deadly mantra

Chapter 56 She is worthy of my whole life to protect her
Liushuang Pavilion.

Shui Qingchen originally just asked casually, but when he saw this, he smiled:

"I understand your determination deeply."

"Thank you to the Emperor of Hell for giving me a way out!"

"Tsk... Haha, Xiaoyin is just a noisy child, not that scary."

A shiver ran down the ghost slave's back, and he raised his head, his eyes full of horror:

"To be protected so much by the Emperor of Hell and still think that she is just a child, this is what is truly terrifying about her."

Shui Qingchen's emotion of protecting the calf slowly revealed:
"Xiaoyin is worth my whole life to protect."

The ghost slave was stunned.

Shui Qingchen said regretfully:

"She looks to be the same age as Simu, but their experiences are very different. Simu has the love of her parents, but Xiaoyin is alone and helpless."

He frowned slightly, feeling a little distressed, and said:

"I can see that some of Xiaoyin's actions are a little different from ordinary people, but after all, she is not Bao Simu, so we cannot use the judgment of normal people to define her."

The ghost slave's raised neck was painfully stiff, his heart was hanging in the air, trembling, and he asked hesitantly:

"The King of Hell...you, have you noticed?"

"what?"

The ghost slave opened his mouth.

I want to say that tonight, when the Emperor of Hell was carrying the eldest lady's bag, he answered calmly and calmly, but when he mentioned the Little Overlord, the Emperor of Hell always frowned and sighed in distress, as if he couldn't finish worrying.

When the words came to his lips, he was worried that the Emperor of Hell would dislike him for talking too much, so the ghost slave swallowed them back:
"Speaking of which, Emperor Yama, you just found out not long ago that your fiancée is Miss Bao."

Shui Qingchen shook his head slightly, smiled, opened his purse, and poured out a concentric knot from inside.

The concentric knot is an ancient and profoundly meaningful flower knot.

When he first learned about it, the ghost slave told him that in ordinary people's homes, when the bride arrives at the groom's home, she needs to take a piece of colored satin from each family and tie it into a knot of the same heart. meaning.

It's a pity that the two roots in this concentric knot are both from the Yan family, which is something he has always been worried about.

That year, when he was four years old, his grandfather told him that his little fiancée was born and asked him to give something to his grandfather and propose marriage.

As the King of Hell, he has been sitting on the Stone King Sea since he was born, and has been in charge of a sea area. He has a vast world, treasures and stones, but these cannot represent his intentions.

After four days and four nights without sleep, he practiced thousands of times, and finally selected a pair that he liked, and tied a copper coin with his own hands. One of them was given to his grandfather and the other was kept for himself.

Since then, his grandfather Yan Wuya has always taught him——

In all actions, justice should come first.

If, one day, justice and the lady run counter to each other, the lady should come first.

In the next 14 years, toys, clothes, jewelry, and food will all be hand-picked by myself. The ghost slave will hand them over to Grandpa Jianlangya, and then Jianlangya will hand them over to his unmasked young fiancée.

Every year, he would receive a letter recording the daily life of his young fiancée.

Until he was 17 years old, that is, last year.

He had just brewed the Immortal Wine and got Jianlangya drunk. From his words, he learned that his young fiancée was born to a daughter of the Ji family of Chixia Kingdom. She was a martial arts genius and extremely intelligent.

On July [-]th of the coming year, she will take another red rope bracelet with concentric knots and go to the Yunshangduan Tavern she owns to get to know him.

In order to be able to leave without distraction on this day, and in order to gain freedom and prevent her from falling into danger, he secretly arranged for real scholars to get close to Sheng Wenlin and learn from Sheng Wenlin's tone and behavior.

Not long ago, it finally came to fruition.

After 14 years of waiting and a year of anxious patience, he finally saw it. How could he not be excited and unhappy?

He was excited.

he is.

As if to comfort himself, but also as a kind of affirmation, Shui Qingchen clenched his right hand blankly, his eyes became deep:
"Ever since I knew that she was born to a daughter of the Ji family, I started to pay attention to Simu. Every time I understand more about her ambitions, I feel more proud. Pride is really a wonderful thing. I I should stop those fallacies, but I hope that she can straighten her back and raise her head, like Xiaoyin, who is strong, confident, and not afraid of worldly faces, holding up the sky above her head, and standing proudly here world.”

The ghost slave breathed a sigh of relief and said sincerely: "I hope she can live up to the expectations of the Emperor of Hell."

Shui Qingchen's eyes softened and he smiled:
"It doesn't matter if she disappoints me. The most important thing is that she can have the courage to try again a hundred times, a thousand times, or ten thousand times when she fails. I am willing to accompany her to try again."

The room fell into silence.

The two are thinking about each other.

After a while, Shui Qingchen stood up and walked towards the door.

The ghost slave asked:
"Human Emperor, it's almost dawn, where are you going?"

"It's time to close the window."

After leaving a word, Shui Qingchen opened the door.

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It was the sound of footsteps going upstairs.

The ghost slave walked to the window, stuck his head out, and looked up.

Squeak——

The window upstairs was closed from the inside.

The ghost slave felt panic again in his heart.

The second floor.

After Shui Qingchen closed the window, he turned very lightly and was about to leave.

A shrill scream, painful and suppressed, floated out from the hanging gauze curtain.

Shui Qingchen paused and rushed to the bedside. He opened the gauze curtain with his big hands. The scene in front of him was like a poisonous needle piercing his eyes.

All I saw was the bed.

Ji Fanyin was like a little frozen zombie, covered with a thin layer of ice, and like a fragile little animal, curled up into a ball with difficulty.

In order to prevent herself from screaming in pain after completely losing consciousness, she tightly grabbed a corner of the quilt with both hands and bit it with her mouth.

The stinging pain in my chest was extremely deep.

Shui Qingchen raised his palm, and Ji Fanyin was lifted up by a strong force. He raised his arms. At the same time, a strong wind blew up the layers of gauze. Shui Qingchen appeared on the bed. The two sat face to face, their hands Palms facing each other.

A stream of true energy, endless and astonishingly rich, flowed continuously from Shui Qingchen's palm into Ji Fanyin's body.

The ghost slave felt the power, was startled, and rushed upstairs quickly.

"Get out!"

The tone is not serious, full of majesty and undeniable power.

The ghost slave was forcefully knocked out of the door by the oncoming force.

"Bang——" Another blast of infuriating energy closed the door.

The ghost slave's eyes were full of anxiety, and he wanted to force his way in, but he was afraid that if he broke in rashly, Shui Qingchen would be harmed by the internal force, so he said anxiously:

"The King of Hell! No! The Luo Sheng Gu poison has just been removed. You can't get angry easily for the time being, let alone use force! Stop quickly and let your subordinates come down!"

In the room, there is strong power, another ten percent increase.

The ghost slave was anxious to heat up the ants on the pot and was spinning in circles.

What the hell is going on inside!
Didn’t the Emperor of Hell come to close the window?

Well, why did you suddenly gain [-]% of your internal energy?

This is unprecedented.

According to the ability of the Emperor of Hell, looking at the seven countries and eight capitals, there are only very few opponents worthy of the Emperor of Hell's serious treatment, let alone those worthy of using [-]% of the force of the Emperor of Hell.

(End of this chapter)