deadly mantra

Chapter 98 Ji Fanyin met all his expectations
He always had the first idea.

After Jian Langya got drunk, he told him that his little fiancée was born to a daughter of the Ji family.

So, of course, Bao Simu was that person.

Now, put that aside.

Shui Qingchen calmed down and stared at the stage. There was a huge difference between the beautiful figure and the shadow he had been looking forward to for a long time and pieced together in his heart.

It took him nearly 14 years to piece together the shadow in his mind. Except for her appearance, which he couldn't describe, she should be light, cute, and full of vitality.She lived harder than anyone else, and also lived more freely than anyone else.

The lingering shadow in his mind became clearer and clearer. Except for that face, he could almost draw her on paper.

If drawn on paper, her eyebrows, her eyes, and her aura should be...

While he was piecing it together in his mind, a playful laughter caught Shui Qingchen's eyes.

"Ha. It's getting more and more interesting." Givenyin raised the corners of her lips and smiled cynically.

Shui Qingchen's heart was shocked when he heard the reputation passed, and it was no longer possible to maintain the calmness on his face.

The painting in my mind filled up my features and charm in an instant.

Ji Fanyin stood in the dazzling light, pointed her green-white jade finger at the stage, turned around, looked at Shui Qingchen, and smiled like a flower:

"Look, your bun is going to win. Are you happy?"

The hands in Shui Qingchen's wide sleeves suddenly clenched:
Live harder than anyone else, and live more freely than anyone else.

He is a martial arts genius that is rare to see in a century.

He recognized at a glance that he was practicing the Que Jiu Layer Heart Technique, which only disciples from the inner chamber of the Sword Clan were qualified to practice.

And she herself possesses the secret knowledge of the Sword Clan and has developed all the skills of the Sword Clan.

Apart from the fact that he was born to a daughter of the Ji family, Ji Fanyin met all his expectations.

He stretched out his hand towards her, careful of the low voice, for fear of scaring her:

"Xiaoyin, come here."

The smile on Ji Fanyin's face disappeared little by little.

She tilted her head and looked at him.

I had doubts in my mind, so I left the excitement on the stage, walked over, and put my little hand into his warm big hand.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"You said that what you told me must be the truth." He said, "Do you still remember this?"

His rambling words made Ji Fanyin slightly stunned. Fortunately, she has a good memory, especially things related to him. She remembers them very clearly:

"I remember. It's on Luti Mountain, as I said."

Shui Qingchen held her hand, his eyes firmer than ever before:
"Who are you here for?"

His eyes were so focused that Ji Fanyin was a little overwhelmed. She was silent for a while and said:
"For myself."

Her answer was ambiguous.

Shui Qingchen smiled:

"Little one, has anyone taught you?"

"what?"

"The more you try to avoid the question, the easier it is for the answers you give to reveal your guilty conscience."

Ji Fanyin curled her lips and said unhappily:

"I'm here just for myself!"

Shui Qingchen was calm and relaxed, and the smile in his eyes was filled with doting:

"When a lie is exposed, the second step is to become angry and humiliated."

Ji Fanyin's cheeks turned red and she turned her face away guiltily:

"I can not understand what you say."

Shui Qingchen held her hand tightly and pulled her closer.

Ji Fanyin's eyes widened in surprise, and her gaze fell on his face again.

He showed her favorite smile and his low voice was full of pity and tenderness:
"Tell me, is there anyone here?" He held her small hand with his big hand, pressed it on her heart, and said slowly:
"You told me on Luti Mountain that when you were ten years old, you realized the truth that if you want to get someone, even if you bite the bullet and face the pain, you still have to rush forward with all your strength, even if your head is broken and bleeding, Even if my body is broken to pieces, I won’t hesitate.”

His dark eyes were blazing, and the deep affection in his eyes surged out like a wild beast.So strong, yet so unabashed, it made her look a little dazed:
"I want to know the name of the person you must have now. Who is he?"

Ji Fanyin's cheeks became hot, and the hand held by him also became hot:
"You...what's the matter with you?"

"Xiaoyin, A'ru, who is it?" She called this name that night when the cold broke out.

The heat in Ji Fanyin's body cooled instantly, and a chill with cramping pain spread to his heart:
"Leng Hongru, his name is Leng Hongru. Why do you want to know now, and why now?"

Shui Qingchen thought for a moment and smiled:
"I need to know who my opponent is."

"opponent?"

Shui Qingchen nodded and smiled gently.

Ji Fanyin stared at him, examining him again and again, and suddenly stretched out another small hand and pressed it on his forehead. The cool touch made his fine eyelashes tremble slightly.

"Shui Qingchen, do you have a fever?"

She squinted her eyes suspiciously and asked again:

"Why are you looking at me like this? I'm not Bao Simu."

Shui Qingchen pulled her hand down and carefully held it in his palm:

"Let's go back."

"what?"

"I want to hear more about you, the things I don't know about you."

His eyes were focused, passionate, and affectionate.

Ji Fanyin, however, felt a creepy feeling. She tried hard to break free of her hand from his.

"Shui Qingchen, you...you're like this, I'm scared, please change back quickly." She rubbed the goosebumps on her arms and shivered.

"Change...back?"

Shui Qingchen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his innocent and gentle eyes were like arrows, piercing into Ji Fanyin's heart.

Her head was confused and she was greatly frightened:

Incredible...

Incredible!

Chenchen seems to be stunned!

At this moment, everyone was screaming, and the knife slashed down as fast as lightning.

The knife in the young swordsman's hand broke into several pieces in an instant and fell to the ground.

Bao Simu's dropped knife suddenly stopped on the head of the young swordsman who was kneeling on one knee.

The remaining sword energy cut off a strand of the young swordsman's green hair, and immediately, the hair tie that bound his hair was also cut into two pieces by the sword energy.

His jet-black hair fell down in an instant, covering his face. His dark eyes, which had not had many emotional fluctuations from beginning to end, suddenly revealed a sneer, and a tiny silver needle shot out of his mouth. .

Bao Simu felt as if his neck had been bitten by an ant, and the slight pain disappeared in an instant.

"I lost." The young swordsman let his hair down and said.

Bao Simu twisted his neck slightly, put away the knife with a smile, carried it behind his back, and spoke openly:
"Assignment."

The young swordsman glanced at the broken sword that could no longer be used, nodded slightly to Bao Simu, and walked towards the entrance of the courtyard.

Bao Simu glanced at the broken knife on the ground and felt apologetic. Just as he was about to call the man to stop, Feng Xiaoyao and the heroes who were watching surrounded her.

Praises surrounded her for a moment.

It was the first time for Bao Simu to receive so many compliments. His head felt hot, his cheeks turned red, and he felt a little overwhelmed and excited.

She, won?

Won.

Bao Simu clenched the handle of the knife excitedly, raised his head, and looked towards the second floor.

Did he see it?

(End of this chapter)