Chapter 1348
"Chu Xiu, Chu Xiu!"
Suzian was just about to pass when he was stopped.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw Xu Xian looking at him with an extremely disapproving look. There was a faint sense of criticism hidden in his eyes, but he was too concerned about Chu Xiu, and subconsciously ignored Xu Xian's eyes.
He grabbed Xu Xian's hand and said in a very urgent voice, "master Xu, master Xu, what's the matter with Chu Xiu? Is it because of Ji Rao, what did the ghost do to him?"
Xu Xian looked at Chu Xiu, who was kneeling on the ground in great pain, and then looked at Ji Rao's slowly disappearing soul, with a deep sigh.
"It's not what Ji Rao did to Chu Xiu. You should ask Chu Xiu."
His words were misty, but Su Zian almost felt something, and his eyes were fixed on Xu Xian, hoping that he could decide the terrible answer in his heart.
"You should ask Chu Xiu what he did to Ji Rao, Chu Xiu He didn't intend to let Ji Rao go in his last life. "
"What..." Su Zian very farfetched smile, "what does this mean, what is Chu Xiu refused to let go of Ji Rao, to entangle Ji Rao is not it? Isn't he a devil? Why Chu Xiu? Why Chu Xiu? "
His voice was not small, but all the sounds seemed to go away slowly in Chu Xiu's ear, and he could not hear anything. It's just a memory that's forced into my mind.
He is wearing a dress that he never imagined he would wear. He looks at a person so attentively and affectionately. He can feel his almost full of love. He can feel his mood completely on a person.
That life's lips are red and teeth are white, lovely and lively, like an exquisite rich young master. It's not the pale and thin face in his memory, it's a living person, it's Ji Rao.
Ji Rao turns to smile at him. He reaches out his hand and almost meets Ji Rao.
But in front of the painting style suddenly changed.
The young master, whose eyes were closed tightly and his delicate face had no blood color, lay quietly in the coffin and would never speak to him or smile at him again.
Chu Xiu felt his paranoid almost frightening thought.
He wants Ji Rao.
Whether Ji Rao lives or dies.
If you can't do it in one life, you can do it in the next.
Yes, yes.
He remembered it all.
Why does Ji Rao want to follow him? Why does Ji Rao stick to him so stubbornly.
He laughed loudly, but tears ran down his cheek.
Chu Xiu covered his face with his hand, almost choked. His voice was dumb, but he still seemed to be crying.
"It's me, it's me..." He picked up the red rope on the ground, his eyes were red, and threw it out the next moment.
"It's you..."
Ji Rao is like waking up from a dream.
He dropped his eyes and looked at Chu Xiu quietly. Chu Xiu knelt on the ground and raised his eyes.
Ji Rao's indifferent and lifeless eyes seem to have more light at the moment, but the original focus on Chu Xiu in his eyes has just disappeared. Chu Xiu, who has never looked at Ji Rao directly, looks at Ji Rao in a daze. He has never looked at Ji Rao so carefully, as if he wants to engrave his face deeply in his mind.
Chu Xiu's lips moved. He wanted to say something, but he felt that he couldn't say anything.
Suzian was just about to pass when he was stopped.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw Xu Xian looking at him with an extremely disapproving look. There was a faint sense of criticism hidden in his eyes, but he was too concerned about Chu Xiu, and subconsciously ignored Xu Xian's eyes.
He grabbed Xu Xian's hand and said in a very urgent voice, "master Xu, master Xu, what's the matter with Chu Xiu? Is it because of Ji Rao, what did the ghost do to him?"
Xu Xian looked at Chu Xiu, who was kneeling on the ground in great pain, and then looked at Ji Rao's slowly disappearing soul, with a deep sigh.
"It's not what Ji Rao did to Chu Xiu. You should ask Chu Xiu."
His words were misty, but Su Zian almost felt something, and his eyes were fixed on Xu Xian, hoping that he could decide the terrible answer in his heart.
"You should ask Chu Xiu what he did to Ji Rao, Chu Xiu He didn't intend to let Ji Rao go in his last life. "
"What..." Su Zian very farfetched smile, "what does this mean, what is Chu Xiu refused to let go of Ji Rao, to entangle Ji Rao is not it? Isn't he a devil? Why Chu Xiu? Why Chu Xiu? "
His voice was not small, but all the sounds seemed to go away slowly in Chu Xiu's ear, and he could not hear anything. It's just a memory that's forced into my mind.
He is wearing a dress that he never imagined he would wear. He looks at a person so attentively and affectionately. He can feel his almost full of love. He can feel his mood completely on a person.
That life's lips are red and teeth are white, lovely and lively, like an exquisite rich young master. It's not the pale and thin face in his memory, it's a living person, it's Ji Rao.
Ji Rao turns to smile at him. He reaches out his hand and almost meets Ji Rao.
But in front of the painting style suddenly changed.
The young master, whose eyes were closed tightly and his delicate face had no blood color, lay quietly in the coffin and would never speak to him or smile at him again.
Chu Xiu felt his paranoid almost frightening thought.
He wants Ji Rao.
Whether Ji Rao lives or dies.
If you can't do it in one life, you can do it in the next.
Yes, yes.
He remembered it all.
Why does Ji Rao want to follow him? Why does Ji Rao stick to him so stubbornly.
He laughed loudly, but tears ran down his cheek.
Chu Xiu covered his face with his hand, almost choked. His voice was dumb, but he still seemed to be crying.
"It's me, it's me..." He picked up the red rope on the ground, his eyes were red, and threw it out the next moment.
"It's you..."
Ji Rao is like waking up from a dream.
He dropped his eyes and looked at Chu Xiu quietly. Chu Xiu knelt on the ground and raised his eyes.
Ji Rao's indifferent and lifeless eyes seem to have more light at the moment, but the original focus on Chu Xiu in his eyes has just disappeared. Chu Xiu, who has never looked at Ji Rao directly, looks at Ji Rao in a daze. He has never looked at Ji Rao so carefully, as if he wants to engrave his face deeply in his mind.
Chu Xiu's lips moved. He wanted to say something, but he felt that he couldn't say anything.