Chapter Ninety-Five: The Last Time

"Try one more word." Its words made Jiang Zichun furious, and he wanted to throw out a handful of karmic fire and burn the choking ghost to relieve the anger in his heart. Thin lines of aqua blue floated out of Jiang Zichun's fingertips, silently wrapping around its limbs, making the already terrifying face of the choking ghost even more distorted and ugly.

Jiang Zichun's beautiful fingers gently pulled out the incense in the other party's hand, and the eyes in the soul seduction phoenix eyes were graceful, and his voice was soft, "Tell this king, who sent you." โ€

The little ghost saw that his body was gradually melting and disappearing, and his tears and snot flowed in horror, "Hiccup, it's the green soul who complains about the ghost, he said, only this way to burp can save the girl hiccup, so, hiccup ......"

The choking ghost cried sadly, "The ghost domain hiccup, you can't have a dyed girl hiccup, and you can't do without the king's ......"

Is it a ghost?

Dare to hit the master with the idea, unless he pulls out the vicious person behind it and breaks the corpse into thousands of pieces.

"The king knows."

He put away the dark blue silk thread, and his feminine and obedient face revealed a bit of vicious and aggressive color.

The choking ghost who picked up a life ran out of the window with a rolling belt, and suddenly let Jiang Zichun bring it back, so frightened that his legs trembled, thinking that the king who was uncertain suddenly changed his mind.

Before he could beg for mercy, he heard Jiang Zichun's two sneers above his head: "Where are you going?" Stay here for me and finish the remaining 10,000-word review of this king before I am allowed to leave. โ€

Choking Ghost: ......

A few fierce ghost generals are right, our king is really cruel, unkind, inhumane, and mad.

Throwing the mess to the choking ghost, Jiang Zichun tiptoed into the bedroom, leaned on the side of the bed and looked at Qin Luo's peaceful sleeping face, blew her eyelashes like butterfly wings, and whispered: "Master, I'm done writing......"

Qin Luo moved, his nasal cavity lazily 'um', and he turned over and didn't move.

"Master, I can't sleep, talk to me if it's okay......"

Seeing her turn around, Pikachu ran around the bed without being discouraged to Qin Luo's square and then grinded and soaked hard, "Master, master, are you really asleep?" โ€

"It's noisy......"

She frowned subconsciously and impatiently pulled up the quilt to cover her head, blocking out all the noise outside.

Jiang Zichun mentioned it abruptly and then put it down with her movements, and the five flavors were very contradictory.

Su Ran couldn't sit idly by, but Qin Luo didn't want to move at all.

Time quickly wore off in his anxiety, and nearly half an hour had passed since the choking ghost had come looking for him.

He was distraught by the heavy rain outside.

Jiang Zichun sat up, and after making sure that Qin Luo was not awake, he opened the passage to the ghost mansion.

"The king is here, king, go and see the dyeing girl......"

"The dyed girl vomited a lot of blood, and her body became transparent."

As soon as he entered the building, he was greeted by a few chattering ghosts, and Jiang Zichun had a headache when he read it babblingly.

Su Ran's hands were as cold as ice, and her gorgeous lips were still overflowing with a trickle of blood, staining her pale and sickly cheeks, like a gorgeous rouge soaked in the rendering.

Jiang Zichun dragged Su Ran's weak back and once again transmitted a steady stream of rich spiritual power.

"Poofโ€”"

Su Randai's eyebrows tightened in pain, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and grabbed Jiang Zichun's hand.

"Zichun ......" She curled the corners of her mouth with difficulty, and shook her head with a wry smile: "Sister is injured by an immortal weapon, and your Yin Qi will only exacerbate my annihilation."

I reckon...... I can't survive tonight......

You and Miss Qin, you have to be good in the future. โ€

Jiang Zichun didn't say a word with a tense face, but just held her arm and slowly tightened it.

"I thought it would be good...... I'll give you a physical body, but it seems too late...... I still remember the first time Sister saw you, and she was only a half-old little ghost......"

Her gaze began to drift, and there was a faint smile of loneliness and nostalgia on her poignant face, and Jiang Zichun felt that her weight had been reduced a lot.

He suddenly let go of Su Ran, and finally made up his mind, his throat was dry like a fish in his throat, and he turned his head sideways and ordered to the little ghost on the side, "Take care of her, this king will be back soon." โ€

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Luoluo, I've been waiting for you......

Qin Luo was gazed at tenderly by a pair of eyes as clear as ink, as if he had fallen into a beautiful dream with peach petals.

Endless peach blossoms are full of delicate trees, a branch is adorned with chaotic clouds and pink makeup, and the mountain spring and green stream are secluded, clear as a mirror. The pink petals carried by the breeze float on the surface of the water, attracting its plump fish to peck first.

The man in white stood at the end of the flowing water with a smile on his eyebrows, like accidentally falling into a peach blossom fairy who did not eat fireworks.

"Qin Feiyan."

Dizziness struck, and Qin Luo fell into the familiar warm embrace, which was a completely different sense from the stupid cold touch.

"Luoluo...... I miss you so much. โ€

The man rested his head on her shoulder socket, and his long eyelashes brushed the 'sensitive' skin around Qin Luo's neck, itchy and crispy.

It's been a long time since she's had a dream like this,

How long has it been since I dreamed of Qin Feiyan?

Qin Luo pinched his arm, and unsurprisingly saw that elegant and handsome face frowned slightly, and then dotingly hooked his peach-colored lips.

She knew in an instant that this was not a dream, but that Qin Feiyan had brought her soul to the upper realm.

Qin Luo immediately lowered his face coldly to avoid his close actions, and couldn't help but speak viciously: "It's really strange, shouldn't Lord God be very busy?" โ€

Qin Feiyan's arms were disappointed, and his warm eyebrows and eyes revealed a faint helplessness and distressing loss, "Luoluo." He rarely exposed his true emotions to the eyes of others, but this time he did not hide the intense and piercing thoughts in his eyes.

"Still ......as stubborn as ever"

A light sigh melted into the wind, Qin Feiyan wiped towards the void on the water, and the rippling water waves surfaced Jiang Zichun's figure of hurrying towards the ghost mansion.

Qin Luo's eyelids jumped, and anxiety and uneasiness spread rapidly in his heart.

"This is your Jiang Zichun."

When Qin Feiyan read those three words, the corners of his soft eyes revealed inadvertent disgust.

This stupid ghost keeps saying that it will be good for her to be with Luoluo, but he still can't let go of the old feelings.

In the picture, Su Ran, who was unconscious, could no longer take the initiative to absorb essence as before, and Jiang Zichun could only cross with his lips.

Out of his sight, Su Ran suddenly opened his eyes and winked triumphantly at the void.

She knew that Qin Luo must be watching.

The so-called requiem is nothing more than an ordinary spice.

Man......

It should be recognized clearly,

What is yours and what is not yours.

lest you end up embarrassed and humiliated.

Jiang Zichun was not without suspicions, but Su Ran's appearance really couldn't be pretended, and when she was in a certain situation, she went back to the apartment non-stop.

"Master!"

Call......

It's good that you're still there.

She slept heavily because she had lost a small amount of energy, and her lips were slightly white.

Jiang Zichun moved lightly, his hands and feet trembled slightly, and he wrapped around Qin Luo's soft waist to feel her body temperature.

Master, I promise this is the last time, "last ......" (to be continued. )