The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 297 Don’t Be Afraid, I Will Not Hurt You (2)
Afterwards, Qiao Wan slept on stray dogs, butterflies, mosquitoes, and flies... In short, no matter what she became, he would never refuse her. Qiao Wan scratched the tentacles on her head, wondering when Fu Tianlang was so caring. ?Or is it lonely for too long, and any small animal can take care of it for half a day?
Qiao Wan thought about it, and thought she couldn't figure it out, so she didn't think about it. Anyway, as long as she had something to eat, could see him, and be hugged by him, she was already very satisfied.

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, another ten days passed, and Qiao Wan's injuries were getting better day by day, and more and more souls could be separated. It won't be long before she will be able to return to her genitals and return to her own skin.

The same thing as hers was that her injury improved, so did Jian Qin, not to mention that her injury was not as serious as Qiao Wan's, so after half a month's rest, she came back to Qiao's family with a sense of yin.

The fluffy snow falling from the sky covered the ground white, and the quiet surroundings made her footsteps more and more clear in this night.

Qiao Li gathered the coat on her body, she just got drunk from the PUB with a slight smell of alcohol on her body.

The neighborhood where Qiao's family lives is not considered remote, but there are still few people at night, and a few sporadic headlights come on, but they just speed away from the side.

She was trembling in her heart, and thought to herself that she shouldn't go to the bar alone to drink, but the atmosphere in Qiao's house was too depressing recently. Although her parents didn't say anything about her, their eyes still hurt her.

She was very wronged, what did Qiao Wan's sudden coma have to do with her?Why did the family show embarrassment to her for something that had nothing to do with her?
The more Qiao Li thought about it, the more depressed she became, so she went to a nearby bar to drink and relax tonight, but she still had a sense of propriety, and she didn't want to drink as much as she wanted, but now her walking steps are still a bit vain, and...

She looked back sharply, her rosy face instantly turned pale.

Why does it always feel like someone is following her?
Gritting her teeth, Qiao Li turned around abruptly, and ran forward without daring to delay for a moment. Unexpectedly, there was a "creak" sound in her ears, which made her droop her eyes in fright, and then let out a sigh of relief.

It turned out that he stepped on the broken glass on the ground in a panic.

Jolie withdrew her gaze in shock, and ran even faster, until she came to a remote small park, but she still couldn't get rid of the sinister air behind her.

"Joe Li..." A faint female voice sounded behind her.

I remembered what the old man often said in the small town, if you are called by your name when walking alone at night, you must not answer.

Qiao Li paused for a moment, but she really didn't dare to respond, and her pace became more urgent.

"Joe..."

There was another cry, and the chilly voice made her stagger, and fell to the grass in embarrassment.

She turned her head quietly, but nothing terrible appeared behind her.

She immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and thought to herself that maybe she was drunk and had auditory hallucinations, but before she got up, a yellow shadow appeared from the corner of her eyes...

Qiao Li's face turned pale, she was really Jian Qin, but she didn't follow behind her, but stood on top of her head.

She is still wearing a yellow dress, but her body has become a little bit more yin, and there are still traces of burnt on her jaw.

"Ghost!" Qiao Li screamed in horror, her eyes widened, and she turned to run away, but the other party came here to kill her, how could she let her escape easily.

Before Qiao Li ran two steps, a pair of icy hands had already strangled her neck. The female ghost was so powerful that she rolled her pinched eyes. Her brain lacked oxygen, and she passed out quickly.

A gust of evil wind swept past, Jian Qin looked at Qiao Li who was already unconscious, her eyes seemed to be poisoned, she wished she could be killed immediately, but in the next second, the vicious and frightening female ghost suddenly attacked her He let go of the woman in front of him.

Sudden evil spirits came from all directions, carrying a domineering aura, which made her restrain her murderous aura instantly, and looked warily at the man who suddenly appeared in the dark.

Fu Tianlang didn't know when he came, and he was looking at the scene in front of him with his hands crossed.

Jian Qin's expression suddenly became paler. It was obvious that the Rakshasa-like man in front of her was more difficult to deal with than the girl before.

"Are you here to save her?" Jian Qin looked at the person who came.

But he didn't even lift his eyelids, and still maintained the posture just now. His cold gaze was not only on her, but also on Qiao Li on the ground, as if everything in front of him was dead and had nothing to do with him.

From the looks of it, he didn't seem to intend to save her?
The small dark park was eerily quiet, except for the occasional cold wind that brought the sound of Lin Tao one after another.

The four eyes met, not sure what he was thinking, and Jian Qin didn't dare to act rashly, but just thinking about her miserable life for a moment, her heart ached again.

What did she do wrong? God wants to make her lose the family she worked so hard for, but the culprit destroyed all her happiness and happiness, and after turning around, she can still live happily with her family.

Qiao Li is still young, and the two names Cheng Jun and Jian Qin may only fade in her memory as time goes by. As long as she changes herself, she will be a young and beautiful woman again, but she can only Forever swallowed by hatred.

A hint of cruelty crept up her brows, she wanted revenge, not only revenge on Qiao Li, but also destroy everything she owned.

This man is also, she can see that Qiao Li likes him too, if so, she will destroy him!

The cold wind roared in the night, and the female ghost who was floating above the girl just now suddenly rose into the air, with her long hair disheveled, and rushed towards Fu Tianlang!
He watched her movements lightly, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and the moment she was about to touch him, that black shadow disappeared into the night.

Jian Qin was taken aback for a moment, but before she recovered, there was another person behind her.

How can ordinary people's skills be so fast? !
But she didn't have time to be surprised, a hand full of evil spirits had already tightly clasped her life gate.

"You hurt her?" Fu Tianlang's voice did not fluctuate, and the rigid tone sent a chill down her spine.

The Yin evil that only belonged to men burned her soul body, she resisted it, moved her lips and said, "Who are you referring to? That ghost messenger?"

The man remained calm, but pinched her a little harder.

Jian Qin gritted her teeth and said, "If she hadn't been meddling in her business, I wouldn't have hurt her by mistake..."

During the words, the evil spirit in her left hand also quietly condensed into shape, and as the sharp blade swayed coldly in the night, her arm instantly turned into a mist state, and then stabbed fiercely behind her.

With a "poof", it successfully pierced his heart!
Jian Qin sneered to herself, no matter how fierce the evil spirit was, so what if no matter how good the skill was?He's just a mortal body, and if his heart is destroyed, he won't survive.

However, in the next second, Jian Qin's eyes changed, and a rare panic appeared on her face.

Because her hand...can't be drawn back!

Fu Tianlang still stood there calmly, with his slender and strong arms stretched forward, still maintaining the movement of clasping her neck.

And right at his chest, a ferocious yin and evil spirit overflowed continuously, devouring the sha that she had cultivated with great difficulty as if alive...

"Stop! Ah!" Jian Qin screamed in pain, the feeling of being deprived of spiritual power was like a layer of skin being pulled out of a living person.

The woman's screams echoed in the night for a long time, as if she had fallen into purgatory on earth.

Until the cold wind and snow fell on his shoulders, he lowered his eyes slightly, watching her figure gradually become thinner, until she became an ordinary soul that had been sucked dry.

Jian Qin's vitality was greatly injured, and she looked back at him in horror, and in the next second, Fu Tianlang's fingertips tightened again, and the black flame instantly burned her body.

"No!" Jian Qin shivered and shouted in horror, but when she looked up, she found that his eyes were so calm that there was no emotion. The relationship between eyes and closed eyes.

The soul in his hand slowly turned into a wisp of white mist, which disappeared in the world.

The moonlight is weak tonight, but it can't hide the coldness in the man's eyes.

He was in the dark night, and beside him was the unconscious Jolie.

But after a while, he walked away without even looking at her before leaving.

And as soon as the man left, four drunken jobless people passed by. One of them caught a glimpse of Qiao Li lying in the grass. Picked her up and took her to the nearby woods.

The hard-soled leather shoes made a "da da" sound on the concrete floor. He walked in a hurry, as if rushing to somewhere, but finally returned to the hospital.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he hurriedly suppressed the chill all over his body, and hurriedly opened the door.

But in the pitch-black ward, apart from Qiao Wan who was unconscious on the bed, how could there be anyone else?
Fu Tianlang was stunned for a moment, and began to search around, his face getting darker and darker.

Could it be that she didn't see him this time and has already left?
Fu Tianlang pursed his lips, and was about to open the door to go out, secretly thinking that she might have returned home, but suddenly heard a sound of "Xixi rustling".

He turned around suddenly, and in an instant, a small centipede with the thickness of a finger staggered out of the bed with a pile of broken biscuits in front of him.

(End of this chapter)