deadly mantra

Chapter 99 Shui Qingchen possessed by evil spirits

In the bustling Ji Mansion, no one cares about the stay or go of an unimportant person.

The young swordsman strode out from the front door.

A low-key carriage slowly stopped in front of him.

He raised his expressionless face, got directly into the carriage, and drove away.

in the carriage.

He raised his hand and peeled off the human skin mask on his face, revealing a pale, slightly sickly handsome face.

The cold voice reported calmly:

"In the evening, chills will break out in her body."

The sound fell, and a mouthful of blood rushed into his mouth.

He frowned and was about to swallow when a red handkerchief was handed to his mouth.

He frowned even more tightly, raised his eyes, and looked to the side. There was a trace of impatience on that cold and beautiful face, and he said in a commanding tone:

"Spit it out."

Without much hesitation, he opened his mouth and spit out the blood.

Huo Liuying lowered her eyelids and threw the bloody handkerchief on the table. With a flick of her hand, golden poisonous powder instantly set the handkerchief on fire.

The beating flames reflected in her coquettish phoenix eyes, but could not drive away the frost in her eyes.

In the oppressive silence, she glanced at her side with a slightly gloomy look. She couldn't remember that it was the hundreds of times she had secretly looked at him, but she still didn't know the person in front of her.

Leng Yanwen.

His somewhat overly delicate appearance, thin lips, peach-shaped eyes, and his crotch look make him charming and charming when he smiles, making people feel more friendly and lovable.

However, she had never seen him smile.

As if feeling her gaze, Leng Yanwen raised his eyes and suddenly looked towards her.

The pills taken in advance have lost their efficacy.

His own voice was low, deep, and cold, as clear as a mountain spring:
"It's been five years and you still can't trust me wholeheartedly."

Huo Liuying lowered her head quickly and accidentally caught a glimpse of his disheveled hair. She was stunned for a moment and raised her head in surprise:

"Your...headband?"

"Huh?" Leng Yanwen raised his right hand, ran his slender fingers through his hair, his pale eyes slightly focused, and replied nonchalantly: "In order to get closer to the young swordsman, I sealed my internal power in advance. Bao Simu A rather spiritual knife appeared in his hand."

Huo Liuying didn't hear what he said. She was a little dazed and stared at his long hanging hair. Finally, she couldn't help it and asked:
"Don't you cherish that headband very much? Didn't she give it to you? Five years ago, when you left, you took nothing with you except this headband."

Hearing the sound, Leng Yanwen's emotionless peach eyes fell on Huo Liuying's face full of complex emotions:
"I took you."

Huoliu Yingfeng's eyes suddenly trembled, and the next moment, she sneered at herself:
"Yeah, why me, why did you choose me? Five years later, I still don't understand why you chose me."

The corners of Leng Yanwen's mouth raised, revealing a smile, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes became curved and charming because of this smile, but there was no smile in his eyes, which was still faint:
"Don't you habitually keep her things as your own? Even now, you are still paying attention to these meaningless things. Whether it's a hair tie or me, it's all in the past."

"past?"

Huo Liuying clenched her fists in pain, a cold light of resentment burst out from her eyes, and she gritted her teeth and said:
"She robbed the person I cherished most. Why can she stay there while I am exiled outside."

Her expression became excited:
"Why should all my efforts be defeated by her?! Just because she has extraordinary talents and extraordinary qualifications? Ha! I, Firefly, don't believe in this evil! Sooner or later, I will defeat her! Completely Defeat her! Trample her under your feet like crushing an ant. Only at that moment can I let go of the past!"

Leng Yanwen was silent for a while, looking away from Huo Liuying's face and looking out the car window.

On the busy street, there was a little beggar squatting on the street corner, his eyes dull and confused, looking at all kinds of passers-by.

Silver sunlight passed through the fluttering car curtains and shone on Leng Yanwen's face. His indifferent peach eyes made it unclear what he was thinking.

Jifu.

Yingrui Garden.

Ji Fanyin was frightened and avoided Shui Qingchen who was approaching, and rushed down the stairs quickly.

"Be careful."

The gentle reminder from behind sent a chill down Ji Fanyin's spine.She caught Feng Xiaoyao and immediately asked:
“Do you have any sea salt!”

"What?"

Feng Xiaoyao was congratulating Bao Simu with excitement, but was startled by the seriousness in Ji Fanyin's eyes. She shook her head blankly and said:
"No...what do you want that for?"

Ji Fanyin lowered her voice and said furtively:
"Shui Qingchen, he..."

"Brother Qingchen, what's wrong with him?" Feng Xiaoyao asked in a low voice with concern.

Ji Fanyin swallowed, hooked her jade arms around Feng Xiaoyao's shoulders, lowered her voice, and whispered:

"Hush, he's possessed by an evil spirit."

"What!?" Feng Xiaoyao exclaimed.

"Really, I didn't lie to you."

Her pink and jade-carved little face was extremely solemn, and she slowly moved closer to Feng Xiaoyao, ready to elaborate on Shui Qingchen's weirdness just now.Suddenly, she felt a warm and somewhat strong touch on her shoulder.

Ji Fanyin turned to look.

A big hand fell on her shoulder, with long fingers and neatly trimmed nails.

Her eyes moved upward, dazed.

The sun passed through the clouds and poured onto Shui Qingchen's face. The warm radiance was not as gentle as the tenderness in his eyes.

With sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, he was handsome and graceful. He leaned down and got close to her. He held his big hand on her shoulder, moved forward, and pulled her away from Feng Xiaoyao:

"What are you talking about?"

"Uh..." Ji Fanyin's back stiffened and she opened her eyes with a guilty conscience.

She didn't know why, but she was a little timid when facing the "transformed" Shui Qingchen.

Feng Xiaoyao said with a smile:
"Just now, the dead girl said, Brother Qingchen, you are possessed by a ghost."

"Feng Benben!" Ji Fanyin shouted anxiously.

Feng Xiaoyao patted her forehead and quickly changed her words:

"Oh oh oh, I made a mistake."

Ji Fanyin breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Feng Xiaoyao with a childish look.

This guy is finally on the right track.

"It's possessed by an evil spirit." Feng Xiaoyao added correctly.

The corner of Ji Fanyin's mouth twitched, and angrily kicked Feng Xiaoyao, but he dodged it deftly.

"Xiaoyin." A gentle voice came from close at hand.

Ji Fanyin's neck was stiff and she had to pull her eyes away from Feng Xiaoyao.

When she raised her head, Shui Qingchen's handsome and profound face magnified in front of her eyes.

His deep black eyes were fiery and focused:

"I'm not possessed by an evil spirit."

In his gentle voice, he said word by word:

"However, from now on, you must get used to me being possessed by an evil spirit as soon as possible."

"Why...why." Ji Fanyin shrank her neck, a little scared.

"Because next time, the one who possesses me may be a sexy ghost who specializes in sucking people's souls."

Ji Fanyin's body shivered with chills.

Shui Qingchen smiled softly.

(End of this chapter)