deadly mantra

Chapter 59 It's Just the Beginning
Ji Fanyin was speechless and gave Feng Xiaoyao a contemptuous look. When he put down the vase, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the corner of the Xuanbing Crossbow exposed in the ruins.

She was silent for a while, then raised her head and said:
"Lingqiao, you go prepare breakfast and leave it to Feng Xiaoyao to deal with the aftermath."

Feng Xiaoyao said anxiously:

"Why!"

Ji Fanyin glanced at him with cool eyes and said lightly:

"I don't mind giving you time to find your current position again."

Feng Xiaoyao looked at her blankly, suddenly realized, patted her forehead and said:

"Ah! I sold myself to you."

A faint smile appeared on Ji Fanyin's lips:

"It seems you already know what to do."

After all, Feng Xiaoyao was used to being a domineering person, and she was suddenly reduced to a subordinate. She was not used to many things.

Following Dexterity I took the broom, how to use it?He faced a puddle of angular marble on the ground and felt dizzy again.

"Hey... damn girl."

Feng Xiaoyao hesitated for a while and decided to ask for help.

Ji Fanyin stood not far away, her slender wrist resting casually on the guardrail.

A gust of hot wind blew by, blowing her long hair scattered behind her back. She squinted her eyes and raised her chin slightly to welcome the sunshine.

Viewed from behind, she has a somewhat lazy figure and is very petite. In the strong light, she seems to turn into a wisp of white smoke and disappear like water vapor.

Feng Xiaoyao's heart thudded, and she subconsciously opened her mouth and shouted:

"Die! Ya! Head!"

A slightly trembling voice, with a hint of panic.

Ji Fanyin came back to her senses, turned around, and glared at Feng Xiaoyao, who looked frightened and uneasy:
"Why are you shouting so loudly? I'm not far from you."

Feng Xiaoyao's heart was pounding so hard that she was embarrassed to express her worries and said harshly:

"I don't know how to sweep the floor, you teach me!"

Ji Fanyin frowned, a little unhappy:

"I look like I know how to sweep the floor?"

Feng Xiaoyao said matter-of-factly:
"Didn't you live a hard life?"

Ji Fanyin turned sideways and lazily leaned against the balcony railing.

The sun shone from above her head. She looked at Feng Xiaoyao with a half-smile and said:
"Who told you that people who have lived a hard life can sweep the floor and wait on others? Feng Benben, there are three types of people in this world. One type is born mediocre, often doing nothing and getting by. The other type is born Noble, riding the wind and breaking through the clouds, transforming into a dragon. Your brother Qingchen is of this type. People like them have a set of rules for choosing between right and wrong, good and evil, to restrain themselves."

A gust of wind ruffled his green hair, obscuring his sight. Ji Fanyin lowered her cheeks, hooked her hair with her fingers, pushed it behind her ears, and continued with a smile:

"The other type of people are neither mediocre nor noble. They act without scruples, with clear goals and no restrictions. This type of people will not treat themselves badly. Even if they live the most miserable life, they are the king's standards. "

Raising his eyes to look at the stunned Feng Xiaoyao, Ji Fanyin said:

"I have lived a hard life and robbed beggars of food, but this does not mean that I am the humble person you imagined."

Feng Xiaoyao felt her heart tremble when she heard her calm tone, unlike her usual babbling and confused manner, feeling as if she didn't recognize her at all.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly saw a cunning dark light appearing in Ji Fanyin's eyes. She walked up to him, put her jade hand on his shoulder, and said softly:
"So, Feng Benben, we are not from the same place. Don't compare your situation with mine. From now on, I will not treat you badly, and I hope you will not disobey me."

The hand that fell on his shoulder was like a mountain, and Feng Xiaoyao felt that he was half shorter for a moment. Could this be a situation where someone is soft-spoken and short-handed?

Feng Xiaoyao thought this in his heart, and then felt that this was not the case, but he couldn't explain what it was specifically. He only felt that the Ji Fanyin in front of him was different.

This person made him feel oppressed.

Ji Fanyin saw Feng Xiaoyao's changeable expression in her eyes and said nothing, waiting for him to think it through and figure it out.

Feng Xiaoyao's expression changed very quickly, and finally she asked Ji Fanyin with a smile:
"Should I call you miss?"

The implication is that he has found his position.

Ji Fanyin removed her hand from his shoulder and said casually:

"That's not necessary. What's the point of calling me miss in your mouth and dead girl in your heart? I have to watch you acting inconsistently every day."

Feng Xiaoyao raised her thick eyebrows and exclaimed:

"Eh? You know all this?" Ji Fanyin didn't bother to waste any more rolling her eyes, and said as if she knew what he was thinking:
"You don't have to worry, I will deduct your wages. You like to be a villain before being a gentleman, and I also like to take care of things clearly. Your salary will be settled to you on the last day of every month. It's your responsibility. Yes, I will never give you half a cent less. But do you understand the rules of taking people’s money and doing things for them? "

Feng Xiaoyao nodded vigorously, changed his previous hostile attitude, and said seriously:
"I, Feng Xiaoyao, will stick to the words and promises I make until my death. If I take your money, I will do things for you. However, I will not do illegal things such as killing people and looting that violate the moral principles of the world."

Ji Fanyin raised her eyebrows slightly:
"Any other requests?"

Feng Xiaoyao thought about it seriously and felt that she should say something beneficial to the buyer:
"I will be responsible for you and protect you."

"Wait until you truly understand who you sold to before you say such big words."

Ji Fanyin pushed aside the marble fragments with her feet, revealing half a fragment of the Xuanbing Crossbow.

Feng Xiaoyao said "Huh?" and bent down.

He was sitting in a carriage on the street before and had not seen the Xuanbing Crossbow with his own eyes, so he did not recognize this thing.

Just asked out of curiosity:
"What is this? Why did it break?"

Ji Fanyin explained calmly:

"That's what makes you clean up."

Feng Xiaoyao was not stupid and understood immediately:

"This thing cannot be known by dexterity?"

Ji Fanyin nodded:

"Yes."

Feng Xiaoyao blinked and whispered:
"I understand. Dealing with things that cannot be discovered by outsiders is the first thing I have to do."

Ji Fanyin smiled sincerely and said:

"A child can be taught. Do it well and do it well, then you will be able to negotiate with me for a salary increase."

Feng Xiaoyao's eyes suddenly lit up, and his fighting spirit was instantly high. He rolled up his sleeves and started to work.

Ji Fanyin nodded in approval, turned around, walked into the house from the balcony, opened the closet, took out a set of light blue gauze skirt, and walked towards the screen.

After changing her clothes, she walked to the dressing table and sat down.

Holding the bronze mirror with her jade hands, she slowly shifted her position so that it was facing the balcony.

Feng Xiaoyao's busy figure was reflected in the bronze mirror, and he could see it clearly.

The only thing that is unreal is someone's heart.

Ji Fanyin shook his head slightly and fell into deep thought.

The Xuanbing Crossbow is no ordinary thing. It suddenly disappears. How does Chenchen plan to smooth things over?

How can the Good Sword Alliance be a place that allows others to come and go freely?

He openly entered and exited the Good Sword Alliance, and stole the personal belongings of their eldest lady. To a certain extent, this was undoubtedly a provocative act.

Ji Fanyin can think of these problems and has ways to solve them.

What she was really troubled about was Shui Qingchen.

How did he know about cold syndrome, and how could he associate cold syndrome with Xuanbingnu in such a short period of time?
Ji Fanyin's fingertips gently pressed the frown between her eyebrows. She knew best in her heart that what she really wanted to ask was - why?Isn't Bao Simu his fiancée?Why was he willing to help him destroy Bao Simu's Xuanbing Crossbow.

What's next?
Will he still choose to help him between the two of them without hesitation?
Ji Fanyin looked at the reflection in the mirror absentmindedly.

The person in the mirror looked at her with gloomy eyes and absentmindedly.

Same surname but different fate.

Same surname...different fate.

She is also from the Ji family...

Why, Chenchen is not hers.

Why isn't it hers?

Why.

Ji Fanyin's distracted eyes gradually condensed, and the burning obsession in his chest gradually became clearer, becoming more and more courageous.

(End of this chapter)