The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 168 I just want to hug you (2)
She pursed her lips, knowing that if she didn't leave at this time, they would definitely stop her in a while. She could find an excuse, saying that she was worried about Fu Tianlang, but that would inevitably waste time. She could afford to wait, but Chu Ming couldn't afford to wait... …

Qiao Wan was in a hurry, and pushed his chest with one free hand: "Brother Lang, let me go first, and I will explain to you later."

He didn't move, and the strength around her became tighter and tighter.

Qiao Guan gritted her teeth, and suddenly a ball of will-o'-the-wisp sprang out from her fingertips. She didn't intend to hurt him, so she suddenly extinguished the fire a few millimeters away from him. Although it didn't hurt his soul, it was hotter than the flames in the sun. The temperature made him let go suddenly.

Fu Tianlang was scalded unexpectedly, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he let go of his hands.

"Sorry……"

Qiao Guan took the opportunity to get out of his shackles, and walked into the crowd of refugees.

His whole body trembled, and the burning sensation on his fingertips quickly disappeared, but at this moment, Qiao Guan had already run into the night.

His heart seemed to have been severely scratched, making him completely cold from head to toe.

After all, this scene is too familiar, as if returning to the previous life, that isolated town.

It was the same with Qiao Wan back then, he never took him into his heart, let alone looked at him more, and he didn't even have a trace of nostalgia when he left, just because he was not someone she liked, someone she could forget as soon as she turned around... …

Feng Haide came over in a few strides, and regardless of Fu Tianlang's expression, he suddenly grabbed Fu Tianlang by the collar: "Don't think that this is the end of it, go, you inner ghost, come with me to see Uncle Jiu, if you let me I found out that the young master's death was related to you, so I shot you down!"

After Feng Heide finished speaking, he tried to take him away, but the man stood still like a giant.

He raised his eyes in displeasure, and when he met the other's dark face, he froze for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Qiao Lang, if you don't want to be shot, you'd better come with me immediately!"

"Let go." His eyes darkened and his breath suddenly changed.

Feng Heide raised his lips, and really let go, and the next second he took out a pistol with incredible speed, and said angrily: "Come on, I want to see if it's you or my bullets that are faster!"

As soon as the words fell, the other party had already made a move first, his left palm suddenly sank, and with a strong wind, an iron fist hit his lower abdomen heavily.

Feng Haide fell backwards unexpectedly, and after vomiting a mouthful of gastric juice, he fell face down on the concrete floor with a "bang".

"Joe... Joe..."

He clutched his lower abdomen and twitched all over. After finally recovering from the tension, a foot suddenly appeared on his left hand holding the gun.

Stepping on his wrist is a pair of black men's leather shoes, Cheng Liang's as-new color glows coldly in the moonlight.

"Shut up, if you still want this hand."

Feng Haide was dumbfounded, even the people he brought over were also dumbfounded, after all, no one saw Fu Tianlang make a move just now.

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to approach easily...

The night is cold, and there is always a hint of coolness in the night when autumn has just entered.

Qiao Wan ran away in a hurry, and hurriedly took a taxi. When he got home, he didn't see Qiao Min, so he went straight into the room.

Seeing her enter the door, Aqi jumped down from the balcony and glanced at the soul lying in her palm. The fragments were gathered by her strong heart, and the color of the soul became darker and weaker, as if as soon as she let go, The little ghost will disperse, and finally merge into the air, and the ghost will be scattered.

"He's hopeless." The black cat yawned, as if he wasn't interested in the matter.

Without saying a word, Qiao Wan pulled open the closet forcefully, put on her robe and went directly to the underworld.

She ran in Yin City: "There is a lot of Yin in the Yin Cao, I will take you down now, you must hold on!"

At this time, Chu Ming had lost the strength to talk to her. Losing the media means losing attachment. If he is ignored, he will only turn into a ball of dispensable energy, and eventually disappear in the world...

The scenery on Huangquan Road remains the same, except that the surrounding red flowers bloom more and more coquettishly, and even the "ding ding" sound of the iron chain dragging is the same as before.

In a dilapidated thatched house, the old man stared at Qiao Wan for a while, and he did not know where to get a piece of boxwood in the shape of a villain, tied it with a red thread, and sang softly to the soul. nursery rhymes.

Qiao Wan only felt that this scene seemed familiar, but before he could think about it, he hit his head again.

"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and sing. If it's too late, even if he can be reincarnated, he will become an idiot no matter where he is reincarnated." After Zheng Shu finished speaking, he began to sing a cappella again. It's not on the tune.

Qiao Wan let out an "ah" and quickly sang along. As the song drifted away, the bits and pieces of souls floated gently from her hands, like a wisp of faint white mist, covering the piece of boxwood. Wood.

Uncle Zheng glanced at it, and took out a piece of yellow rice paper to wrap it up: "Okay, thank you for sending it in time, otherwise this doll would be hopeless. I'll keep him here for a few days, and gather souls with incense every day. You come down in a week."

Qiao Wan looked at him again worriedly, and then followed the way he came, and found his body.

After her soul returned to her body, she sat up from the bed, looked at the time, the moon and stars were sparse, unexpectedly, an hour had passed since she left.

Before Qiao Wan got out of bed, there was a hasty knock on the door.

"Wan Wan? Wan Wan?!"

It was Fu Tianlang's voice, and it sounded urgent.

Qiao Wan was taken aback. He didn't know how long he had been back, so he went out to open the door without even putting on his shoes.

She opened the door a little and poked her head out: "Brother Lang..."

Fu Tianlang stared straight at her: "Uncomfortable?"

She bowed her head and thought for a while, then nodded silently.

Qiao Guan's face was still very pale, thinking of her not responding for a long time, but now she was cowering and hiding at the door, he frowned, and reached out to touch her face.

"So cold?" He pushed the door open, and went to shake her hand again, pinching five frozen fingers in the palm of his palm, the body temperature that was already low at the moment seemed to have just died.

Qiao Wan looked up at him, saw his complexion became more and more serious, and couldn't help shouting again: "Brother Lang..."

(End of this chapter)