill, piercing sound of a poisonous insect.

as well as……

That ghostly figure, holding an evil sword in his hand, and those bloodthirsty and cruel eyes, lurked in the dark night.

Time and time again, he used the evil sword to cut every inch of his skin, and then sprinkled medicinal powder on the bloody wounds.

Time and time again, he was rescued from the gate of the King of Hell's Palace with good life-saving elixirs, and then dragged back to an even more cruel hell.

"Feng Benben? Feng Benben!" Ji Fanyin's slightly panicked voice seemed to come from a distant place.

Feng Xiaoyao was in great fear, unable to wake up.

Ji Fanyin became anxious, jumped onto the bed, raised his right arm high, and dropped it heavily.

"Snapped--"

The crisp sound of the slap, accompanied by the burning pain, made Feng Xiaoyao snap out of his wits, and his eyes widened with sweat.

That look was full of fear, yet so helpless and confused.

Like not knowing what happened.

Ji Fanyin breathed a sigh of relief.

She had expected that those who survived Lu Wenxing's hands would be trapped in frightening memories and suffer all their lives, without exception.

So, early this morning, she took Concubine Luo Zi's job and came over to give Feng Benben medicine.

Feng Xiaoyao slumped down on the couch, her chest rising and falling violently, breathing heavily, her eyes full of horror, staring at Ji Fanyin.

Her small body completely blocked the sun. She stepped on his legs with both feet and stared at him condescendingly, not knowing what she was thinking.

Feng Xiaoyao's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at her hand hanging in the air. His hoarse voice revealed annoyance and confusion:
"Damn girl! How could you stand on Brother Qingchen's bed without taking off your shoes?"

Ji Fanyin narrowed his eyes, suspecting that he heard wrongly.

Feng Xiaoyao blinked and woke up completely. She covered her face with her left hand and screamed:

"You hit me?! Why did you hit me in the face!?"

Ji Fanyin's eyes widened little by little, staring at Feng Xiaoyao like an idiot.

"Hurry up and get down! How unbecoming is it for a girl like you to spread your legs in front of a grown man!" Feng Xiaoyao raised her soft arms, grabbed the cushion behind her, and chased Ji Fanyin's calf.

(End of this chapter)