deadly mantra

Chapter 65 Worried about Feng Benben’s IQ

Bao Simu waved his hand and said:

"What nonsense are you talking about? I can't blame you for this matter. You are also a victim. It's okay. You don't have to be sorry. My dad is used to cleaning up my messes. Uncle Song is here now. He must have been stopped by someone on the top of the cloud before he came in. He should be worried now that the fight inside has something to do with me."

With that said, Bao Simu glanced at the door of the room and felt that he was too embarrassed to go in and see that person for the time being, so he turned to Ji Fanyin and said:

"Sister Luo's baggage was left with that bastard Bao Jingtong. I will take Sister Luo home first, freshen up, and then find a doctor to check her to see if she is injured. Uncle Song is probably in a hurry now. Yes, so...so, I won’t go in, and we’ll see you later.”

Watching the elegant pavilion on the wall, the door is closed tightly.

Shui Qingchen was sitting inside, and he could hear the sounds in the corridor clearly.

After a while, Ji Fanyin opened the door and walked in with Feng Xiaoyao one after another.

When turning to close the door, Ji Fanyin paused deliberately.

Bao Simu supported Concubine Luo and slowly passed by the door.

When their figures disappeared in the corridor, Ji Fanyin slowly closed the door, walked into the observation deck, leaned out half of his body, and looked down from the fourth floor.

"They've reached the stairs."

"Going down to the third floor."

From the corner of her eye, she glanced secretly at Shui Qingchen, then quickly pulled back and continued her report:

"We're on the second floor~"

"First floor."

"Path to the hall."

"I'm about to go out through the gate, and I won't be able to see it."

"I can't see it anymore."

Shui Qingchen pressed the corners of his twitching eyes with his fingertips, and suddenly wanted to push someone on his knees and beat him up.

Feng Xiaoyao sat aside, using the sharp sword blade as a mirror, twisting his neck, carefully looking at the sword wound on his neck over and over again, and muttered:
"Tsk, that's not right. What do you think? I can catch this sword. Hey, damn girl, did you see that man's moves clearly? Which sect does he inherit?"

Ji Fanyin lay on the fence of the observation deck, staring at the doorway where people were coming and going. He stared at it for a long time without saying anything.

After a while, her clever ears suddenly moved, she turned her head and said to Shui Qingchen:
"I heard the clatter of horses' hooves and they were gone."

Shui Qingchen's expression moved slightly, he looked sideways at her for a long time, and asked:

"As you sit here, can you hear the sound of horse hooves in the street?"

Ji Fanyin shrugged:

"It's just this distance, can't you hear me?"

Feng Xiaoyao made a sound, closed the sword that was as sharp as clay, put it into the sword bag, and slowly placed it on the table.

Raising his head, he looked at the two people in front of him, his expressions were rare and serious:
"So, who are you two? I can only hear the sounds in the corridor, the chattering downstairs, and the trivial sounds of guests coming and going."

With a warm voice, Ji Fanyin looked back at Feng Xiaoyao, looked at him carefully, and said:
"Three years. Based on your qualifications, if you don't waste or slack off during this period, you will be able to hear it in another three years."

Feng Xiaoyao said in surprise:
"Three years? How did you calculate that?"

Ji Fanyin pointed to his head:
"here."

Her eyes were like swords, but her tone was casual:

"You have a good sword, but unfortunately, you can control it, but you can't exert its full power."

Feng Xiaoyao frowned and asked:
"Why?" Ji Fanyin originally didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but the light in her eyes turned and fell on the side of Shui Qingchen's face.

Thinking of his "Fengdi", Ji Fanyin secretly cursed herself for being poisoned by Shui Qingchen, and replied:

"Although the swordsmanship you have learned is not very sophisticated, if you are willing to study it steadily, with your qualifications, you should be able to fight Lu Wenxing in twenty moves. However."

Feng Xiaoyao's heart was lifted instantly, and she was so nervous that she held her breath:

"But what?"

Ji Fanyin narrowed her eyes, showed a wicked smile, and said quickly:
"However, you are an arrogant person with high ambitions and low hands. You are so ambitious and eager for success. Your flashy swordsmanship is as good as an embroidered pillow."

"You!" Feng Xiaoyao slapped the table angrily and stood up.

Ji Fanyin raised her eyebrows and took a long breath:

"What are you doing? I just saved your life and confiscated your money. I was already being polite to you. Why are you staring? Your eyes are not as wide as mine. Be careful that I deduct your wages."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xiaoyao's arrogance was immediately reduced by half, and he said anxiously:

"You went back on your word! You said you wouldn't deduct my wages casually."

Ji Fanyin chuckled coolly:
"Feng Benben, did I say you are not allowed to disobey me? You just forgot what I said this morning."

"When did I disobey you?"

As soon as Feng Xiaoyao finished speaking, he understood instantly and said confidently: "You don't dare to cause trouble and don't want to save people. If I save people, I will disobey you? Are you still unreasonable? Do you want me to open my eyes and look at the innocent girl? Are you being ruined?"

Ji Fanyin was in a bad mood today and didn't want to talk too much. Now, she was really worried about Feng Xiaoyao's IQ and couldn't help but curse:
"I call you Feng Benben, do you really think you are a fool?"

"you!"

"What are you doing? Sit down and say it only once."

Ji Fanyin took a deep breath, glared at the other side, and said:

"[-]. I've never been a good person, so don't use this tool of punishing evil and promoting good on me. If you don't save me, you won't save me."

Feng Xiaoyao blushed and widened her eyes. She wanted to talk back, but Ji Fanyin glared back.

"Martial arts is accumulated bit by bit from actual combat. Those who are unable to protect themselves are their own incompetence. Why should others come to save them? If I don't become stronger, I can save her today. I can save her." Her whole life?"

Ji Fanyin's words were harsh and she continued without giving Feng Xiaoyao a chance to fight back:
"Secondly, if you want to be a hero, you must also see if that beauty needs your help. I can smell such a strong medicinal fragrance while sitting here. Is your nose just a decoration? You guys If he had appeared a little later, Bao Jingtong would have died suddenly on the spot due to the reflux of Qi and blood."

Feng Xiaoyao was stunned:

"How could it be? Lu Wenxing, is he ready to take action?"

Ji Fanyin rolled her eyes speechlessly, placed her hands on her hips, and cursed angrily:

"You idiot! Lu Wenxing took action against Concubine Luo. You are so stupid that you expect a killer to point the sword in your hand at your employer for the sake of a mere unrelated person!"

She held her head against her head and felt a lot of irritation.

Feng Xiaoyao was confused after being scolded, and opened her eyes in a daze:

"Then, what exactly is that..."

The words suddenly stopped, and Feng Xiaoyao's eyes widened in disbelief:
"Ah! Brother Qingchen!"

Ji Fanyin grabbed the teacup on the table and smashed it on Feng Xiaoyao's head:
"Brother, you are a ghost!"

(End of this chapter)