deadly mantra

Chapter 69: Are you unwilling to follow me for the rest of your life?
"Be careful!" Shui Qingchen exclaimed and immediately reached out to catch her small body.

Ji Fanyin took advantage of the situation and sat on his lap, holding his waist tightly with her arms and pressing her face against his hot chest.

"You are as naughty as a fox. How could it suddenly pounce on you? What if I didn't catch it?"

As he spoke, his chest shook, and his reproachful voice came from above his head.

Ji Fanyin has been disobedient to discipline since she was a child, but now she feels particularly comfortable listening to it.

"If I didn't catch it, I didn't catch it. At worst, we might fall together and it would hurt. But with you by my side, I still made a profit."

She said with a smile.

Shui Qingchen laughed dumbly, and the smile on his face was filled with a hint of helplessness and a hint of pampering.

It seemed that after meeting her, he couldn't help but sigh and laugh.

The strange thing is the feeling of a soft little ball in your arms.

seem……

not bad.

Shui Qingchen thought so, and put his big hand on the top of her head, stroking it out of habit.

Ji Fanyin raised her head from his arms, like a deer, her innocent eyes turned slightly, and she asked in distress:
"Chenchen, I like you more and more. What should I do if you are not here?"

She has already asked this question.

Shui Qingchen smiled slightly and answered in a low voice without getting tired of it:
"Even without me, you can still become an unparalleled little bully."

Ji Fanyin shook her head in his arms:

"No, I changed my mind. I don't want to be a bully anymore."

She reached out and hugged his handsome cheek, staring at him longingly.

The awe-inspiring righteousness emanating from his brows was like light, driving away the lingering frost on her body.

His profound eyes were like the sea, deep and gentle.

Everything about him fascinates her, makes her addicted, and makes her want to take it for herself.

There was a voice in her heart, screaming fiercely, and she longed with careful patience. She was afraid of disturbing him, so she only dared to pretend to be calm and said with a smile:

"I don't want to be a bully, I want to follow Chenchen."

Shui Qingchen's eyes flashed with dark light, he smiled slightly and said word by word:

"Okay, if you want to tell me why you appeared in Luti Mountain, I will let you follow me for the rest of your life."

"Uh……"

The smile in Ji Fanyin's eyes froze, and the greed in his heart instantly shattered into ice slag.

"What? You don't want to follow me forever?" Shui Qingchen smiled lightly and looked at her.

Ji Fanyin looked away guiltily, moved her butt away from his lap.

"Oh, it's late at night, no wonder I feel so sleepy."

Shui Qingchen's eyes were burning and he chuckled softly:

"It seems that my attraction to you is not as strong as you show."

Ji Fanyin turned around stiffly, pretending that she didn't hear anything, and yawned exaggeratedly:
"Ah~ I'm so sleepy, Chenchen, remember to close the door when you leave."

Without waiting for his answer, she slipped onto the bed and covered her head with the quilt.

After a while, there was an exaggerated snoring sound.

Shui Qingchen had long expected that she would not answer truthfully, but he did not expect that she would not hesitate at all, even skipping the perfunctory lies, and just ignore him.

Shui Qingchen closed the doors and windows, walked down the stairs with the bowl in hand, and returned to his room.

He put the bowl on the table casually, walked to the window as a habit, sat down, and looked up.The ghost slave was a clever man. He walked out from behind the curtain, glanced at the empty bowl, and asked with a deep smile:

"It seems that lotus seed soup is indeed very effective in reducing fire."

Hearing the sound, Shui Qingchen smiled meaningfully, stood up, and walked towards the desk.

Picking up a pile of documents on the table, he looked through them briefly, then with a serious look, he glanced at the ghost slave and asked in a deep voice:
"How is the situation in the Holy Buddha Kingdom?"

The ghost slave put aside his joking mood and began to report the news he had just received.

After finishing the tiring business talk, Shui Qingchen raised his heavy arms, pressed his temples with his fingertips, and slowly lowered his eyes.

"Bring the king out of prison. There is no need to give him medical treatment. Just send him directly to the dense forest outside Miss Lan's bamboo house."

His tone was as leisurely as talking about the weather, but he issued heart-stopping orders.

The ghost slave asked in surprise:
"The King of Hell is sure?"

Shui Qingchen raised his eyes and looked at the ghost slave who couldn't bear it. His deep eyes with a slight smile sent a chill down the ghost slave's spine.

"My subordinate has overstepped my bounds. I ask the Emperor of Hell to forgive me. I will explain to you immediately."

Shui Qingchen looked away lightly, picked up the tea cup, and brought it to his lips. He thought of something, and his eyes were filled with a deep smile. He took a sip of tea An Ran, put down the tea cup, and said with a leisurely smile:
"The little guy is like an inexhaustible treasure. There are new discoveries every day, which makes me love him more and more. Ghost slave, after I went down the mountain, I realized that my former self only guarded a small hilltop. Life is so boring.”

The ghost slave's mouth twitched when he heard it.

A small hill?
Fortunately, the Emperor of Hell was able to speak out.

The huge Buddhist Holy Kingdom is in his hands.

He took charge of a sea area at the age of 14 and was the emperor of Shiwanghai.

The top of the cloud in my hand is distributed in seven countries and eight capitals, implicating many economic lifelines.

Even the Demon Emperor Xiao Ling, the leader of the Four Emperors, had predicted that the future Emperor of Hell was worthy of being taken seriously.

Who would have known that his master, the Yama Emperor Buddha Cultivator whom others admired, only wanted to retreat to the Sea of ​​Stone King and live a life of leisurely clouds and wild cranes.

The ghost slave couldn't help but let out a long sigh and said hoarsely:

"I can imagine what kind of expression the Former Lord would show if he heard what the Emperor of Hell said. When the Former Lord was alive, he worked with the Demon Emperor Xiao Ling and the Snow Emperor Qingyu Ruoguang to work for the peace of the Seven Kingdoms. He is kind-hearted and chivalrous, and with a ethereal sword, he has put down many bloody and treacherous villains in the world."

The smile on Shui Qingchen's face disappeared little by little, and his eyes became as cold as ice.

The ghost slave said longingly, not noticing that the air was slowly cooling:
"Suddenly I heard that there was a sword fairy on the mountain, coming in and out of the ethereal world, frightening the evil people, making the heroes of the rivers and lakes excited, and longing for the ethereal sword. It has been nearly 14 years since the leader of Jian Langya took it away and gave it as a token to the future Queen of Hell. Ah, there has never been a sword light in the world that can send chills down one’s spine.”

Thinking back to the battle between the Knife Clan, the Sword Clan, and the Ghost Clan many years ago, that extraordinary figure and the cold and sharp sword light made the Ghost Slave let out a long sigh.

Suddenly he remembered that Xiao Yanhou had been following the leader of Jianlangya since he was three years old, learning the supreme swordsmanship, and asked with anticipation:

"Leader Jian Langya once lamented that Xiao Yan Hou is extremely talented and is a martial arts genius that is rare to see in a century. I don't know whether this is true or not. Emperor Yan, when you saw Miss Bao, did you ask her... …Well."

Suddenly hitting Shui Qingchen's eyes, Gui Nu's expression suddenly changed drastically. He clearly felt that every hair on his body stood on end.

Shivering.

Oops!

During this period of time, Yama's aura was unexpectedly gentle, which actually made him careless enough to touch the part of Yama that he least wanted to mention.

The ghost slave was so frightened that his back was stiff and he was sweating profusely.

Under the pressure of the strong aura, his knees trembled, slowly bent, and he knelt on the ground.

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

The ghost slave kept his head down, not having the courage to speak, much less the courage to ask for forgiveness.

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