Chapter 1262

"Drive."

When he passed the lane, Chu Xiu's eyes slightly turned to the lane. He just passed by in a twinkling of an eye, but the red clothes suddenly flashed out of his mind.

Now think about it, if he is right, the ghost should be wearing wedding clothes, right?

Is it the ghost who died on the wedding night?

He shook his head. Originally, the ghosts only dared to make small moves, but now that he had no jade, he was almost killed by the ghosts. He could not help sighing.

In the alley, Ji Rao coldly looked at the ghost lying on the ground shivering in front of him. He stepped on the ghost and said, "don't move him. Do you understand me?"

The ghost screamed when he stepped hard.

"If I see who dares to touch him again." Ji Rao turned his head slightly, and said harshly to the black air floating in the air all around him, "I'll make him so scared that he doesn't even have the chance to be reincarnated."

Normal people can't see it. There are ghost Qi floating around. Every black Qi is powerful or not. It's just that there is no ghost stronger than Ji Rao here. They can only tremble in front of Ji Rao. Ji Rao is not a fierce ghost. But he just doesn't hurt people casually. He doesn't say that he can't kill ghosts.

You should know that ghosts eating ghosts can also increase Taoism, which is just harmful to Yin morality.

Ji Rao's face was cold, and the whole body's Yin Qi came out, scaring away the ghost Qi beside him. "If you are not willing, you can try it."

He grabbed a ghost, and without waiting for it to struggle, the ghost broke away and disappeared into the air.

Ji Rao didn't kill anyone. It was a ghost that nearly killed Chu Xiu. It's nothing if he solved the ghost.

His hand made many ghosts shrink back. Although they were greedy for Chu Xiu's soul, if the price was his soul, no fool would go.

It's raining. Fang put away all the clothes that were hanging outside in the early years of Fang's life. The locust trees are crackling, and the locust flowers fall on the ground in clusters, scattered in pieces.

Fang chunian stood under the eaves and looked at the gate of the courtyard.

It's empty.

He was disappointed. He turned back and closed the door. When he turned his head, he saw a man in red standing in front of him.

Fang chunian was startled, but after that, he was relieved.

"You, where have you been?"

Ji Rao light looked at him, did not speak, he turned to sit on the chair, looking at himself in the bronze mirror.

In the past, he always combed his hair, but I don't know why. Now he just looked at it quietly, occasionally stroked his ink hair with his left hand, and his right hand drooped on his side, as if he was powerless.

Fang chunian pursed his lower lip. He stood up from his desk and walked slowly to Ji Rao's back. "That, you, are you ok?"

Ji Rao didn't pay any attention to him, and there was no sign that he wanted to turn his head.

Fang chunian's vision fell on Ji Rao's hand, he stretched out his hand, and immediately drew back, "your hand, are you ok?"

Ji Rao turned his head and looked at his arm. He hung his head and didn't speak.

"Can you give me a look?"

Ji Rao didn't speak. Fang chunian took it as his acquiescence. He stretched out his hand and slowly and carefully touched Ji Rao's right wrist.