deadly mantra

Chapter 82 I decided to stop liking you
Luoyanju.

Liushuang Pavilion, first floor.

The patter of rainwater flowed down along the eaves.

A figure hurriedly walked into the room, took off his blood-stained wet clothes, and put on a clean and refreshing plain white robe.

That person was none other than Shui Qingchen.

He picked up the umbrella leaning against the door and was about to go out again to find someone.

Ji Fanyin walked in at this moment.

She was still wearing the clothes she wore during the day, but on her shoulders was a strange... man's cloak.

Shui Qingchen paused as he stepped out of the threshold.

The rainwater flowed downwards, one after another, along the paper umbrella he held tightly in his hand.

Ji Fanyin also saw him, and her steps became slightly hesitant, but she still walked over.

"You're back?"

"Well, I'm back."

After the distant greetings, the two fell into silence for a while.

Ji Fanyin raised his head, and in the depths of his eyes were fluctuating emotions, with a hint of struggle and reluctance.

She looked at her dust, made up her mind, and said word by word:

"I decided to stop liking you."

Shui Qingchen heard her voice as cold as ice, completely unlike the tone of the little guy who always pestered him.

For a moment, he even suspected that the cold-eyed person in front of him just had the same face as Ji Fanyin.

His eyes went dark, and his indifferent face became slightly blurred.

Shui Qingchen's body swayed slightly and immediately stood firm.

"it is good……"

He smiled, his expression changing quickly and naturally, as if he didn't care about her decision at all.

Ji Fanyin turned his head, looked down, stared at the floor, and said nothing.

The candlelight at the door was very dim, and her delicate and lovely facial features became even more blurred.

There was a deep hole between Shui Qingchen's brows. He wanted to see her face clearly, but it was a bit difficult to see her face, which was an arm's length away from him.

"You can do anything to me, whatever you want to me." She was silent for a while, and her voice sounded from in front of him: "But you can't look for her shadow in me."

Ji Fanyin's voice was without anger, even a little calm and scary.

Hearing the sound, the smile on Shui Qingchen's face showed a faint flaw.Ji Fanyin lowered his head and didn't notice.

"I'm sorry." He opened his mouth, swiping his eyelashes lightly, and the blur in front of his eyes became clear. He stared at her face and said in a calm voice: "Originally, I thought that if you weren't here when I came back, I should go find you, but I'd rather Don’t worry, Simu will go to Bao’s house.”

He tried his best to restrain his gaze from looking over her shoulder:
"Where have you been? Why are you back now?"

Ji Fanyin frowned, as if he didn't want to hear the truth, but when he thought that it was the person he had been waiting for 14 years, and he was an outsider, he said nothing and only replied lightly:
"After leaving the Good Sword Alliance, I walked around without any destination. When it rained heavily, I simply found a place to take shelter. When the rain stopped, I came back."

At this time, Feng Xiaoyao ran down from upstairs and shouted angrily:

"Brother Qingchen, this damn girl has gone somewhere and hasn't come back yet. Should we... huh?"

Seeing Ji Fanyin, Feng Xiaoyao was stunned for a moment, walked over and said:

"You are finally back?"

Ji Fanyin secretly breathed a sigh of relief when Feng Xiaoyao arrived. Her stiff body relaxed slightly and she said to Feng Xiaoyao:

"Well, I'm tired, so I'll go up and sleep first." She nodded to Shui Qingchen and Feng Xiaoyao, turned around, and walked upstairs.

After a while, the sound of a door closing was heard on the second floor.

Feng Xiaoyao slowly walked to Shui Qingchen and muttered with a strange expression:

"This damn girl has a weird expression. By the way, Brother Qingchen, how is your wound?"

Thinking of the thrilling scene during the day, Feng Xiaoyao said with lingering fear:
"You scared me to death. Even if you want to save someone, you can't use your body to block the knife. Your body is not made of iron. But..."

He raised his head, looked upstairs, and said in disbelief:

"The scene was so chaotic at that time. The girl's back, the clothes she wore, her hairstyle, and even her height, weight and weight were almost the same as that of the dead girl. No wonder you thought it was the dead girl. Did the dead girl know? You have suffered. Injured, I was caught in the rain all night, so I looked for her outside. "

Feng Xiaoyao muttered and said:

"Just now, if I hadn't forced you to come back, you would definitely still be looking for her outside. Let me just say, this girl is so good at it, she will definitely be happy outside, and we don't have to worry about her at all. Oh, if I had known, I would have Follow Baozi to Bao's house."

After talking for a long time and not getting a single answer from Shui Qingchen, Feng Xiaoyao raised his head and asked:
"Brother Qingchen, what are you doing? Are you okay? Are you still dizzy now? Why did your eye disease suddenly attack? This damn girl went to bed as soon as she came back without asking whether your injury was serious. I'll go call her."

"Brother Feng." Shui Qingchen looked at Feng Xiaoyao with gentle eyes, slightly embarrassed: "I didn't find her, and I didn't bring her back, and I was injured myself. Telling it to her was too much like a joke. Let’s forget it, just pretend... nothing happened and don’t let her know.”

Feng Xiaoyao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said "Ah" and said with a mischievous smile:
"I know, hahaha, Brother Qingchen is afraid of losing his face, right? Hahaha, okay, I promise you, I won't tell the dead girl. Is your injury important?"

Shui Qingchen shook his head and showed an impeccable smile:

"It doesn't matter, it's already late, go to bed."

"Okay. If something happens, brother Qingchen, remember to call me. I'm right next door to you. If you shout, I can hear you."

Shui Qingchen smiled and nodded towards him:

"it is good."

Feng Xiaoyao walked into the room next door. After a while, he stretched out his head and stared at Shui Qingchen.

"What's wrong?" Shui Qingchen looked at him with a smile.

Feng Xiaoyao touched the back of his head and smiled:
"Brother Qingchen."

"Ok?"

"Just now, the cape that dead girl was wearing... seemed to be a man's style."

Shui Qingchen's pupils flickered slightly.

Feng Xiaoyao muttered in confusion, as if talking to himself:

"Damn girl, there is no need to talk about martial arts, but she is still young after all, can she... can she..."

Upon hearing this, Shui Qingchen knew what Feng Xiaoyao was worried about and whispered:

"Xiaoyin is a smart child and will not be easily deceived unless..."

"Unless what?" Feng Xiaoyao's heart was lifted.

Shui Qingchen's eyes were calm, but his expression was a little dazed:
"Unless she is willing."

Hearing the sound, Feng Xiaoyao asked eagerly:

"Will she? Will she be willingly deceived?"

Shui Qingchen pursed her lips slightly and was silent for a while before speaking, saying word by word:

"I won't let anyone hurt her."

Feng Xiaoyao breathed a sigh of relief, said good night to Shui Qingchen, closed the door, and went to sleep peacefully.

(End of this chapter)