deadly mantra

Chapter 55 The Emperor of Hell, I feel distressed!

Room on the first floor.

Shui Qingchen opened the window and let the cool breeze flow into the house.

Under the moonlight, listen to the water light refracted by the cold pond, reflected on the window.

Ji Fanyin was not used to people following her, so she took Lingming to the backyard in the morning. Without her permission, those servants did not need to go near the main building for the time being.

In this way, in the huge Liushuang Pavilion, late at night, one can hear the sound of leaves falling on the water, and the sound of water hitting the shore.

The quieter and pure the surroundings are, the more Shui Qingchen's heart can hear the rising and falling sounds in his mind——

Even if you have the same surname but different fates, even if you go back 500 years, you will still be eating from a wealthy family, while I, ha, maybe, am still competing with beggars on the street for food.

One day, I must break out of my own power.

No matter who my biological father is, I just want to be the child he carries on his back and makes him proud.

Even if it’s late, you’re still someone else’s.

These sounds were like spider webs in winter, tightening inch by inch and tightening around Shui Qingchen's heart inch by inch.

This force is not heavy. He can get out of it with a little strength.

but……

Shui Qingchen didn't want to escape or break free.

He wanted to follow every thread, every thread, to explore and understand how she got here alone in the blank period when he didn't meet her.

Shui Qingchen looked at the sparkling Tinghanchi and sighed.

That sigh was mixed with a trace of heartache, a trace of anguish, and a trace of annoyance.

He turned around and sat down on the chair by the window.

At this time, the refreshing wind suddenly became a little restless.

Shui Qingchen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the ends of his eyes swept back.

The ghost slave appeared quietly and sat down on a stool not far away.

"The Emperor of Hell seems to be feeling a lot of emotion. What happened tonight?" A hoarse voice sounded.

Shui Qingchen fell into deep thought. After a while, a trace of sadness appeared between his brows, and he sighed in a low voice:
"Her words are mixed between truth and falsehood. Compared to the part about her and the beggar competing for food, I want to believe that her life experience is true."

The ghost slave was stunned, a little stunned:

"Fighting for food with beggars? The dignified Shan Dao Alliance, the first gang in the Chixia Kingdom, and the illustrious Queen's mother clan, no matter how poor they are, they won't be reduced to such a miserable situation, right?"

"Huh?" Shui Qingchen glanced sideways behind him: "What happened to the Good Sword Alliance?"

The ghost slave was even more confused:

"Who is the Emperor of Hell talking about?"

Shui Qingchen let out a long sigh and said distressedly:
"Who else could it be, the little bully?"

The ghost slave took a breath of surprise and stared at the sad master in the candlelight:

"Human Emperor? You have been waiting for nearly 14 years and have been looking forward to meeting today. You even went down the mountain early and arranged everything just so that when you meet her, you can retire hand in hand with her without any scruples. In order not to give her You have even given up on the Holy Buddha Kingdom to bring trouble. Now, you have finally met me, Lord Yama, but you are thinking about the little overlord? Are you not excited at all?"

Shui Qingchen raised his eyebrows and said calmly:

"I'm excited, I'm excited."

The ghost slave looked around, looking for a mirror to put in front of someone.

Shui Qingchen said again:

"And, when did I abandon the Holy Land of Buddha?"

The ghost slave pulled his gaze back, and when he laughed strangely, his already hoarse voice became even more ghostly and creepy in the dark night:

"Haha, little master, I've been with the old master and the young master, and you can't deceive me. You have many ways to achieve your goal. But you chose the most convenient and cruelest way. , treat the Holy Family. Isn’t it just to be able to return to seclusion as soon as possible.”

Shui Qingchen was silent for a while and took a deep breath:

"Oh, I've been seen through. Grandpa taught me how to deal with the crisis at this time." The tone was calm, showing no scruples and ease, and it was also the most direct threat.

The ghost slave froze, his brows twitching, and an unprecedented chill hit his back.

A gust of cool breeze blew in from the window.

On the lotus-shaped lampstand, candle oil dripped down, and the bright candle flame flickered and dimmed.

Shui Qingchen looked at the ghost slave with a faint smile.

The elegance in every gesture is accompanied by a powerful aura.

This aura is very different from that of the old master and the young master.

The little master has loved to laugh since he was a child. That smile is neither thick nor light, and does not have too many emotional ups and downs. It is just an ordinary expression and does not put too much pressure on people. However, it is this calmness that is different from ordinary people. The little master has shown shocking restraint and calmness since he was a child.

In the past two years, this calmness has evolved into an aura of astonishing awe and terrifying.

Sometimes, when he just glances over, the ghost slave will shiver all over, fearing that the little master is thinking about the shocking plan of ghosts and gods again.

Also, thinking about how big the world is, there is nothing else that the King of Hell is afraid of.

He was the man who threw the majestic king of the Buddhist and Holy Kingdom into a prison without even blinking an eyelid.

The ghost slave's fingers were cold and his heart felt chilly. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe the hot sweat from his forehead, but he didn't dare to reveal his fear.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, a figure passed through my mind.

The ghost slave quickly said:

"The Emperor of Hell said just now, what happened to the little overlord?"

The tactic of changing the topic was as bad as ever.

The ghost slave's heart was trembling with annoyance when he suddenly heard a worried sigh floating from the front.

"She..."

Shui Qingchen looked away from the ghost slave:

"She makes me unable to see through her, and I can't tell which sentence is true."

Unexpectedly, the ghost slave succeeded in diverting the master's attention this time. A thought came out and he exclaimed:

"Huang Huang, you won't fall in love with the little bully, will you?"

Shui Qingchen glanced at Gui Nu, as if he asked a meaningless question:
"If I don't like her, why should I wander around in Qiushuicheng so many times."

The ghost slave frowned in confusion and reminded:
"My subordinate said... it's not the kind of love, it's... the kind between men and women... uh."

"Ghost slave."

Shui Qingchen smiled: "I haven't let you follow Xiaoyin these two days. Do you think it's too leisurely? You actually have time to think about these things."

The ghost slave shook his shoulders, stood up immediately, made a big 120-degree bow, and said loudly:

"Congratulations to the Emperor of Hell! Congratulations to the Emperor of Hell! I finally got my wish! I met Miss Bao! No more seeing things and missing people!"

Hearing the sound, his slender fingers subconsciously touched the purse in front of his waist.

Shui Qingchen glanced at Gui Nu, and his warm voice revealed a deep smile:
"What exactly did Xiaoyin do to you? To make you so scared that you follow her again?"

The cold mask covered the ghost slave's expression, but it failed to cover up the embarrassment that showed in his eyes for a moment.

Silence for three seconds.

The ghost slave's waist bent 180 degrees downwards, and he said in a hoarse voice as if he was about to die:
"My subordinates are loyal and loyal to the Emperor of Hell, but... if you send me to protect the little overlord again, why not let me farm. Li Xunyuan is on standby outside the city. Why not... let him follow the little overlord instead? Overlord, he is better at Qinggong than me, so he will definitely not lose me."

Qixia City, outside the city, inside the ruined temple.

A sound came from the broken window covered with a thick layer of spider webs——

ah-

Li Xunyuan turned his back to the window, lowered his head, rubbed his nose, and muttered:
"Huh? Why am I feeling a little cold for no reason."

(End of this chapter)