deadly mantra

Chapter 734 Do you dare to snatch my Ji Fanyin’s man?
Shui Qingchen stared at Ji Fanyin with his dark eyes, his focused eyes showing deep affection and a trace of unnoticeable uneasiness.

Ji Fanyin glared at him angrily and said:
"Does it matter if I'm angry or not? If I don't come over, my man will be taken away."

In an instant, Shui Qingchen's eyes were as bright as stars, and the smile in his black eyes almost overflowed.

He held back his laughter, put his hot palm against her back, patted her soothingly, and said:

"How dare I leave when you are here."

Ji Fanyin narrowed her eyes and stared at him threateningly:
"You better not dare!"

She looked back, her eyes filled with cold contempt and a faint murderous intent:
"What's going on with them?"

Shui Qingchen held her little hand, but felt the touch was cold, and felt distressed in his heart. How could he care about others:
"Don't pay attention to unimportant people and unimportant things. What do you want to eat tonight?"

Hearing what he said, Ji Fanyin's cold eyes moved away from those people, smiled again, and watched him name a list of dishes.

Shui Qingchen smiled, holding her hand and leaving.

The people kneeling on the ground watched helplessly, but did not dare to say anything to stop him. After enduring it again and again, the iron-clad man's eyes turned red with anxiety. He knelt forward and kowtowed heavily.

The gravel on the ground had hard and sharp edges. After more than a dozen people's heads were ringing, scarlet blood was already dripping from the foreheads of many people.

Shui Qingchen didn't stop, but the smile on his lips froze slightly, as if he couldn't bear it.

Ji Fanyin pursed her lips tightly. Ever since Shui Qingchen temporarily blocked her internal energy, she had rarely felt the restless murderous thoughts in her body.

But at this moment, watching these people risk their lives to force Shui Qingchen, she felt the strong murderous intention coming from the bottom of her heart and spreading towards her limbs.

At this time, Shui Qingchen squeezed her hand tightly, and the warmth came from his palm, instantly dispelling the anger condensed in her eyes.

Ji Fanyin's tense nerves relaxed. One second he was looking fierce, and the next second he looked up at Shui Qingchen with an innocent and bright smile.

Shui Qingchen's eyebrows, as thick as ink, twisted slightly.The girl kneeling at the back, dressed as a man, followed her companions and suffered a lot along the way before she finally found this place.

Her fingers pressed against the gravel, and there were many wounds that had not yet scabbed over.

Seeing that the adult was about to leave, Yan Zhao mustered up his courage and risked his life to kneel forward, pounced forward, kowtowed, and blocked Shui Qingchen's path.

"Please...please..." Her violently shaking body betrayed her panic.

Shui Qingchen almost stepped on her pale fingers when she blocked the way.

"Go back." Shui Qingchen pondered for a moment, and then said slowly: "As the legitimate daughter of the Yan family, you should be by the queen's side at this moment. This is your mission and responsibility."

Yan Zhao was lucky enough to meet him once when he was a child. Yan Zhao couldn't believe that the god-like adult could still remember himself as small as dust. Tears of excitement burst out from the corners of his eyes crazily. He kowtowed as if he was dying and prayed:
"The Holy Buddha Kingdom needs you... The king already knows that he was wrong. Please... don't abandon the people of the Holy Buddha Kingdom."

A sneer flashed across Ji Fanyin's face:
"Who did I think it was? It turned out to be people from the Holy Buddha Kingdom blocking the road."

Shui Qingchen knew her temperament. When he heard her words, he knew that she had something in mind. He couldn't help but sigh softly and said to Yan Zhao:
"Yan Zhao, come back."

Ji Fanyin was pulled forward by Shui Qingchen and looked back.

back?
These people traveled over mountains and ridges, went through great hardships, disguised themselves, crossed the border between the two countries, and came to Shui Qingchen.

For them, Shui Qingchen, who is the Buddhist cultivator of the King of Hell, is their god and their only hope for saving the country.

Ji Fanyin understands the psychology of these people very well.

They would rather die in front of Shui Qingchen than leave empty-handed.

(End of this chapter)