deadly mantra

Chapter 80: Bringing a tear in exchange for a few jars of strong wine

A simple thatched hut with ventilation from all sides.

The sound of rain, accompanied by lightning, was endless and endless.

Ji Fanyin stood at the door, with a hint of irritation between his brows.

At this time, there was a rustling sound behind him.

Ji Fanyin turned around and looked over.

Lu Wenxing was familiar with the road, found the cellar hidden under the straw mat, and transported out the dry goods stored by Orion below.

The roads here are sparsely populated, remote and desolate, making it the most suitable place for hunting.

An experienced hunter will not rush down the mountain under the cover of darkness after catching prey.

They would choose to wait for dawn in a makeshift hut.

Because, the hunter hiding in the dark night may be a hunter one second, and may be a cheetah the next second.

Ji Fanyin folded his arms and leaned lazily against the doorpost, looking coldly at Lu Wenxing's busy figure.

Lu Wenxing has rich experience in outdoor life. While lighting the fire, he joked:

"Hunters all over the world look like they were born to the same father and mother. Even the things they hide their things in are roughly the same."

Hearing the sound, Ji Fanyin chuckled coolly:

"Thankfully all the killers in the world were not born to the same father and mother, otherwise the hunters would have starved to death."

Lu Wenxing used a sharp dagger to cut off a piece of cold beef and handed it to Ji Fanyin:
"Your Majesty, the noblest and noblest, do you want to eat or not?"

Ji Fanyin ignored his provocation, walked over calmly, sat down next to him and warmed up by the fire:

"I don't eat cold food."

Yi Fang is used to the tone of command, and it sounds very familiar to him.

Lu Wenxing actually began to miss his former self.

Faced with her rude request, what did he do back then?

He seemed to draw his sword directly and slashed at it.

Lu Wenxing was filled with emotion:
"Destiny is wonderful and ruthless."

He cut the marinated beef into thin slices, stuck it on the dagger, held it against the fire, roasted it for a while, and passed it aside.

Ji Fanyin caught it, took small bites, and ate it all elegantly.

Lu Wenxing stared at her with strange eyes, thought for a long time, took off the wine bottle he carried with him, handed it over, and smiled sarcastically:
"Your Majesty, the most elegant of all, would you like to drink?"

Ji Fanyin stared at his hand, subconsciously wanting to refuse, but before she could say anything, she felt irritated by her own obedience.

"Drink." Ji Fanyin uncorked the wine bottle, drank two large mouthfuls of strong wine, and the smell of alcohol rushed to his face, making his whole body feel warm.

Ji Fanyin threw the wine bottle back:
"Is Han Zimo here?"

Lu Wenxing had a tacit understanding, and without raising his head, he firmly caught the wine bottle and replied without emotion:
"He can't come."

"Can't come? What does this mean?"

Lu Wenxing picked up the dead branches on the ground and threw them into the fire.

The fire crackled.

"Not long after you left, the master of the pavilion sent Han Zimo to the Holy Buddha Kingdom to assassinate the Emperor of Hell, Buddha Cultivator. A few days later, his head was put in a frozen brocade box and returned to the pavilion."

Ji Fanyin's eyebrows moved slightly.

Even though I knew I was going to die, why did I still go?Ji Fanyin did not ask such pale and feeble words.

Whether in life or in death, whether it is Lu Wenxing or Han Zimo, whether they are sad or desperate, they must bite their gums and bear the name of a killer until the last moment.

Ji Fanyin knew that Han Zimo did not need her sadness, but the emotion called sadness was lingering in her chest.

When we first met, the blood on his body had been dried by the strong wind.

"My name is Han Zimo, girl. You saved me. Tell me your name. I will definitely repay you if I have a chance in the future."

“There’s a ready opportunity right now.”

"Uh..." At that time, a look of surprise appeared on his handsome face.

"Or do you want to pledge yourself to me?"

"Pfft, cough, no, that's not necessary. I just didn't expect that, girl, you are a man of action. Okay, you tell me."

"You are a killer, I want to make money, let's go together."

Han Zimo's expression, as if he had seen a ghost, clearly appeared in front of his eyes.

The corners of Ji Fanyin's lips couldn't help but rise, revealing a faint smile.Lu Wenxing glanced at her:
"If Han Zimo knew that when you heard the news of his death, not only did you not shed a few tears for him, but you smiled, I would never let you go."

"My tears are not that cheap." Ji Fanyin said nonchalantly: "The people of yesterday and the ghosts of tomorrow will meet again in the underworld sooner or later. I will bring a drop of tears in exchange for a few jars of strong wine, and then we will sit together , Han Zimo can still wake up with a smile even if he is a ghost."

Lu Wenxing laughed and cursed:
"It's true that you are the mouth-mouthed king of Youming Pavilion. He is ruthless and ruthless, but you can still say something sincere."

Suddenly, there was a thunder, and the lightning was like a sharp blade, splitting the night in half.

Ji Fanyin looked at the heavy rain outside the door and was slightly stunned.

Has Chenchen returned from the Good Sword Alliance?Did you find that she did not return to Yanju?

Did you come out to find her?

If he went out in the rain, did he bring an umbrella?

Are your clothes wet?

still is……

Is he still staying with Baozi?
Ji Fanyin's expression was a little wandering.

Flashes of lightning illuminated the wild woods.

The strong wind brought with it the shower, which whipped against the fragile paper windows like a whip.

The cold air entered her body and fatigue came over her. Ji Fanyin yawned and buried half of her face in her arms. Her long eyelashes trembled a few times before struggling to close them heavily.

Lu Wenxing knew that she had a habit of drowsiness, so without thinking much, he grabbed a handful of black powder from his sleeve and sprinkled it on the fire.

With a coaxing sound, the flame suddenly jumped half a meter high.

The hot firelight traces the outline of Ji Fanyin's eyebrows.

In the dream, a figure exuding a cold and murderous aura stood in the shade of the tree.

Ji Fanyin's originally tight brows slowly relaxed and she ran over happily.

"Aru! You're here to pick me up."

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind.

Under the sunlight, the leaves reflect dazzling silver light like dense fish scales.

The dazzling light dissipated, and Shui Qingchen stood in the vast glow, with a warm and smiling voice, revealing a bewitching tenderness, waving to her:

"Xiaoyin."

It turned out to be dust.

Ji Fanyin couldn't wait to rush over.

"Xiaoyin..."

He smiled softly, and his open arms passed through her body.

The horrifying scene made Ji Fanyin's heart tremble.

She turned around in surprise with her scalp numb, and saw Bao Simu holding Shui Qingchen's hand with a shy face.

"Xiaoyin, Xiaoyin, Xiaoyin, Xiaoyin..."

Happy, lonely, struggling, painful.

Shui Qingchen called her name one after another with four different emotions. The big hand that stroked her hair held Bao Simu's face, bent down and kissed her.

Ji Fanyin's head buzzed, and a fire of anger that wanted to destroy everything rushed into his heart instantly.

Ruin her!
Destroy her! !

Destroy him together with him who loves her!
Allowing the powerful Qi to flow through his body, Ji Fanyin became furious and struck the two people hugging each other with a devastating palm.

In an instant, the situation changed.

Shui Qingchen finally discovered her presence and looked over. A stream of scarlet blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Ji Fanyin's heart was shaken, and she became panicked. Her feet were on the ground, and a feeling of weightlessness came over her.

She woke up suddenly, and Bao Simu and Shui Qingchen in her dream disappeared.

The dancing firelight illuminated Ji Fanyin's face as pale as paper.

It turned out to be a dream.

but……

The pain here is so real.

Ji Fanyin's cold hands pressed against her beating heart.

　Tell me loudly!Who do you want to torture? !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)