Chapter 492: Who Is This Male Ghost?

"You're so strange!" Zhu Lan couldn't hold back for a while, said what was in his heart, and turned around slightly to close the car door after speaking.

As soon as she turned around, she shuddered again, so strong that she trembled all over, as if she were in a summer coat in the middle of winter.

"Hehe, is there one?" Heavenly Destiny Jiu smiled faintly, looked at her back, inadvertently, the demonic eyes lacked a trace of cold light, looked behind Zhu Lan fiercely, and with a wave of his right hand, a spiritual power quickly hit her back.

Zhu Lan felt Heavenly Destiny Nine tap his back, and that feeling disappeared in an instant.

She didn't feel anything, just hurriedly looked at her clothes and wiped them with her hands behind her back.

She thought that the clothes on her back were dirty, and Heavenly Destiny Nine cleaned up for herself, so she wiped it a few times, looked at her hands, and there was nothing.

While locking the car, he looked back at Destiny Nine suspiciously and asked, "Is there something on my back?"

"There was just now, but now it's gone. Heavenly Destiny Nine pursed his lips slightly, and deliberately showed a faint smile, and there was something in his words.

"Oh, let's go, my house is on the seventh floor. Zhu Lan didn't pay attention to what Heavenly Destiny Jiu said, and really thought that she was cleaning up her clothes just now, and took the lead with a smile.

Heavenly Destiny Nine didn't follow, Demon Ye's eyes glanced coldly at the seat where Zhu Lan was standing just now, and whispered: "I don't care who you are, if you don't want to be broken, it's best to give me some peace." ”

After she finished speaking, she turned around and quickly followed Zhu Lan, but she was full of doubts in her heart.

Now she is full of yang energy and is so vigorous that even the ghosts avoid it.

But this ghost seems to be dignified, but he is not afraid of her full of yang energy.

No, it's not that he's not afraid, he's also afraid, but even if he's afraid, he still has to deliberately approach Zhu Lan.

At the moment when Zhu Lan closed the car door just now, he actually rushed out, ignoring himself and hugging Zhu Lan from behind?

Who was Zhu Lan before this ghost was alive?

What kind of grudge do you have with her?

Didn't he know that people and ghosts had different paths, and often approaching her like this would make her lose her yang life?

In less than a year, I wish Lan Biyang an exhaustion of life!

What kind of heart does this ghost have?

In the elevator, the ghost didn't follow, Zhu Lan rarely felt relaxed, and kept looking at Tianming Jiu, always feeling that his eyes were very good, and he liked this girl very much.

She is in her thirties and close to forty years old, although she is properly maintained, she looks like she is thirty years old, but her age is here, and she can't accept old age.

It stands to reason that every woman has jealousy, especially when she sees that she is stronger and better than herself.

She also had jealousy of other women, but only the girl in front of her, she was not the slightest bit jealous.

On the contrary, it is very appreciative, and it is particularly heartwarming.

It just feels like she's good anywhere.

This inexplicable good feeling in my heart made Zhu Lan feel amazing.

It's like, since she saw this girl, her mood has suddenly changed, maybe something else.

In short, it can't be said to be good.

Heavenly Mandate Nine had already opened the Universal Mind Reading Technique at this time, listening to Zhu Lan's heart, he sighed secretly.

As everyone knows, the reason why Zhu Lan feels good about her is that she is full of yang energy, which brings her yang longevity and makes her feel warm in the depths of her soul.

That's why I feel good about her!

I just don't know, what is the origin of that ghost with her, and has been pestering her desperately like this?

The seventh floor was soon reached.

The two entered the house, Zhu Lan hurriedly boiled hot water for Heavenly Mandate Nine, there was nothing else at home, because he was often not at home, so there were few spare things.